I hand the briefcases to Aldo, who takes them back to our SUV and quickly counts the money. “It’s all here, sir.”
“Thank you, Aldo.” I bring my phone up to my ears as I dial the guys. “Bring the merchandise over.”
A few seconds later, they drive in and stop a few feet away from my SUV before getting out and heading to the back to open their hatches.
“This is everything I asked for?” Gino asks.
“Of course. You’re more than welcome to check them,” I tell him. He walks over to my guys. They’ve already pulled the tops of the crates off, and Gino inspects all three of them.
“Get these into the van,” he tells his men once he’s done checking everything. “Thanks. Everything looks great.”
“Of course, it does. I only sell top-of-the-line shit. Nice doing business with you, Gino,” I say, before walking away and heading back to my vehicle.
“You too, Mr. Andretti,” he says. That is the last thing I hear before the sound of rapid-fire gunshots echoes all around me.
Aldo jumps on me quickly, pushing me to the ground as the dock erupts into a frenzy. I pull one of my guns out and crawl the rest of the way to my vehicle to use it as cover.
“Motherfucker!” I shout, having no clue what the fuck is actually going on. I see three guys heading our way, and I shoot two of them in quick succession while Aldo gets the third. My men are all dressed the same, specific outfits, so I can pick them out and know who not to shoot.
“We’ve got you covered, boss,” Aldo shouts over the gunfire.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snap into my earpiece.
“Some unknown men showed up and started shooting. We’re taking care of it, boss,” someone yells back at me.
My men are using heavy firepower. When I manage to look back at where I last saw Gino, he’s lying on the ground with a bullet hole in the head and a few in the chest. His men all lie dead around him.
Sirens sound in the distance. I don’t want to be here when the police show up. I can see dead bodies scattered around the place as I continue to shoot.
“Fuck! The police are on their way. Let’s get out of here!” I hear being yelled from somewhere across the dock from where I’m standing, and I see a few guys running to the entrance. Without thinking, I sprint after them.
It’s four of them, and they hop into an SUV and drive off. One of ours is right ahead of me, and I hop in and quickly pull out to follow behind them.
“Get the fuck out of there!” I yell to the guys as I step on the gas, following behind these cocksuckers. I see two of our vehiclesbehind me. No doubt it’s fucking Aldo and his guys following me.I swear I’m going to put a bullet in all of them one of these days for not listening to me.
I swerve a bit when bullets from the vehicle I’m chasing come flying at me. Fucking bastards! There’s not a ton of traffic at this time of night, but there are some cars on the road, so I have to swerve in and out of them.
Aldo’s vehicle comes up beside mine, and the guys start shooting back at those cocksuckers who are shooting at me.
A few moments later, they turn onto one of the roads that’s usually empty at this time, and I gun the gas. It didn't take me long to catch up with them, since I wasn’t far behind. I slam into their bumper, causing them to swerve.
I pull back before speeding up again and slam into them at full force once more. This runs them off the road.
I quickly slam on my brakes and hop out of my SUV before running toward the one that crashed. I hear the screech of tires behind me before my guys rush out to help me.
I quickly assess the situation. The two guys in the front are a bloody mess, so I shoot the two of them in the head. The two in the back are groaning.
“Grab these two assholes and take them to the warehouse on Western Boulevard.”
“Yes, boss,” my two guys say as they each haul a man out of the vehicle, restraining them.
“What the hell, boss?! You could have hurt yourself!” Aldo lectures as he rushes over to my side.
“As you can see, I’m fine.” I don’t mention I’ve got a bit of an ache from the whiplash of slamming my vehicle into these assholes.
“If you were ever killed in a situation where you had your men with you, you know your father would kill us all for letting that happen, right?”
“Nah. He wouldn’t. But I might shoot your ass one of these days for disobeying a direct order,” I mutter.
