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11: Genesis

(A/N: Thank you all for your patience, things have been busy! 4/20 is a busy time of year—I work in the cannabis industry—and work has been insane. I appreciate you all for reading and being so supportive. I've edited this entire story so it flows better, so that's another reason I haven't updated 🫣 but now the story is how I truly want it, so more updates will follow after this!)

Scott's POV
A Week Later

"We need to clear out the firearm caches before another one gets raided, we're on thin fucking ice right now," Ramirez said, ashing his blunt on the floor. He nodded over to me. "Scott's on the same page. Aristos, too." I nodded, and the gang nodded to Rami.

Since kicking out most of the gang, we've been dealing with their retaliations. Raiding our drug and firearm stashes around the city, vandalizing our property, a couple storage containers blown up, etc.

It was becoming too much now, and we needed to move. Aristos was already on a site with a company selling their old warehouse, trying to secure another location for us to move over to. The current warehouse wasn't safe anymore, we weren't sure of the risks, so we decided to take action.

I didn't think letting the big portion of the gang would come back on us. They saw why we had to downsize the gang, so why are they doing this?

"Alright, so should we go now?"

I pulled my beretta from my waistband and cocked it, setting it on the table. I then nodded to the gang. "Let's go."

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Winnie's POV

Since the charade with Gavin, I'd been too busy dealing with his portion of the work that was split between the two of us. I felt like I was beginning to drown in the reality of it all: How Dad was nearly losing his mind dealing with all of this on his own when Mom died. They handled all of the gang and it's connections together, divided up evenly between the two. It just sucked when she fell ill.

Dad began to despise her when she was at her worst, simply because she was delirious, and nearly abusive to everyone while she was bedridden. Well, everyone began to despise her, myself included. I loved her more than anyone in my family, but in the last year of her life, I wanted to die to get away from her.

"Earth to Winnie?" McIntosh waved his hand in front of my face, his laptop in his lap still opened up, millions of papers surrounding him, all over the coffee table and couch around him. We were sorting everything out little by little; each client, transaction, and international deals.

"Ahhh... Sorry," I said, rubbing my eyes and leaning back into the couch. "I just feel like I'm going crazy going over this shit. Who the fuck buys just a pound of weed? From Amsterdam? Isn't marijuana, like, legal out there?" I was growing irritated.

"I know, dude, I've seen a few similar. Just odd amounts from odd places." He shuffled a few papers, pulling some from a few different places. "See? A shipment of one pound of weed to Pinedale, Wyoming. And then another to Guthrie, Oklahoma, but only a quarter pound."

I rolled my eyes, just acknowledging that my brother did something so peculiar, yet stupid. "I'm almost concerned that he was fucking around for no reason other than to be 'funny'," I pondered aloud.

Mac leaned his head side to side, debating. "Or maybe there's no reason at all. Maybe he just took the offers because why not?"