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"I think it's time I informed you of the other group dealing in this... er... Stuff. "he starts carefully.
What do you mean other group? You swore we were the only ones! "I bark furiously, imagining how much profit we would lose because of his stupidity.
"They're more influential. It was no choice at all really. "he quips.
I grab his collar and pull him across the counter. Surely he could not be serious. Who could be more influential than me?
"You know how easily I could plant this all on you. That'd be a pretty long jail term, now wouldn't it? "I spit in his face and he flinches in fear.
"Now that's not a real good way to treat your best suppliers, now is it?"I feel a cold barrel dig into my scalp even before an astonishingly familiar voice mutters calmly in my ear.
"Give me my batch," he orders the supplier and I can feel him shaking and smile devilishly.
"I...I already sold him the last one. "he squeaks.
"I guess you know what that means ,"he continues, digging the barrel deeper into my scalp.
"In fact..." I begin ,"I don't. "and I slam the back of my head forcefully into his nose before grabbing his gun where it toppled to the floor,as he probably opted to grab his aching nose instead. Just like I thought. I think proudly.
"It's probably good to tell you now that this is not our supplier. He's mine! And no other fucktard is messing around with my shit. "I master my cold voice well before turning to face the bastard with the gun in my hands.
I falter a step back, as the face registers itself in my mind.
"You?! "we both yell with identical looks of horror as I try loading that the trustworthy Chief of Precinct 9,and my boss, was in fact my rival in the drug trafficking business
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ContoI watched him pull the trigger, blank.... There was only two of us left either me or the guy next to me. It was never the last guy. He tosses me the gun. My palms are sweaty, I could barely maintain my grip. "Fucking pull the trigger! "I hear someo...
