Turning (On Hold)

Chapter 2

Caleb opened the door to his truck and climbed into the front seat. Putting the keys into the ignition he switched the vehicle on. It purred to life and he relished in the feel of the truck underneath him and the sound of the engine. He typed the address in the GPS and waited patiently as the directions popped up on the screen. It led to a warehouse where the package would be waiting. He pulled out of the parking garage under the apartment buildings where he lived, the sleek silver body of the truck glinting in the sun.

Once in the general area of the warehouse he spun his car around and circled the blocks surrounding the building and the block in which the building was on, searching for any signs of danger. Once he was satisfied he pulled his car to a stop on the block over and walked the rest of the way to the building. His phone was in his pocket and the gun from his glove box was secured between his pants and his back. He pulled his shirt over it to conceal it easier and pushed open the creaking door of the warehouse.

The building contained broken windows, walls covered in graffiti, and the inside was completely empty save for a wooden crate in the middle of the room. Caleb walked cautiously toward it, looking around for any signs of life. He opened the lid to the crate to reveal weapons, guns to be more precise. All that would be sold to make a hefty profit. He kept both hands on the lid to the crate, holding it open, and stood staring down at the merchandise.

"I hope you weren't planning on just taking those before we arrived," a voice said behind him. It was deep and gruff, and he knew who it belonged to. "Now, Davis," he said turning to face the man,"Why on earth would I do that?" He said it with a small smirk and the man gave him a toothy grin in return. The man was an inch or so shorter than himself with thinning grey hair and a wrinkly face. He was wearing a suit and was flanked by men, about Caleb's age, wearing more casual attire. They kept their mouths shut and arms crossed, always ready to reach for the guns at their sides. "Well," Davis said gesturing with one hand at the crate,"There would be quite a profit for you to make and you wouldn't have to spend any money buying them, meaning all you would be making is profit." "True," Caleb admitted,"But if I did that I would loose all chances of getting merchandise from you ever again, meaning I would loose the chance of all future profits." Davis smiled, agreeing to his logic and said with the same grin,"Well, in that case, I think you have something for me." Caleb flashed a smile and replied,"Of course." He pulled an envelope from his pocket and walked closer to Davis.  The boys at his sides reached for their guns, preparing themeselves in case he were to try anything.

Caleb handed the envelope over to Davis and stepped back to put a better distance between them. The boys relaxed slightly but still kept their hands on their guns. Davis opened the envelope and smiled at the cash inside. "Well, it seems that everything is in order. Boys, help him carry the crate to his truck." A few of them walked past Caleb and got on either side of the crate, getting ready to lift it. "That won't be necessary," Caleb said shaking his head. Davis raised his eyes but waved his men away. The waljed back to their boss and stood at his side once more.

"Until next time," Davis said turning away. His men followed him and Caleb took out his phone to call a couple of guys to help him move the crate into his truck. "Yea, I got the package here," he said into the phone. "Get Vincent to come with you and help put it in the back of the truck." There was a pause while Zach answered and Caleb replied,"Okay. I'll be waiting." He hung up and placed his phone his pocket. He took a seat on top of the crate and waited for them to show up.

Zach and Vincent entered the warehouse and waved to Caleb. "Keys?" Vincent asked. He was tall and buff with dark skin, buzzed black hair, and brown eyes. He wore a black v-neck that gripped his biceps and a pair of light jeans. Caleb tossed him the keys to his truck and he left to retreive it. Zach was the smallest of the three with pale skin sandy brown hair covering his forehead. He flipped it to the side and greeted Caleb. "That it?" He asked gesturing to the crate he was seated on. "Yep," Caleb said jumping down from the box,"Take a look." He opened the lid and Zach whistled lowly. "We'll get quite a few grand off those." The door of the warehouse opened and they turned to see Vincent walking back inside. He was swinging the keys in his hand and whistling a tune to himself. He dropped the keys into Caleb's open palm and looked over the merchandise.

"Ready to put it in the truck?" Vincent asked, scratching his jaw that needed a shave. Caleb nodded in response and answered,"We can carry it. Zach, I need you to get the door for us." "I'm good with you two doing the heavy lifting, less work for me." He said smiling. "Wouldn't want you to break a nail," Vincent said smirking. Zach glared at him but walked towards the door anyway. He propped ut open with a stray brick and turned back to the boys. "There," he said wiping his hands off,"Job done." Vincent shook his head with a smile on his face and Caleb let out a low chuckle. They each gripped a side of the crate and carriedit outside. The tailgate of his truck was down and Zach was sitting on the edge of it. "Took you long enough." His eyes twinkled with humor and a smile was on his lips. "I'd love to see you carry this thing," Vincent said through his teeth. "Nah. You look like you've got it." He hopped off the back off the truck so that Caleb and Vincent could put the crate on the back.

They pushed the crate on the back and Vincent leaned against the tailgate once he had put it back up. "Back to the house?" Vincent asked. "Yea, you guys can follow me there," Caleb said whilst taking his keys from his pocket. "Awe, but what if I wanted to ride with you?" Zach asked jokingly. "You are definitely not riding with me. I don't think I could handle you being in the same car with me. I'm pretty sure I'd throw you out the window after the fifth stupid joke," Caleb answered. His face was serious but his eyes were laughing. "You know you love my jokes." The boys laughed and Caleb walked around to the driver side of his truck. Vincent and Zach walked back to the black Jeep sitting behind his truck. He could hear them arguing over the type of music they would listen to. Zach stopped arguing when Vincent said with finality,"My car, my radio." Zach mumbled something about it not being fair but didn't try changing his mind. They climbed into the Jeep and followed Caleb. After he dropped off the package he had another mission to complete. He still needed to know her name.
Sorry it took so long, but here's chapter 2! ☺ Don't think he forgot about learning her name despite being preoccupied. What do you think of Vincent and Zach? Be sure to comment and hit that little star at the bottom of your screen!! 🤗 Follow me for a follow back. Love ya angels~Kelly