Adam
Living beyond your years
Acting out all their fears
Acting out all their fears
The few but mighty members of his (his. It felt good.) gang walked in and Adam maintained an easy smirk, even when Ezra seemed to be rather put out about...something. When they'd all arrived, Adam swung his legs down (heavy boots thudding on the floor with an echoing noise) and stood, Coffee laying back down on the table and puffing out little clouds of smoke.
"So." He started, resting his hands on the table and looking over those sat around it (and those sulking by the wall). "I guess one of you apparently knows already, but Lucas is dead. I do want it on the record that I didn't do it and wasn't planning to." This was addressed mostly towards Sunjata; Adam knew some of the things he'd said in their last meeting could make this new development look rather suspect. "So of course that's very fucking sad, but the reason we're here is because I'm taking over daddy's estate. And some things are gonna change around here."
Adam lifted himself up and took a step back, took Pet's hand and pulled him forward gently (a gentleness that betrayed the commanding aura he was trying to give off). "This is Pet. He's our new guy, or at least, was, til we got you." He grinned and winked at Lusea. "So that's great, cos what we need the most of is more members. But...first of all.."
This was going to be the difficult bit, if he knew how crime rings went. "If anyone has any uh...greivances, whines, or issues with me taking over and making you actually do something, let me know and we'll..." He touched his gun, just casually. "Talk it out."
You won't remember this
