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I clutched the blade in my palm forcing it towards his gut.
The bastards surrounding this place raised there weapons aiming them at me.
Analysing his men, I returned my nasty glare towards the figure ahead of me. I drag th...
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Luca Bianchi
The long-awaited week has finally come. Currently, my driver is taking me to the airport. We had problems with the shipment in France, the guns which were supplied to us every month were cut off by someone. Now, I have to sit with some useless asshole and threaten him to let the shipment go through. We were nearly at the airport considering it was only 10 minutes away. My Private jet was waiting for me to arrive so then it could take off.
A little time later, we stood there, outside of the plane. My luggage was hauled out of the car and into the jet leaving me alone.
Ambling out of the car the sudden wind hit me. It was late January and the weather couldn't be any worse. The sky darkening as the slight drizzle fell on top of me. I was hurried into the plane before the raindrops pelted down faster.
Sauntering into the jet and taking one of the empty seats from the many that were unoccupied. Pulling out my laptop along with my many printed files from my duffel bag which I had asked to be left in here.
I absolutely hated long flights. They were just so time-consuming, luckily this one was only 2 hours. Continuing my unfinished work before the flight would land.
Concluding my work earlier than I thought, I decided I would just take a nap to help the time fly by quickly. Once I reach France I would be busy for the whole 3 days meaning I wouldn't even get a wink of sleep I don't want the next news to be 'Italian Capo killed with lack of sleep'. That's just embarrassing.
Arlo was accompanying me on the trip, more like business, he knew how to take care of everything. Walking towards the car once we were permitted to. The car was parked further away from the plane so we had to walk around 5 minutes to get there. It wasn't too far but me being me had to complain to Arlo.
Taking a seat in the car before he began driving, taking us to our hotel. The car behind us was filled with my men. The luggage would arrive late, my men would have ordered the crew to have it sent to my hotel room immediately.
I and Arlo had taken up the back discussing our 'trip'. I had seen earlier that two cars have been following us for around 10 minutes.
It was suspicious and our men were informed. We wouldn't shoot unless they shot. Just as we began driving faster, I think they took the hint that we knew.
One man positioned his head out the window taking a shot at our car. The windows were all bulletproof on this car but not my men's. He shot again but was unlucky once again as it hit the side view mirror.
They were in luck considering my men weren't prepared but still unlucky, they would die either way. They were shooting my men one by one and occasionally taking a shot at my car.
It was bulletproof for these kinds of situations. My men's car had crashed into the metal railings at the side of the road meaning their driver was dead. Arlo took the wheel from the driver, speeding up.
He knew not to take us to our hotel or it would become a bigger threat if they knew where we were staying.
The shooting began once again, urging me to take the hidden gun out of the waistband of my pants. It's always there no matter what. I don't know when I'll need it and for safety precautions, I keep it close to me. They weren't even prepared other than having guns.
'Stupid idiots'
Most of my men had already smashed all the glass so the men were in clear sight and not protected by anything whereas I am in a bulletproof car that could stop all their attacks.
Rolling down my window, poking my head slightly out to see where I could shoot from this angle. As soon as I positioned myself out the window, the bullets began flying towards me once again.
My driver just sat on the passenger seat whilst the whole ordeal went on. He wasn't too much surprised, he's been through this too many times to get scared. I'd rather have him calm not doing anything than someone scared shitless.
There was no point in calling my men back at the hotel.
There were at least 5 men in each car which meant 10 altogether. Around 3 of them shot from each side which meant 6 alive four dead. Arlo gave the wheel back to the driver before climbing once again into the back seat.
"3 on each side"
Arlo took the left side whereas I took the right. We each had to take out 3 men. We both rolled our windows down. He loved guns whereas my personal favorite was knives. We had our preferences. He waited for me to give him a signal so he could start shooting.
'3.2.1'
Then the bullet rain began again. With us and them shooting all at once. We pulled our heads in a few times to avoid getting shot.
I popped my head out the window locating my first target. He was standing with his head out of the sunroof so he could have more access to trying to shoot us. I held my gun in place for when he would pop his head back out. When he did I shot him straight in his head, forcing him to fall lifeless back into the car.
"2 more left. On right'
My second target was right in front of me. He was a headache, I should have just shot him first. He could see me clearly and I could too. It was just about who was faster now at shooting.
To distract him, I opened the door which he took the bait and shot. When the bullets calmed down, I situated my arms out in the open quickly shooting him before he could retreat inside. Closing it once he was dead, it had tons of bullet holes on it. It was getting cold and I don't wanna die of hypothermia.
'Second headshot in a row, now one more.'
The last man was the driver. I don't know what's the point in driving when the men who were shooting are already dead. If he could actually do something whilst driving then there would be a point but he's just here driving. I took my head out of the window shooting the glass that was doing a bad job in protecting him seeing how quickly it smashed. Once it shattered, I took the gun and shot him in the head twice.
Triple head kill.
I sat back in the car, Arlo was still trying to shoot someone. These persistent motherfuckers just don't die. I'll take that back, he's dead.
Arlo sits comfortably in his seat closing his eyes as we get driven to our hotel after making sure no one is following us.
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