Time To Kill

4

Nate and Guy sat on their sofa, staring at the number that Guy found in the mysterious jacket pocket. They had been drinking coffee and staring at it for the pas twenty minutes, contemplating whether or not to call it.
"Oh fuck this." Guy sighed, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and began to dial the number. As he hit the call button, he stood up. A few rings, and then the call was answered.

"Hello Mister Richards. My name is Pedro Algudori, I have been expecting your call for some hours now." The mans voice was deep and had a slight Mexican accent. "I suppose you do not remember our encounter yesterday evening, you seemed in a bad way." He said to Guy
"Unfortunately Pedro... I actually don't-"
"Okay you little fuck!" The man snarled over the phone "You don't even understand what you started last night do you? Well I'll tell you what boy, my employer is not a happy man! And he wants what is his... or blood." Pedro hung up the phone.

"Oh shit!" Guy yelled, tossing his phone across the room "we're in shit Nate!"
"Woah what, what did he say?"
"Blood man, they're gonna fucking kill us!"
"Who?" Nate yelled.
"Some Mexican and his employer!"
Before another shout could be made, there was a knock at the door. Nate out his finger to his lips as if to silence Guy, he made his way to the front door as Guy hid behind a corner. Nate slowly and silently creeped towards the door, he could see shadows of feet under it. As he reached the door, he looked through the peep hole, and saw Scott standing there waiting for the door to be answered. Nate, to his surprise opened the door to greet Scott, but before he could say a word three men in black suits swarmed the flat, one grabbing Nate and putting a knife to his throat, another instantly finding Guy and doing the same. A fourth was holding a gun to Scotts back.
"How come everyone in Devon has a fucking gun these days?" Nate smirked, which got him a punch in the gut from his attacker. The men in black sat the three down on the sofa and stood guard at doors and windows, as a fifth man entered the room.
"Hello Gentlemen" He said in a soft voice with an Italian accent "My name is Donnie Porthole, you may call me Mister Porthole, or sir. As you can see, we apprehended your friend Scott last night after he wouldn't stop drunkenly blabbing about how the three of you found a leather jacket full of cash. Well that was too difficult for us to ignore gentlemen-"
"We don't know what you're talking about!" Guy said. Mister Porthole gestured to Guy, and he got punched in the head by one of the guards.

"If they interrupt me again, kill them all." He said tiredly "We know you have the jacket, we know how you got it. By accident of course! But we need it. You see boys that jacket was full of money belonging to me, which was owed to me by the Whispers cartel. You know you I'm talking about, you were just screaming about them. They do of course want that money back, and no we will not let that happen, will we?" He said looking at the three on the sofa
"No sir" they replied in unison.
"Very good, now you obviously do not have the faintest idea who I am, I represent Mr Romboyle of the Bene-Sutra crime family. He wishes to speak with you! I will leave two of my men here to find the jacket and leave a briefing for you so you know what to do when you get home. Now get up. We are going to get lunch!" Mister Porthole walked out of the room and the three followed in silence, what the fuck had they done?

They Followed Mister Porthole down into the street, where they all climbed into a black limousine. The blacked out windows made it impossible for them to see where they were going.

"You stupid pricks!" Nate shouted at Scott and Guy "You fucking stole drug money from a cartel! I didn't even know Exeter had cartels! And of course Scott you had to drop him in it didn't you! You and your big fucking mouth! If we all get murdered I'm not going to have anyone to clear my hard drive of all my porn! Of god I'm so dead!" Nate said in anger and panic, exhausted, he slumped back in his seat. The other two were frozen in fear and confusion, none of them could remember how they got that jacket, who they got it from or when they actually got it.

After roughly ten minutes of driving the car stopped, and the car door were opened. The cold air rushed in and the smell of pollen was ripe in the air

"Alright you sorry bastards" A voice said "get out! Its judgement day."