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21
ABRAM
“What the fuck is this?!” Antonio shouts, standing across from me and pointing to the shipment of weapons my men have just unloaded for him.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I reply, feeling both annoyed at his persistence in anger and the fact that he might actually be justified in it. I’m in no mood to deal with this kind of bullshit today.
“This is thesame shitthat was seized by the ATF two fucking weeks ago! Why do you have it, and why are you giving it to me?!” he screams, his eyes wild as a gigantic earthworm of a vein pops out of his neck.
“How do you figure it’s the same product you had stolen from you?” I ask, expecting nothing but an uphill battle.
“I read the serial numbers. Do you think I’m an idiot?” he spits, standing taller and approaching me with aggression.
A few seconds later, he’s inches from my face, ready to headbutt me into another dimension.
“You keep the serial numbers logged somewhere? Let me double-check them,” I reply, hoping that I’m able to dissolve the situation without much effort. Antonio isn’t known for being the most thorough person ever, so I’m hoping that he’s just overreacting.
“Man, fuck you! You think I can’t read numbers? Numbers?!” he persists, his shouting testing the absolute boundaries of my eardrums.
I should knock him out, but I’m trying to remain professional.
“I don’t know what else you want me to do about it. Who was the person who dropped it off? You’d have better luck working this out with them,” I reply in lieu of a sucker punch.
“It was that old guy, Josiah, I think. He dropped the shit here and didn’t even stick around long enough to confirm that I received it. Fucking snake,” he says, pointing back at the shipment of weapons.
My suspicions are beginning to grow stronger the more I work with my uncle. He’s never given me a reason to doubt him personally, but I’ve been having issues with all of the shipments and meetings that he’s been in charge of lately. Something isn’t adding up, and I don’t know where to start looking.
I pull out my phone to call Josiah for an explanation when I notice that I have a picture message from Cambria.
In the event that I thought it was a nude picture of her, I would obviously hold off on opening it until the man spitting in my face had disappeared. Unfortunately for me, that doesn’t seem to be a likely occurrence, given all of the horrible shit I said to her yesterday.
Josiah’s number is just below hers in order of recent contacts, but I’m just too curious about the picture. What could she possibly think was easier to convey in a photo message rather than a text? I hope it isn’t a picture of my car with slashed tires.
When I open the photo, I’m confused at first as the photo is blurred by rain, which means it was likely taken last night.
Upon closer inspection, I see Josiah speaking with Jaden, and he looks cooperative.
My blood runs cold, and I’m about to call Josiah when I find the barrel of a gun pointed directly at me.
“Give me what I fucking paid for, or I’m blowing your goddamn head off right now,” Antonio demands, now completely out of his mind with fury.
This guy is really asking for it.
Without hesitation, I grab my pistol and step back, but then I notice that I’m damn near surrounded by Antonio’s goons. This could be my last act.
My colleague Isaac flies into action, firing his weapon indiscriminately and hitting two of the men in the stomach and chest. They collapse to the floor as I quickly step backward.
Antonio fires, just narrowly missing my head.
He retreats before I’m able to catch myself and stabilize again. He was always a fucking coward with a Napoleon complex, but I never thought he’d be so weak as to begin a firefight and refuse to finish it.
Fuck him. Now he needs to die.
I chase after him, and immediately I’m met with two of his soldiers pointing their guns at me, firing just after I’m able to crouch down and fire back. I miss the first shot.
He must have hired new guys because these ones are a hell of a lot more capable than the last team he had.
Before I rise from the floor, I’m attacked from behind as another soldier chokes me, bringing me back down to the concrete and jumping on top of me. He swings on me, punching me directly in the nose twice before I’m able to flip over and straddle him. He’s much smaller than me, which is likely why he thought a sneak attack would be safer than firing on me.
