" We have a problem Parker"
"Parker waved his hand nonchalantly. " I know, I know we're a little behind but that's only because-" 
" We know why you're late, we're only here to talk not to collect" I explained in the calmest tone but I could tell from the expressions looking back at me that it wasn't defusing the situation. 
"Well you've already ruined the ambience" He chuckled light heartedly. " What can we help you with?" 
Keep it up, I'm going to knock that smile right off your fuckin face.
"
" Your war with Greenleaf, end it" 
Straightening his slouched posture Parker tried to appear taller as he held my gaze with a sympathetic smile. Looking back at Rodney, Parker's smile grew while Rodney's expression grew more serious as he watched Nick and Corey's movements. 
" I never pegged you for the funny guy Kaleb I mean-"
Impatiently my right fist clipped his chin, and Parker stumbled backwards. His pale colored flared with rage as he immediately reached underneath his shirt. Just as I caught sight of the handle of the pistol I grabbed ahold his shirt yanking him forward. His hand clumsily swiftly wrapped around the handle and as he retrieved it, it slipped from his grasp before clanking embarrassingly to the floor. 
" Wow" Corey snickered 
Parker's face became a deep red from his completely flopped bad ass moment. With his mind still fuzzy and floating from the cocaine he was struggling to figure out what exactly just happened. None of his crew made any kind of effort to grab it for him and just as he bent to pick it up Nick happily skipped around me and kicked the hand gun, making it skitter across the floor. Just as Nick looked back Parker, he launched himself at Nick tackling him to the ground. I watched as the drunk and coke head tussled around the floor of broken glass and alcohol. More than half of the room cheered as Nick still slammed his fist into Parker's face as he laid with his back on the ground. It was only a matter of time before the security came through here to pull those two apart. 
Coming here would have been a waste of time. 
As a vicious mixture of anger and agitation flooded my head. My hands grabbed ahold of my belt and I quickly unbuckled it as I started over to both of them. Without the pin holding it in place I put the belt back through the buckle and easily lassoed the belt over Parker's head before pulling it tight and yanking him off of Nick.
"Stop this stupid shit!" 
Like an animal he thrashed wildly and as his hands grabbed at the leather I pulled it tighter, forcing him up on to his feet
" Fuck you, you fuckin cock sucking bastard" As Parker tried to swing on me I wrenched his arm behind his arm as I walked him ahead of me like a dog. 
" Keep calling me out of my fuckin name, please"
"Once over to the table I encouragingly pushed him into the edge and as he doubled over Marco grabbed ahold of the leash and he yanked Parked down before placing his hand on Parker's head to hold it down. 
" Back the fuck up!" Nick barked aiming at the crew as Rodney shifted on his feet impatiently. 
" What the fuck are you assholes doing?"
" What you couldn't do" I spat glaring back at him. " It didn't have to come to this but now you get to have a front row seat" 
Nodding to Nick he swiftly started over to Parker and slammed the butt of his gun to the side of his face. 
Bro witnesses, witnesses"  Marco hissed in a warning, clenching his teeth together as he rose his eyebrows. 
" Oh, right " with a sigh I reached into the waist of my jeans and pulled the Glock out then aimed it at the ceiling. Bang, bang, bang I squeezed the trigger three times releasing the hollow points into cheap tile. Immediately the screams of women echoed loudly as everyone in the club broke out into a panic, trampling a few people as they stampeded out of the building.