Kill or be killed

We meet again.

I loaded the drugs in the SUV and sat down.
Thought it would be usefully to bring Sanchez..don't really know why though.

He sat in the car and I chucked the bag at his lap.

"Ow!"
A loud groan had left Sanchez making me snap my head towards him.

"stop whining unless you want me to chuck a brick at you"
He rolled his eyes making me furrow my brows.
Where the hell did this attitude come from.

He started to look out the window, completely ignoring me.
"Listen here Sanchez. I don't know who told you it was okay to bring this attitude, but you better get rid of it if you don't want your head ripped off!"
I snapped at him starting the car.

He gulped tightly gripping the bag in his sweaty hands.
"Why don't you get someone else to drive. Like your own personal driver"
He asked curiously facing me.

"I don't need one. I can drive on my own. We have one..... but I killed him because he pissed me off"
I lied, but I didn't expect him to actually believe it.
How on earth is he going to survive without me.

After a long annoying drive, due Sanchez asking so many questions we finally arrived.

I was about to start the car when suddenly two guards knocked on the window telling me to stop.
One of them came towards the window and knocked on it.
Not breaking eyes contact with the guard I told Sanchez what to do just in case something bad happens.

"Sanchez, don't look worried just keep calm and keep the bag in your grip"

Rolling down the window i kept a frown while glaring at the guard.

"What?"
I asked.
He looked at me then looked over to Sanchez. I did the same, however he looked like he was about to piss himself.

Fuck sakes..

"What's in the bag?"
He asked, his Italian accent popping out.

"it's jus-"
Before I finished he cut me off. "I asked him not you"
My face twitched at him before I looked over at Sanchez

"Well.."
Sanchez said as he visibly gulped.

While Sanchez struggled to form a answer I started thinking.

Since when did the Casino have Italian Guards?
It was always Cuban..
And without me knowing?
All the guards were either sent by me or by the owner.
The owner and me share half of it so what ever goes on I'll always be the first to know.

So who are these people?

I suddenly got out of the car slamming the door shut feeling anger building up inside of me.
The guard in front walked back in confusion as I inched closer to him.

He tried to raise his gun but I was faster.
Grabbing him by the neck I pushed him to the nearest wall.

"Who the fuck are you?"
I asked glaring in his eyes.

His face didn't change, he just stared at me blankly.

The other one came towards me but I put my gun out facing it towards him, not breaking eye contact or taking my hand away from this assholes neck.

"Who sent you?"
I asked again.
My hand was squeezing his neck second by second out of pure annoyance.

And silence was all I was met with.
Groaning, I took the butt of my gun and whacked him harshly with it causing him to pass out.

The other guy was about to shoot but I pressed the gun against the unconscious ones head.

"Drop it"