We're All Heathens Here - A Mafia Story {Ongoing}

The Mole

We spent a few hours planning and explaining everything to the people we were taking and then we were ready to go at 8. I was sitting in the back of a black van with Matteo and about 10 other men. I didn't know how far away the warehouse where Hunter Mills was but it was taking a while and I was starting to get uncomfortable.

"How much longer?" Matteo asked the driver through the cage-like barrier that split us from the front of the van,

"About 5 minutes sir," replied the driver and then once again everything was silent. We shook in sync as the van continued to drive down what I imagined to be an old, gravel road.

When the van finally stopped, the door flew open and we all climbed quickly out. There were people everywhere, moving into their assigned spots. I walked just behind Matteo as the men surrounded the warehouse.

"Are you ready?" Matteo asked me and Garcia who was on his other side.

"Affirmative," Garcia and I nodded. The three of us started walking calmly toward the warehouse. The rest of the men moved in a few steps every time we walked a few feet.

When we got to the door Matteo calmly opened it and we stepped in. The warehouse was exactly like I imagined it, paint stripping off the walls, half-torn up carpet, dark and smelt damp. We checked every smaller room until we came to the main room.

"So," said a loud voice, I gripped my handgun tighter, "You finally found me," the voice had a Russian hint to it,

"It's Mills," Matteo said quietly, Garcia and I nodded. As we all stood back to back the voice continued,

"Took you long enough," Mills laughed, "I was starting to think you had died on the way,"

"Show yourself, coward!" Matteo yelled, I heard a soft thump as something landed on the ground. I pointed to the place it had come from, Garcia and Matteo gave me confused looks but went toward the sound anyway. I looked behind a bunch of crates to find nothing. Something moved on the top level and I turned and shot. A man groaned and Matteo's head snapped up to where the sound had come from.

Matteo and I ran up the stairs to find Hunter Mills on the floor, blood pouring out of his leg. Matteo nodded to him and I went over. I was lucky I was wearing a mask otherwise Mills would've recognised me. I helped Mills to stand and Matteo cuffed him. I half dragged-half carried the man out of the warehouse and to the men. I dumped him in on one of the vans and grabbed the first aid kit.

First I cut away the piece of fabric from where the wound was. I then poured water and antiseptic onto the wound ignoring his groans. I then bandaged his leg and sat him against the barrier. "Stay," I smirked. I climbed out of the van and shut the doors.

"Why did you do that?" Asked Matteo, "He is the enemy,"

"You want me to torture him," I reminded him, "I can't torture a dead man," Matteo shrugged as large groups of men came out of the warehouse,

"There's no one else boss," said one. Matteo nodded and pulled down his mask.

"Alright then," he yelled, "Let's get moving. And if you're with the prisoner, keep your fucking mask on," Matteo and I went toward the truck with Mills in it and climbed in. I helped Mills onto the seat beside me and he rest against the barrier, passing out almost immediately.

It was a long, silent ride back to the base. When we got there two men carried Mills into the base with a blindfold on. Matteo came over to me and I followed him down into the basement cells. When we went in a few doctors were wrapping Mills' leg. Matteo's phone started ringing and he picked it up. 

"Pezzo di merda (piece of shit)," he sighed, "I've got to go, you'll be alright with him?" he gestured to Mills,

"I'll be fine," I sighed.