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Twenty-five minutes later, we arrived at my warehouse on the outskirts of Mooringsport. The warehouse is so deep into the woods that if you put the address into your GPS, you still won’t be able to find it. Which is why when buyers come, I have my men pick them up and blindfold them when they’re fifteen miles away. I would hate to kill them if they dare to come back without an invitation.
After parking, Batista gets out, then opens Sydney’s door. Sydney and I head towards the entrance, Booker and Batista follow.
Surveying the small number of vehicles parked, Batista says, “Looks like our men haven’t arrived with the customers.”
“It does,” I return. “Let’s go inside and show Sydney and Booker our operation. At the same time, we can deal with the Carmine issue.”
Batista says nothing as he leads us to the front door of the warehouse where four of my men are stationed outside. The one closest to it, opens the door for us. Once inside, I see my workers steadily at work, getting the crates of guns in order. Carmine sees us, then comes to us.
“Mr. DeLuca, Mr. Rengould I thought we had a little bit more time before you arrived, but since you’re here, let me show you the inventory we received yesterday.”
Something about Carmine’s demeanor put me on alert. He’s never approached us like that, so now I’m understanding Batista’s reservations about him earlier. Yeah, it’s time to purge the warehouse of all those who have me second guessing their motives.
We follow Carmine as he takes us over to the first five crates. “I know Mr. Rengould wanted us to wait until he went through the inventory, but I went ahead and opened the crates and took a picture of the contents. I thought this would cut down the time buyers spent examining each crate. With pictures of the guns on the outside, they could see what they were getting.”
Before anyone can react, especially Carmine, Batista smacks the shit out of him. Carmine hits the floor. Batista points out two of my men. “Get his ass up,” he barks. The men rush over to a dazed Carmine and yank him up. Batista begins to walk towards them but halts his footsteps when the warehouse doors open and three of my guards enter with two blindfolded men.
“Cover his mouth,” Batista orders to the men holding Carmine.
The men drag Carmine to the back of the warehouse, then disappear. I gave the signal to remove the blindfolds, stepping towards them. I stopped when Sydney didn’t move.
“What’s wrong, Syd?” I ask.
Taking her eyes off the men, she focuses on me, then whispers, “The man on the right tried to kill my daddy during a deal. I was there and would never forget his face. Domencio, I know you bringing me here today was to build solidarity between our families, but this...I don’t want any part of it. I’m ready to pull my gun and shoot the fucker.”
“Yep, that’s him,” Booker adds.
Fuck! I want to kill the motherfucker myself. This is the bullshit that happens when two families come together. You don’t know who their enemies are until they are brought in front of you. If I would’ve known Sydney and her family had an issue with Santana, I wouldn’t have done business with him.
“Nobody does nothing until I give the order,” I command. I waited for Sydney to fight me on this but when she said, “Yeah” and Booker echoed her response, I was inwardly rejoiced that she was giving me the reins to handle the situation how I saw fit.
“Damn DeLuca, I can never get used to this shit,” Santana says, getting his eyes adjusted to the light in the warehouse along with Cameron. “At some point after doing business these last few years, you would think we’d be passed this.”
With Sydney’s hand in mine, we close the space between Santana and his henchman.
Stopping about ten feet in front of them, I state, “That may be true but with technology and everything else changing, everyone has to be on the defensive, don’t you agree?”
Santana rubs his eyes, saying, “I can’t knock you for that, DeLuca, so let me see what you have for me.”
“Can you see properly?” I ask because I want his vision to be fully intact for what we have in store for him.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” Santana confirms.
“Okay, then let’s head this way to the first crate of guns,” I state.
Santana stares at Sydney before inquiring, “Do I know you? You look so familiar to me.”
Sydney puts on a pleasant smile before replying, “No, I don’t think we know each other.”
Santana shows his gold capped teeth as he grins. “That’s too bad because if we did, you would be by my side instead of his.”
Moving closer to me, Sydney places her palm on my cheek before kissing me like we were two people going through the side effects of sex withdrawal. When her lips left mine, not caring who was seeing our display, I inwardly craved for more and so did my painful erection.
“Sorry, but not sorry to inform you Mr. Santana, I’m where I’m supposed to be,” Sydney declares, holding onto me.
Santana regards her before saying, “Well, if you decide to switch to better things, I can always find a place for you with me.”
Batista and Booker’s eyes fall on me, wanting me to give the order to put this mutt down, but I slightly shake my head. Santana was going to die before all of this concluded, but I want him to feel as if he was running things.
