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There’s ten of them in total, and each show different moments within the last few weeks where he stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. Where he made a move to inconvenience me.
The first few are nothing special, except for the third, which shows him paying off Phillip. How they stupidly made this transaction while standing outside of my building in the middle of the financial district two weeks before his death. Three in the morning and within the shot of my security cameras when no one is around to question them.
Which also begs the question of where my men on the clock were?
A large metal door at the end of this hallway opens and closes with a loud bang. A group of people enter, two with hoods on their heads, but my eyes are on the man at the center.
“Good morning,” I say, standing up to greet my guest with my hand out toward him. He’s the main victim in the giant mess of a hindrance. “How are you, my friend?”
“Could be better, mate.” Casper Jameson grips my hand tight before pulling me into a hug. “Bloody traffic here always gets me in a mood.”
“You’re a native, Casper. You should be used to it by now.”
“Semi native, thank you very much.” He’s the only person I know whose accent is a crazy mix of British with hints of Chicagoan. His family and their operations are run out of the UK with connections all across Europe and the east coast of the United States. Guns, marijuana, and cocaine are his favorite poisons, and I am the magician that makes all profits look legal.
Strip clubs.
Laundromats.
Car washes.
All businesses that deposit quantities in cash day in and out.
This last run should’ve been simple. It wasn’t, and I now need to make reparations.
“Four months a year is enough to qualify.”
“Fuck you, and never.” He laughs, slapping my back. Others around us chuckle, but just as soon it all dies down. “Now, how are we going to fix this, Malcolm? Cause we have a lot of money being held up by—”
“I have it all,” I interrupt, and he raises a brow, his questioning gaze set on mine. “Before the feds got ahold of it or put a pause on the transaction, I froze everything. Moved the capital offshore, and my guys did what they needed to do to make everything disappear.”
“So we’re good, then?”
“No. Not in the least.” Tilting my head toward Alton and his father, I sneer. “We won’t be okay until I make an example out of this asshole and his family.”
“Who are they?”
“The orchestrators.” At once he pulls his gun out and points it at Alton, but before he shoots, I push his hand down. “They are mine, Casper. All three.”
“Then why tell me, arsehole?” he hisses, nostrils flaring. “This delay is costing me a shipment coming in tomorrow night. With the heat on my operations, the weapons supplier isn’t feeling comfortable.”
“Because I want them to watch you leave this warehouse with every single ounce of their merch.” That’s when he sees the bricks wrapped in plastic; barrels upon barrels of Columbian pure snow. “The coke and electronics are yours to do with as you please. Dump them in the river for all I care, but they won’t make a fucking cent in profit.”
“Apology accepted, bloke.” Walking over to one of the containers, he pulls out a small knife from his jeans and rips a brick open. With the tips of the blade he takes a small amount and tastes it. Nods to himself in approval. “I’ll take it all.”
“Done.” Looking at a very quiet Alton, I smirk. “Load it up. Three trucks are outside waiting, and Casper’s men will drive them away.”
“Understood.” Javier whistles and within minutes, everything is gone. As if it was never here.
“Thank you, Malcolm. I know my business is always safe with you…”
“But?”
Casper looks pensive as he walks back to me, his eyes shifting between the men with hoods and the three on the floor. “How will we make sure this never happens again?”
“Like this.” Carmelo comes forward then, a box in his hands. “Go on. Open it.”
“If it’s a bloody snake, you arse, I’ll shoot you.”
