Puffing out smoke as he walked on, the glock was there for his own security, his slight paranoid habits was almost a sign of weakness but then again if anyone knew which kid was his that'd be another mark of weakness too. He glanced over at the other man who also had a smoke as well, as the stranger was heading on his way. He probably noticed the handprints on his cheeks, making what he will of the sight. He stopped as he dug into his pants pocket and looked at the buzzing phone, -Get those deadbeats dead. Don't go waiting til night. Get your boys, leave no evidence.- A text from his brother, the younger one to be exact. He growled lowly, even his younger brothers had more power than he did. He rubbed his red cheeks as the family would get on his case for that too, and then another text came from his older brother. -Go shake up those thugs, they're sticking their noses in drugs- How the middle child managed to get ordered around by both brothers to do more work than what he had irritated him more than his baby mama slapping him around. Guessing he'd better get the dirty work done sooner than later as he went on his way.