She’s mine.
As soon as I find her, I’m claiming her.
Even if it ultimately starts an even bigger war between her piece of shit father and us. I’d gladly spill blood for her.
I’ve experienced what life is like without her these last couple of weeks, and I have to say I don’t fucking like that shit one bit.
It was just supposed to be one night.
One night to scratch the itch between us, but then it turned into two, which then went to a week, and then more of me sneaking into her house because we couldn’t get enough of each other.
I’ve been an absolute grouch since she’s been gone. So grumpy that even my men try to steer clear of me these days.
I let out a long sigh as I step into my room, having just finished showering. It’s time to get this show on the road as well as my head in the game.
I push all thoughts of her out of my subconscious as I try to clear my mind. I have to go into this meeting fully focused, or I could end up dead. Always expect the unexpected, because assholes are always trying to double-cross you. And I don’t know… but my sixth sense has been tingling all day. I’m going to have to be extra vigilant tonight.
I pull on a pair of black cargo pants and a white tank top, then put on my bulletproof vest. After that’s secured in place, I throw on a black T-shirt over it all to hide the fact that I’m wearing my vest tonight.
One of my companies has developed a bulletproof jacket laced with a secret material woven into the fabric that’s even stronger than Kevlar, and it’s nowhere to be found on the market. It’s made in a way that no one can even tell that you’re wearing it, since it’s not bulky like the regular ones.This is one secret product I think I’m going to be keeping to myself.
I grab my combat boots and put them on, then put on a pair of black gloves and finally my jacket.
After that’s done, I strap one of my knives to my ankle, a gun to my shoulder holster, one behind my back, and one on the inside of my waistband by my hip, along with some extra magazines of bullets in my cargo pants pockets.
Once I’m done arming myself and ensure I have everything I need, I head out the door and down the elevator to the garage.
I hop into my SUV and pull out a second later, heading to one of our warehouses. I keep glancing around my surroundings, double-checking to make sure I’m not being followed. When I get there, I park, step out of my vehicle, and head for the door.
“Everything good here?” I ask the soldier standing guard at the door as I approach. He opens it for me, and I stop to speak to him.
“We’re good, boss. No sign of trouble. It’s been quiet.”
“Perfect,” I tell him as I finally walk past him and head inside.
No matter where we are, I always have a few of my men patrolling the perimeter. You never know who could be watching.
It’s always a toss-up between my enemies and the Feds. Though no one knows where my active warehouses are, since we move base constantly. One can never be too cautious. Last time the Feds managed to find one of them, it was already empty. No sign of anything illegal, like no one was ever there to begin with.
“Right on time, boss. We’re almost done and will be ready to leave soon,” Aldo, my head of security, says as I walk over to where he’s standing with a few of the guys.
The warehouse is buzzing with activity. I check the guns that are ready to go, and once they pass my inspection, my men begin loading them into the crates.
When they’re done, we have four crates of semi-automatic rifles. A few of them lift the crates and take them out through the back door to put them into two SUVs. I watch to make sure it’s all secure, and when we all head back inside, I check my watch and see we have half an hour before we need to leave.
“Thanks, guys. Everything looks good. Does everyone have on their vests?”
“Yes, boss!” they chorus around the room.
“And are you all sufficiently armed?”
“Yes,” they all say.
“Good. I want everyone to be extra vigilant and keep an eye on things tonight. Watch your sixes and each other’s backs. I have this feeling that something is fucking going to go down, and I want as few casualties on our side as possible.”
“We’ve got it covered, boss.” Jack, one of the guys, says.
“Alright, men, listen up! We’re going to go over the plan one last time just to make sure everyone knows what they have to do. You guys have been split into teams. Team One, you are to keep the boss covered at all times tonight. Team Two, you know where your sniper positions are. Get there as soon as possible. If you see anything that doesn’t look right, shoot to kill. Team Three, you guys will wait for the call before bringing in the merchandise, and Team Four, which is the rest of you, will fan out around the perimeter. Is that understood?” Aldo speaks, pointing out the teams as he goes.
