The woman and Butch turned their attention to Angel when she spoke. She was definitely going to be a handful that was for sure, how long were they going to keep her? With someone who came from an important family like the Kennedys surely it would not be long before she was found. Butch had been the one to speak up first, just as the woman suspected he would. The pervert couldnâ€™t keep his eyes off a cute child for one second. Whatever reason the boss had for having her babysit him during this had better be good. He smiled wide, â€œAww the little princes doesnâ€™t like her bed. What a shame. You know, growing up I didnâ€™t like the bed I had to sleep in. I had to share with my brother and he would always hog the covers. Wasnâ€™t that mean of him?â€ He moved a bit closer to Angel, standing about a few feet away from her.<br/><br/>â€œThatâ€™s enough. I told you to behave.â€ he woman shook her head and sighed, â€œIâ€™m going to keep a look out for the boss.â€ And then she left the Butch and Angel alone. It was probably a mistake but she did not want to be a part of this at all. If he screwed up it was his fault and not hers. For years she has worked to be the bossâ€™s right hand and she was not about to lose that because of some girl. Why was she so important?<br/><br/>Like she expected, the boss had not been a minute later than he promised. Gabriel was a big man, standing at about six foot three, and weighing about two hundred and ten pounds. Hair slicked back and tied in a pony tail and an expensive fedora to top it off. Most people would expect him to be one of those men that proved to be all muscle and no brain. Those people ended up buried in the ground faster than they could say â€˜uncleâ€™. Gabriel was not their leader for noting, in spite of his somewhat stereotypical appearance. He has been working underground for quite some time, and has had his sights on Angel Kennedy for quite some time. He couldnâ€™t wait to see her; the last time they met she could barely speak, he wondered if she remembered him at all.<br/><br/>He smiled when the woman lead him to Angel, shooting a glare at Butch who was getting awfully close to her. â€œAngel, it has been awhile.â€ Gabriel spoke in a deep voice that demanded respect. Butch backed away, out of the room to go stand with the woman. Once he and Angel were alone he turned his attention back to the girl. It was time to take back what should have been his to begin with. To the ends of the Earth, he was going to fight for custody for her once again and this time he was not going to lose her.  It was a shame that it had to come to this just so he could see her.<br/><br/>Gabriel sat on the bed, next to her. â€œI remember when you fit perfectly in my arms, when you looked at me and smiledâ€¦ Youâ€™re become so beautiful, my dearest Angelâ€¦ Iâ€™ll make sure they never take you away from me again.â€<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>After Maverick had left Azrai decided that he was not going to do much else for the rest of the afternoon and stick to keeping under the radar for the time being. For the most part everything he had to do, bills and such, that was done and out of the way and now all he needed was some rest. After everything that has happened he deserved some rest, and then it was back to looking for some work that would not involve him giving up his friends. Relaxing was something he was slowly beginning to teach himself; a few years ago he would always be on edge. Constantly worrying over nothing drove his friends nuts, he was starting to become more care free. It was a slow process but it was working. He was allowing this to just slide off of him so he could move on, find something else to think about, the wine he was drinking was helping as well.<br/><br/>He had returned to looking through some newspaper clipping he had as well as looking through an old phonebook he barely used anymore to see if old contacts had anything for him. They usually did and that was why he has kept these numbers around for all these years. Speaking of contacts, Roy has not called back at all. He was not worried about the man but it was awfully odd that he would not call him at least to chew him out. Perhaps he should give him a call? Curiosity got the best of him and he dialed Royâ€™s number only to be greeted by the automatic message system; the man had his phone off. Maybe he was working, but again he felt a sense of odd hit him, making him shiver slightly. He decided to just shrug it off eventually and just move on down the list.<br/><br/>Of course he was completely oblivious to what happened to Roy, and he was about to find out right now for the phone rang again. Before he picked it up, he hesitated, and realizing it was Jonah he calmed down a bit.<br/><br/>Jonah got right to the point, â€œRoy has been killed. I know you donâ€™t like to get in the middle of things but it seems you still have a part to play. Iâ€™ll be over in about an hour and Iâ€™m bringing some friends who will help.â€ Then the man hanged up. It was needless to say that these â€˜friendsâ€™ were not people he was looking forward to meeting. He hoped that this was over, he wanted to be done with this, but they just would not leave him alone. After he found out what this was all about he would decide his next move quickly or be stuck in this mess. Maybe he should have accepted that womanâ€™s offerâ€¦ noâ€¦ that would have been the easy way out. He was not someone who took the easy way out.<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>Leaning against the wall, phone up to his ear, he sighed as he listened to what the woman on the other line said. Thomas Lawson? Why did that name sound so familiarâ€¦ Either way, when he got a chance to speak, â€œThis is him. Get it over with, this has better be important.â€ Was all he said, impatience and sleepiness rang in his voice. All he wanted to do was get back to sleep. In all honesty he could care less what was wanted from him.