“Have you gone completely and utterly mad??” She started and raised her voice at me.

I sighed and looked down for a second. What I thought to be a civil meeting has gone down the pipes.

“Helena…” I started. I looked at her and knew she wasn’t carrying anything with her; she was in her casual attire. Thank god for that.

“No, don’t you dare say my name, McCutcheon…. Is this some sort of sick joke??” She asked me. “Are you really mad?? Jesus… you’re really looking forward to your death, aren’t you?” She asked me.

“Now, hold on there Helena… don’t get carried away…” I warned her. “I was here to see you… and then… well, I got a little bit distracted…” I said and I knew it burned a hole in her as I said it.

“What in god’s name do you want?” She asked.

“Well… I want to tell you, that I keep seeing your guys in my space… in Brooklyn that is… I’ve told you many times Helena, Brooklyn is mine…” I said to her. She stood there silently; I think she doesn’t know that her guys were messing with other people territory.

“I don’t know if your guys are just plain stupid or fucking deaf… but please, remind them for me…” I said and walked towards her.

“Get out of here Shane…” She said plainly.

“I’ll do that… Hey, it’s just sex… don’t get so caught up about it…” I whispered. I could feel the steam coming out of her ears. “She’s a good kid…” I patted her shoulder.

I made my way to the door and turned around on last time. “Hey! Next time I still see your guys in my town… it’s not gonna be nice, Helena…’ I said loudly and made my way out.