Julia has lived on Nova Island for six years. After the trauma she experienced there, she decided to go home. It's been ten years since her last visit to the small seaside town. She didn't expect to see her arch-enemy sitting in her parents' living...
Bringing the cigar to my lips and sucking it in. Holding it in for a moment, and then breathe it out.
I need this after all the stress of being the boss of incompetent people.
John called me this morning, telling me that the FBI searched the main warehouse where I store the stash of heroin. The shipment was still on the boat, and the FBI found nothing during the initial search.
Now, they're close to busting me, and I have to be a lot smarter in the future, or everything I've worked so hard for will crumble.
The door to my office opens, and my right-hand man walks into it. He walks straight to my liquor cabinet and pours himself a Jack Daniels. Walking over to my table, he sits opposite me. "Hey, Boss. The new shipment is going to the secret warehouse. We'll catch the one that leaked us to the Feds."
A smile spreads across my face. "I already know who did, and I'm going to take care of that person."
"Who was it, Sir?"
"You'll find out just like everyone else." My phone starts to ring, and I look at the caller ID and see 'Collin's' on the screen.
What does the correctional officer want? I haven't heard from him in a while, and I thought somebody had taken care of Kevin Harris.
Me: Hello, Collins. What do you want?
Collins: You told me to call you if Kevin has any visitors. Well, he's going to have one tomorrow.
Me: Who's the visitor?
Collins: Julia Harris.
Me: Fuck, I'm quiet for a moment. Collins, I'm going to send people over tomorrow. Call me when she gets there.
Collins: Yes, boss.
Me: And make sure no one reveals their true identity to her.
Collins: Yes, Boss.
Me: If Kevin steps out of line, I want you to punish him. He can't reveal too much of what's going on. If he does, we have to kill Julia, too, and that will be a shame.
Damn, that girl is going to ruin all my plans by going into the prison.
Kevin is known to have a big mouth, and when he sees his niece, he's going to open it and tell her things that I don't need her to know.
Looking at my right-hand man, I say. "Tomorrow, I need you to go to Twin Towers Correctional Facilitates. Julia Harris will be there, and I need you to ensure she doesn't leave with information about us."
"Do you think she's going to find out?"
"I don't know." I rub my neck with my hands. "If she does, things won't end well for us. We have to get someone close to them while they're talking. If she finds out, we must take care of her."
"You mean kill her?"
"Yes," I said, putting my cigar out in the glass bowl on my table. Walking over to the alcohol cabinet, I poured myself a drink.
He looks down at the glass. "I don't think I'd be able to kill Julia. It's not something I want to do."
"Okay," I say, turning towards him. I'll have to send someone else to do the job." I walk back to my desk and go through my phone until I find someone who can do the job for me.
I stop at Darius and put the phone on the loudspeaker as I call him.
The phone rings a couple of times before he answers.
Darius: Hello, this is Darius.
Me: Hey, Darius. It's Boss. I have a job for you.
Darius: It's been a while since you needed me. I thought you'd be out of business.
Me: Nah, the business is doing great. I need your help with something.
Darius: Sure, Boss. It would be great to work with you again.
Me: please go to Twin Towers Correctional Facilitates. There will be a girl there. I'll send you a photo of who I want you to keep an eye on.
Darius: Yes, Sir. I look forward to further instructions from you.
I hang up the phone and sit back in my chair. "I need you to go to the secret warehouse and ensure it's not compromised. I can't have the FBI sticking their nose into my business."
"Yes, Sir." He stands up and walks to the door. Before he walks out, he says. "I'll check the surrounding areas. To make sure that no one is close to it."
"Thanks," I spin around in my chair and look out the window. I hear the door close, and I'm alone in the room.
There's a knock on the door, and I say. "Come in."
The door opens, and one of my men enters the room. "Sir, I found someone looking into Midnight Express. What do you want me to do?"
"Look for the IP address and follow up on the lead. Keep me up to date with what you find. Then I'll give you further instructions on what to do with what you've found out."
"Yes, Sir. My wife asked if you would like to have dinner with us tonight. Her sister will be there too. I know you've been trying to overcome the woman who broke your heart."
I usually don't spend time with my men's families, but going somewhere for the night will make me feel better and distract me from Julia's trip to the prison tomorrow.
"I'll be there. What time?"
"Seven, you don't have to bring anything." He walks out the door and closes it behind him.
Walking over to the cabinet, I grab a bottle of my best champagne and bourbon. Grabbing a box, I put them inside and placed them on the table.
I grab my gun off the table and put it in the holster under my suit jacket. I head to the door and lock it before I leave the office.
As I left the house, my men said goodbye to me. When I got to the front door, I saw my car parked in the driveway, and the door was open for me.
Paul, my driver, looks at me and says. "Do you need me to drive you?"
I shake my head. "No, thanks. I'm sure no one after me at the dinner I'm going to."
"The keys are in the car. Have a good night, Boss."
"You too, Paul. I'll see you at eight tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Sir." He walks over to his white sedan and pulls away from the house.
I climb into my Mazda MX 5 2019 model, start the engine, and pull away from the house.
At the end of the driveway, I stop at the gate and wait for one of the men to open it. Once the gate is open, I will drive out of it.
Pulling onto the road, I head toward the house where I'm having dinner.
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