Mafia (DNF)

Thirteen

It was midnight. My men were positioned around the shipyard, and we waited carefully as the ship was unloaded onto the dock.

George stood beside me, and I had my hand on his shoulder. Nick was on the other side of him, and I had called in a few guards behind and in front of us.

My earpiece buzzed. "The ships are unloaded, Boss."

"Stay where we are," I replied. "They're coming."

George was shuffling nervously beside me, and I didn't blame him. We'd been out here for an hour already, waiting.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a bit of movement by the warehouse where the drugs were being stored temporarily. At the same time, my earpiece buzzed again.

"Visual. Warehouse, three men, possibly more behind. Approaching the worker at the gate."

"Wait until you can see all of them," I heard Sam order. Sure enough, a small group of men in dark clothes appeared, as one of the first three knocked out the worker and unlocked the gate.

"Move in," Sam whispered, and they started surrounding the warehouse. We stayed where we were.

I watched impassively as they entered with their guns pulled. They were outnumbered 10 to 1, so I wasn't worried. Why the people I hired couldn't manage to do this themselves, I couldn't tell you.

Buzz. "Suspects in custody."

"Okay," I said, to Nick and George. "Let's go."

We made our way down to the gate, escorted by our group, who was carefully watching the surroundings. I slammed open the gate for dramatic effect, and the thieves looked up at me, all held and tied.

"Who's your leader?" I shouted. "If you don't want your heads cut off, one of you better reply."

It was quiet, and so I pulled out my pistol. I walked up to the closest member, and stuck the barrel onto his forehead. "I couldn't hear you. Who's your leader?"

The man was sweating nervously. "Our leader isn't here..."

"Who's the leader of this group, then?" He asked, putting pressure on the gun. "You have five seconds."

"The- uh, the man with the blonde hair," he stuttered, trying to point with one of his tied hands to a large blonde man.

I let go and walked over to him. He was held by three men, and looked rather full of himself. He was smiling.

"What are you gonna do, pretty boy?" He sneered. "Shoot me?"

"Yes, actually," I replied, aiming my gun at him. "Tell me the name of your leader. Although, I have my suspicions."

"It's useless even if you know his name," the man laughed. "The Blade. He'll chop your head off if you get within ten meters."

"Thanks," I drawled. "I don't need to get close to him, I'll simply send him a message."

I glanced over at Nick, and he seemed to get the message, pulling George back and covering his eyes.

I turned back around, stuck my pistol between his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

The shot rang through the warehouse, and it was silent. The body slumped down, blood oozing onto the floor. I walked over, and pulled out my knife.

"Isn't he already dead?" One of the men asked.

"Mhmm," I replied, and grabbed a piece of his hair. I swiftly sliced it off, and slid the hair into an envelope.

I walked over to the guy I was questioning before, and stuck the envelope into his pocket. "Make sure to pass my message on to the Blade, will you?"

I turned to my men. "Kill everyone else. Someone escort this one out, and make sure he doesn't try anything funny."

They waited until I'd grabbed George and pulled him out of there, and then followed my orders.

On our way to the car, George stumbled, and I rubbed his arm reassuringly. "Sorry," I muttered. "But you should know what you're signing up for."

He shook his head. "It's alright. I just- need some sleep."

We drove back to the apartment in silence.