The Snow Within Me

Chapter Three.

Justice pulled into alley, parking behind a dumpster then jumping out, sliding her pistol into her back pocket. She walked a half a mile down the alley until she reached the half hidden graffiti covered door. She tried to open it quickly and quietly, but the rust had failed. She checked for her pocket knife that she had hidden in her boot. Once she felt it, she stepped in and walked down the hall, listening to the clicks of her boots.

She pulled the gun from her back pocket as she turned into a poorly lit room, shooting both of the body guards that stood on the left and right of one of her business partners, Josè. They dropped to the floor while letting out groaning screams. Another set of guards stepped forward, dragging the bodies out then returning after a few moments.

"I'm really getting tired of this shit. You know how much it costs to replace two guards every meeting?" Josè spoke as he stood up.

"Shut up and stop bitching. Start talking, you called me at a bad time." Justice responded, while shaking his hand then taking a seat. "Also, it's a family protocol thing, you wouldn't understand."

Josè took his seat and opened a folder that rested on the table between the two. The folder held the files of the next location the pair would be shipping  their sell to. "Bogotá. The most populated city in Columbia. His name is Lorenzo Cabrera." Both him and Justice looked up at the same time, making eye contact.
Justice raised her eyebrow and leaned back in her seat. "Isn't he the biggest drug lord in South America?"u
"And your father was the e wreck one in North America, which now makes you the biggest. What you talking?"
Justice sighed and looked back down at the folder as Josè continued to speak. "It's a big move. Big money. Bigger than anything you or your father has ever seen."
"Why does he want my shit? How does he even know about me?"
"An old partner of your fathers. He's been out the game since your parents got killed. He's been in the hospital for awhile as well. But he's recovering, under the radar."
"How do you recover under the radar?"
"He has a son. Who doesn't know about his dealings. It's easier and less suspicious for him to handle business from his hospital bed. He knows that as soon as his son knows he's better, he'll want him to come home with him."
Justice looked up and her eyes got big as something registered in her head, "What's his name?"
"Michael. Known as Jugg to your father."
"Fuck..." Justice put her elbows on the table, rubbing her temple. She thought about all the time her and Messiah tried to connect her parents death and his fathers shooting together but failed.
"What if I don't want to go through with this?" Justice rubbed her eyes then looked back up as Josè replied.
"You have to. I already told him you would."
Justice shot from her seat, glaring down at Josè. "What the fuck? You forgot who runs this shit?"
Josè stood up and looked at her. "What how you come at me first of all. And I had to. Your head has been out of the game. You been slacking and always in your fucking feelings. And in this game we don't have time for that bitch shit!"
Before she knew it, Justice had her gun pointed at Josè and his guards had theirs pointed at her.
"You really want to do this?" Josè said slyly.
"I don't care, we can all die in the bitch. Fuck all that right?"
Just then Josès' phone rang and he looked down at it. "Put the gun up. We got shit to do."