《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
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After a week of careful configuration and dismissing the shipment. Earlier this morning, my team was infiltrated, and the shipment was taken by the police.
Leaving my men in charge was a bad fucking idea. Leaving early this morning, I drove to the Warehouse where the shipment was left. Checking on what happened.
Walking around the warehouse, everything looked okay. But something was off. It was too quiet and clean?
Usually, I have to scold my men for not working promptly, but today? Everyone was at their post, working promptly, keeping the floor clean of blood and the smell of ocean air fresher filled my lungs. What the fuck is going on?
Walking up the metal stairs, and headed to my office. I gripped the door handle, swinging it open in anger. "What the hell is happing?" I spoke, looking at my men shiver under my authority.
Money was all over the table as my men were counting them. The smell of fresh blood took over the ocean air fresher smell. My eyes shifted to a man laying against the wall with his blood all over my white stone walls. I knew something was fishy.
"Boss? Wh-at. What are you do-doing here?" The manager of my warehouse establishment spoke. Fucking hate him.
"I own this place, my boy. Am I not allowed to be here?" My eyes shifted to the dead man against the wall. "I came here to see what was happening. And by the looks of it. It doesn't look so promising"
My manager lifted his head from behind the laptop screen, looking at me like he saw a ghost. Like he did something wrong? My eye locked with his, standing back. I keep my focus on him until he breaks.
"Boss, I didn't mean to -"
I lift my hand, cutting him off. "It is very interesting that you killed a man, cleaned everything around it, yet. Not even clean the scene of the crime?" I chuckled. "I am proud that you even got the guts to kill a man, yet disappointed that you didn't even kill yourself?"
He sat there, wide eyes, stunned to speak as his lips parted slightly. Everyone else in the room's eyes shifted to him as he never left my gaze.
The agonising silence irritated me as I let out a sigh. Unbuttoning my blazer's button, I pulled out my Glock from my holster and pointed it in his direction.
People gasped as his blood smeared all over the wall behind him as my bullet went through his head. Blood dripped down into his eyes, turning them red as the death grin grew on his face.
His body became limp and fell to the floor. As I put back my Glock under my blazer's holster. "Five, four, three, two - Boss." Someone spoke. Looked at him to continue his statement.
