His Possession

Chapter Thirty-Nine:

LUCA'S POINT OF VIEW:

I felt the SUV pull onto the dirt road of the trade area, and knew that it was time. My stomach twisted up in an unnatural way, and I felt sick to my stomach. What was going on with me? I was never this nervous for a trade before.

My father's words flashed through my mind. Don't fuck this up, Luca. He is a close and personal friend. His emailed read that today, and I tried to ignore it. He didn't mean anything to me. He was a monster.

The car came to a stop suddenly and the men began climbing out. I glanced out the window and noticed that Dominique was standing by his car with multiple men around him carrying briefcases. At least he brought the cash. I thought optimistically and climbed out after my men.

I walked over to Dominique, the gravel crunching and shifting beneath my feet. He removed his sunglasses and flashed me a smile, showing off his yellowing teeth. "Luca! My boy!" He outstretched his arms, while I went in for a simple handshake. "I haven't seen you since you were a boy!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug. I flinched, and barely returned the gesture.

"Yes, it's been awhile hasn't it? It's good to see you." I scanned my eyes over his fattening body. He wore a suit with a few of the buttons undone, showing off his thick chest hair. His stomach pilled over his belt and he seemed to be balding at the top of his head. His face was rounder as well, and he looked to be aging not so well. I hope I didn't age the same way.

"You have the stuff? I heard it's the best in all of LA." His hands greedily pulled away from me and he glanced back over to my men who opened the truck of the car. I nodded in agreement and led him over to the trunk.

I extended my arm and glanced down at the wrapped white blocks of cocaine. "It's been tested to be ninety-seven precent." I nodded as his hands picked up a block and raised it to his nose. His eyes shut momentarily and he smiled.

"Perfect." He placed it back down into the trunk and smiled at me. He turned away from me again and waved his men over, causing them to follow his order and saunter over to me. I watched as they pulled open their briefcases that were handcuffed to their wrists. I watched as a piled of neatly stacked money came into view. "One point two million, all here." He glanced back over at me with a sly smile.

My smile dropped slightly, "One point two million? There's ten pounds here." I replied in a flat tone. "Two hundred grand per pound, that was the deal." I watched as his face contorted up in confusion.

"Your father told me otherwise." He looked over at his men who closed their cases up.

I reached down and picked up a brick. "This is the purest shit in all of LA." I shook it lightly and then tossed it back into the trunk of the car. "One point two million is only enough for six pounds." I stated in a matter of fact tone. "Ten pounds is two million flat." His eyebrows pulled down into a frown.

He stepped back from me slightly, "Your father said one hundred and twenty thousand per pound." I cursed in my head as his eyes narrowed onto mine. I considered his offer, causing my lips to pull down into a frown. Each pound sold for two hundred thousand. No less. Ten pounds would be two million, not one point two.

"For a family friend.. of course.." I muttered and stepped aside for him to take the product. His eyes twitched with amusement as I was completely fucked over by my father. Feeling angry, I balled up my fists and watched as his men un-cuffed the cases and handed them over to my own men.

I rubbed my eyes in annoyance, feeling Dominique's hand rest on my shoulder. "Good boy, Luca." I felt the rage bubble through my skin at his words and responded with a fake smile. I couldn't kill him, or my father would most certainly kill me. I thought hopelessly. I had to play it cool. I didn't want this to end up in a shoot out. "I'll even throw in an extra two hundred thousand since you've been so kind." His eyes held amusement and he looked over to a man who held another briefcase by the car, signalling for him to come over.