Parking his car in front of the police station, looking out the car he could see the many police cars parked out, the streets were still as busy as always, with people going up and down, the scorching sun making some to hold umbrellas while others just walked under the sun regardless.

He hated coming here, but this visit was long over due, he was supposed to have been here since last week but he kept postponing it and shifting the inevitable, not because he didn't want to but because he was trying to stall, so he could have more time with Nate.

But now he didn't really have time, even if he wanted to, he had a lot on his plate to have to add the burden of caring about someone.

He finally opened the car and stepped out, his eyes looking the building from top to bottom. His experience with the police has never been a pleasant one, hence why he hates them so much.

It always left a sour memory in the back of his mind, making him remember a time he didn't want to remember. He sighed out, straightening out his suit, before taking long, dominating and powerful strides towards the entrance.

He walked up the flight of marbled stairs, before he stopped in front of the double glass doors, he pulled it open and stepped inside, the whole place was bustling with noise as men in uniform walked up and down, gun hoisted around their waist, some holding stacks of files, while others answered calls.

He walked straight towards the front desk and stopped, placing his left hand on the marbled counter, he tapped on it, immediately catching the attention of the woman in black police uniform, as she peeked at him through the glass separating where she sat from where he stood. At first her facial expressions didn't show that she recognized him, but slowly her faced morphed into a bit of fear as her eyes widened, then her lips parted, before realization settled in her eyes.

She quickly closed whatever she was doing and stood up from the chair, her posture shifting from relaxed to rigid and visibly shaken. He liked that, the fear and power that came with his presence. It made his veins tick with satisfaction "Mr DeVille, can I help you"? She rushed out, sounding to forward and eager.

Spade smirked inwardly as he already guessed she knew who he was, that would make his work a lot more easier. "Is your chief in"? His baritone bounced around the wall, he could still hear the small noises and bustling that was happening around the office.

She swallowed before quickly nodding her head "In his office" she whispered.

Taking a minute to look at her, Spade cocked one of his brows, this quickly made her realize what she had to do, she snapped and quickly pressed her face to the glass more "Uhm... Go straight down your right, take the door there, there's a corridor, the last door by your left" she explained quickly.

Without as much as another word, Spade walked away from her, and headed towards where she just explained. Every table he passed suddenly grew silent, he could see some of the men looking at him wearily, while some much younger women stared at him lustfully, he was used to the stares he was getting, it wasn't anything new to him

Each stride he took oozed power, the aura around him screamed domineering, as he left an imaginary smoke of bone chilling terror in his wake.

He walked through the door at the end of the room, stepping in the corridor, he looked to his right and then his left. Seeing a long line of doors on both side, he took the left turn as the woman had instructed, he passed four office before finally stopping at the last one.

There was a placard placed at the top of the door, it boldly read "CHIEF" He almost scoffed at the title, he contemplated whether he should knock or just walk in, it wasn't like he was here for pleasantries or anything, if anything, he wasn't even sure his visit here would end on a good note, especially not for the chief of police.

He decided on the latter, wrapping his ring cladded hands around the knob, he twisted and pushed it open before stepping inside the office. His eyes first landed on the two men who wore white buttoned up shirts, leaning towards the desk, with gun hoisters, which they wore as jackets. They looked up at him, quickly reaching out for their guns, he wasn't even moved by that as his eyes slowly landed on the reason he was here.

Wearing a blue shirt, he sat on the chair on the other side of the table, looking just as calm as Spade, he didn't look as though the devil just busted his office. Instead he raised his hands for the men standing on both side of his chair to lower their weapons.

He looked up at them "gentlemen, we'll continue this later" Both of them gave him one long look as if asking him if it was a good idea to leave him with Spade, he just nodded before they tucked their gun back in it's hoister and then walked out of the office

The last one to leave stopped for a second, just a few inches away from Spade as he looked at him, Spade didn't even spare him a glance as his focus was on the man sitting in front of him with a smug look on his face.

The door finally went shut as both of them were left with each other, Spade's jaw ticked and he fisted his hands on his side "Spade, nice of you to drop by" the man muttered, his voice holding a hint of taunt "I was hoping I'd have to drag you out of your den down here, do sit" he muttered, with a lopsided grin on his face.

Spade took slow menacing steps towards the chair which the man pointed to him, his eyes drank in every little detail of the office, it looked like a typical chief of police office, inexpensive furniture, window blinds on the windows, which by the way were huge, almost the size of doors, two on each side of the wall, the table in front of the man was littered with papers and files, he stopped In front of it but he didn't look like he wanted to sit down. He placed his hands on the chair, narrowing his eyes down at the man opposite him on the other side of the table. "You have something of mine here, and I'm here to pick it up" Spade's low, menacing and cold voice bounced off the wall of the office.

The man cocked his brows, as he tilted his head sideways "Is that so"? He asked feigning ignorance, this made Spade to want to rip out his head, he grounded his teeth together

"I'm not here to play games Garcia, you have my car in your custody, I'm here to take it back" he gritted out word for word.

The man nodded slowly, rolling his tongue on the upper part of his gums. "Are you talking about the car my men found at a crime scene"? He asked narrowing his eyes at Spade "the sane crime scene where Liam Fritz was killed among others"?

Spade only felt his jaw tightened as his whole body tingled with anger. Garcia got up from his chair, walking towards where Spade stood. "You have guts walking in here and asking for your car, Knowing fully well I can have you arrested, I don't need any other evidence, finding your car at the sight of the shooting is proof enough that you're into something shady, even more than I thought" he stopped in front of Spade and shoved his hands into his pocket "So tell me Spade, what was your car doing at the scene of the shooting"? He raised his brows up in question, the smug look still on his face.

"I don't think where I take my cars to or go to is any of your business" Spade gritted out, making the man to erupt in a fit of chuckling, as his shoulders shook, this only angered Spade more, making his fingers twitch, he could reach for his gun right now and end this motherfucker. Garcia stopped his chuckle as he looked at Nate, as if sizing him up

"Oh it is my business if your car shows up in a place where murder was committed, which by the way you were absent from, makes me wonder where you were when the shooting started and when it ended, there's a lot of evidence putting you in the place of the shooter" Garcia muttered lowly as if warning Spade.

Spade scoffed "Then why am I not in cuffs" he asked "if you think I killed all those people, why am I still standing in your office and not in a holding cell"?

Garcia took two more steps, standing just a few inches from Spade, he stood a little shorter than Spade, so he easily towered over Garcia, looking into his eyes, he could smell the strong smell of cigarettes emanating from Garcia. "Because Spade, maybe I like to play with my prey before I catch it, it makes it all the more fun when I eventually have you in cuffs and in holding cell" he muttered dangerously low as his breath fanned Spade's face, it sounded more like a threat than a Statement.

Spade's corner of his lips, tilted into a half smile, half smirk. "You like to play?...." He started but the opening of the door cut him short, as both of their attention shifted to the person that just walked in.

Spade's jaw automatically clenched themselves, seeing the face of the person that entered, with that overly sweet and soul annoying smirk on, he narrowed his eyes at both men, tilting his head sideways "Did I come at a bad time"?

His eyes moved from Spade to Garcia and then back. Garcia was the first to step away from Spade, his hands still in his pocket as he walked towards his chair "Mr Van Horne, do come in" he muttered.

Stefano still had a smile on as he walked towards spade, his eyes holding a mischievous glint like always, since the shooting this'll be the first time Spade would be seeing him again. "Fancy seeing you here" he muttered lowly to Spade as he stood in front of Spade, seeing the almost angry look on his face. He knew the man hated his guts, and it made riling him up all the more fun.

Spade just grunted without saying anything, he turned to look at Garcia one last time before he stormed out of the office, leaving just Garcia and Stefano inside.

He walked right by the large office and out the double doors, standing in front of the door, about to walk down the stairs, he pulled out his phone, squinting his eyes under the scorching sun. He dialed a number and placed the phone to his ear.

Hearing the phone ring for more than 3 seconds before the beep tone came on and the person picked up. "Spade" the man's enthusiastic voice came on

"Congressman Long" he muttered lowly, before descending down the stairs, heading for his car.

"How's it going? I heard about the little blood bath last week at Liam's party"?

"Yes and that's one of the reasons why I called" he paused stopping in front of his car, he looked back up at the building, the same one he'd just stepped out from, if Garcia wanted to play, then he was ready to play with him. "That favour you owe me, I'm ready to call it in now" he muttered before getting pulled open his car door and entered inside, shutting it with a thud.

****

Nate sat in the makeshift office he'd been assigned to since Tuesday at Spade's club, today he was kind of alone, after Matteo had dropped him off at the club he left immediately, and the man he'd been holed up with since Tuesday just left now, said he had something to do.

Nate looked around the office again, it was big, almost as big as Spade's office, with almost the same furniture, only this room didn't look like an endless dark abyss, the walls were painted cream with a touch of purple, while the couch and other furnitures were all made of purple leather.

The huge windows were covered with blinds. Nate wouldn't call it a makeshift office because it didn't look like one, it was more luxurious looking than a makeshift office.

But all that didn't matter to him, all that was on his mind was the fact that he hadn't caught a glimpse of Spade since Friday night, after they left that woman's place.

Even yesterday that he thought he'd see him at the club when Matteo came to pick him up, but it was the same thing, Matteo had told him that Spade was busy. But deep down he knew it wasn't just because he was busy, he could feel it in his guts that Spade was avoiding him.

He didn't know why, maybe it was because of their talk Friday night or something else but he knew Spade was avoiding him. Three days in a row was no coincidence, even coming to pick him up from and to work had become Matteo's job.

Maybe Spade had finally gotten tired of him and no longer needed him for anything, but if that were the case, people like Spade don't just avoid or ignore someone they no longer have use for, they get rid of them.

'they're all the same thing, they don't like you or want you in their life' The tiny voice of insecurity in his head had started again.

He sighed out and tried to push the voice into the depth of his mind, but it was getting louder by each second

'you thought he was gonna stick around forever? You're a liability and you'll never fit in, he has no use for you anymore and now he realizes how much of a baggage you are' the voice sneered making him shake his head.

He tried to focus on the paper he was holding but the words were morphing into one, closing in on each other, forming one word on each line.

Chew toy, chew toy, chew toy.

That was what he kept seeing, making his breathing ragged as he tried to shake it off. His vision was getting fuzzy and he felt his chest gave in like a stab wound

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