Canary by Tijan
Ash
I’d never been in a mafia war before. That’s the stuff you see in movies, but being one of the foot soldiers, I didn’t know what to expect. I thought we’d kill Bronski right away, but that didn’t happen. We were five weeks in, and my experience was as follows: we’d set up somewhere, we’d wait, Raize would get a call, he’d go off—sometimes he took Cavers, sometimes Jake, and a few times me.
Then he’d come back, usually bloody, and we’d change locations.
Repeat.
Basically, Raize got his orders and then he gave us orders. We followed them.
What had changed was that our shit was out in the air—not that any of us talked about it. And the it was Cavers’ first boss, Jake being under Carloni’s control, and the relationship between Raize and me. But nevertheless, there seemed to be an easier camaraderie between all of us.
Raize no longer cared if I rode alone in a vehicle with Cavers.
Cavers said more than a few words here and there.
Jake went back to telling jokes every now and then.
And something inside of me was thawing.
The only one that hadn’t changed was Gus. He got pets from everyone. He’d plop his head in anyone’s lap, and that human was obligated to rub his ears.
