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Despite what people think there are regulations towards the mafia to some extent, some being the keyword. After all, if everyone wasn’t operating under a higher force then well… it would be anarchy. More so than it already is anyways.
The Admin, is what they call them. No one knows who they are, if it's a group of people or a singular one. Whether it's a girl or a guy. No one knows, not even Red, and he works for the fucker.
Well in a sense, the one thing that everyone knows about the admin is that they’re very lax when it comes to rules and keeping others in line. Except when they aren’t, few things aren’t allowed when you’re under the mafia and well… The Admin.
Most of it just makes sure their entire world stays secret, after all The Admin was made to enforce this rule. To make sure that nothing too out of hand gets out to the public and if it does and it happens to be your fault then…
The Admin has everything, you would be utterly ruined.
Red worked for them, him, her, it doesn’t matter anymore. He works for them, everyday he gets an assignment if someone betrayed The Admin somehow or is suspected of double crossing them well… he’s the middle man. It’s as simple as that, sometimes it involves a polite conversation and other times it’s just a bloodbath.
It’s funny cause he used to not work for them, he used to be part of a separate gang like Clown, Ash, and Zam. They were called The Outsiders and things were good at first, but then there was Owen. Someone who had no memories of their past life and when they got those memories back they tried to cross The Admin, he started talking about bringing things down from the inside and no one could have that.
The group disbanded, more than half died either from Owen or The Admin, then the rest left to live ‘simple’ lives. Yeah, as simple as it could get at least. Red however managed to separate himself from the situation entirely and it seems that they liked that because he was given two options.
Either join The Admin, or die.
He likes living.
Job after job after job, the best part was that he was living so much better now then he did before. The worst part was the communication, everyone else who works under them agrees, except Branzy. That guys’ just insane.
Then again he commonly deals with Clown so… maybe he has a reason to be.
Red on the other hand gets to deal with the wildcard of the bunch, the one person that no one (hell even The Admin sometimes) wants to deal with.
Ash.
It’s why he’s currently waiting in the mans ‘office’ office being this rundown looking torture chamber that he was invited to because fuck it, every mans gotta have their base of operations, even if they are questionable as fuck.
“So you wanted to talk?” Red looks over towards the door as soon as Ash throws it open and–yep that is a body. Damn, it's alive too.
“Nah, just wanted to hang out instead of doing my job,” Red deadpans, his voice is sarcastic and it earns a scoff from Ash as he throws the body onto the singular chair in the room binding their limbs to the chair with nails.
“Huh, well I always enjoy your company,” Ash muttered sarcastically, he kicked the chair once he was done and looked back towards Red. Looks like whoever this was was currently asleep, well they were in for something when they woke up. That’s for sure.
“You know why I’m here,”
Ash narrows his eyes at Red and reaches into his pocket, Red’s hand moves to his gun quicker and points it at Ash. Now he’s amused, his eyes are sparkling with a sort of sick satisfaction as he laughs.
“Come on now, you don’t think I’m that fucking stupid do you?” Ash takes out a picture and hands it to Red facing down. He’d have to take it to see what it’s about.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t know, take it,” Ash huffs, there’s a predatory glint in his smile and Red decides to bite the bullet. He takes the picture and stares, and stares, and stares. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s looking at.
The picture is one of a warehouse, a location of sorts near the sea. “What am I looking at?”
“The Admin’s base of operations, the place where they keep everything such as their files,” Ash hummed, walking away from him. Ash is confident that he won’t shoot, and he hates when Ash is right. He grabbed a knife from a counter and turned back towards Red. Tilting his head up and looking at the dim light above him.
“Before you ask how I got this or how I knew, I didn’t,” Ash closes his eyes shut. “I just found it when it was on my desk this morning, I’m pretty sure that some fucker is trynna set me up and get one of you to kill me. What do you think Reddoons? Surely you have some opinion on the matter,” Ash looks back at him smiling. “Being their lap dog and all,”
Lap dog, huh? The corner of Red’s mouth twitches up at the mention of such. It wasn’t true, they both knew it wasn’t. But damn did he like getting under his nerves.
“I think that no one would believe you, you’re quite good at getting under people's skin Ashswag. Even if what you’re telling me was true I don’t think that they would care. It’s just another reason to kill you after all. Something that we both know they’ve been wanting to do for a while now,” Red returns a smile to him and Ash laughs.
“Well I’m not dead am I?” Ash said, spreading his arms out as if waiting for Red to shoot him, as if welcoming death. It’s funny because they both know that neither of them are scared of such a stupid matter.
“Do you want to die?”
“It’d sure as hell be more interesting than talking to you,” Ash moves his hand with the knife, pointing it over towards Red.
As if on cue the body begins to shift and a voice is heard through the fabric, he doesn’t recognize the voice so that means that it’s most likely no one important. They’re demanding to know who’s there and Red can see the boredom in Ash’s face grow evident.
“Shut up, I’ll get to you later,” Ash says, gesturing his head over to the body, as if they could see him in the first place. His eyes draw back to Red. “Are you not gonna shoot me?” he asked boredly.
Red narrowed his eyes at Ash. Fuck this guy, seriously. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and sighs, of course Ash would put him in this position. Of course he would, that stupid stupid piece of shit. He could kill him, really he could but then there’s still the problem of the photo and if Ash was telling the truth and even if he wasn’t then there’s still the matter if other people have seen it and…
There are too many possibilities for Red to just kill him. Lies or truths, The Admin will want to know of this, putting Ash in a position of power over them for once or at the very least on equal footing. Something that he knows that can’t happen. Killing him as stated before is a shit idea so…
Red might get hanged for this either way, because of course he would. “You’re gonna get me killed one day,” Red hisses out.
The body makes a noise and Red looks at it, Ash does the same and smiles at Red. “Trust me, I know,” Ash hums. His voice is smug, Red’s starting to think that no one planted that damn photo, it was probably just Ash making some shitty power grab. But he can’t kill him. Really he can’t.
“Is he bothering you?” Ash muttered. “Cause he’s bothering me too,” Ash walked over to the body and pressed his knife to the neck of their throat. The noise stopped at least.
Red watches the body and then Ash, Ash roped him into this. By showing him the picture Red also knows, and he’s also a problem. Not that The Admin would care too much, but then again. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.
So they could both die really.
“You’re free to go now Reddoons,” Ash laughed, Red can see a line of blood trickle down from the person's neck. “After all you will tell them about all this right?”
Red turns away and sighs. “Sure, whatever,”
“Alright, that’s always good… death will do us part Reddoons, I’ll make sure of it,”
Red scoffs. Of course he’s the one guy Ash wants to make a fucked up suicide pack with. “Death will do us part,” he mutters and is already out the door with a sigh.
They’re not gonna like this.