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I walk out of the room with my guns as a few other men enter to meet with Beppe. He hands them their guns.
I stroll back to my office, momentarily spotting Daniel talking to one of the men. It’s a rough night.
Daniel could be right and this would be all for nothing. I’ll have Adriana begging me to have a bullet in her head if this turns out to be a fucking trap.
It’s a few minutes past midnight. I dial her number again. Her phone rings with no answer.
“Ale! They are here,” Daniel yells from behind the door.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I set my phone on the wooden table.
Gunshot sounds fly in the air almost immediately. Screams follow.
I hurriedly exit the office to meet Beppe, who is heading outside. He has two machine guns in his hands.
“You should stay here and let us handle the situation outside,” Beppe says.
I nod, holding tightly to the gun. Beppe disappears from inside the warehouse to outside.
Slowly growing anxious as I pace the room, waiting for either Daniel or Beppe to walk back into the warehouse. I lose track of time as I end the wait, barging out the door of the warehouse.
I’m met by heavy fire, with dead and wounded men surrounding the warehouse. I recognize the men on the ground. My men.
Fuck!
We are getting overpowered as I spot Beppe and ten men on the other side, trying to hold off men larger in numbers.
Blood splatters in the air as a bullet winces through the air and meets the arm of the guard in front of me. He yells in pain but continues shooting randomly. Another bullet knocks him dead as it pierces through his head.
I drag the body with one arm as a shield to stop the bullets shot in my direction. I pull the trigger with the other. The bullet meets the shooter in the chest and sends him down in his own blood.
I let go of the body, taking cover beside a truck. Two dead men are in the trunk of the truck.
The thought of Gustavo’s men overpowering us fucking pisses me off. It’ll make me look weak. Where the fuck are the others?
I continue shooting at Gustavo’s men, who will be invading the warehouse any moment now.
My men take the most hits, with their bodies littered on the ground and leaving the warehouse vulnerable.
I kill three of Gustavo’s men, sending bullets through their fucking brains. My wounded arm still hurts.
I take out the pistol from my back pocket, using both arms now as the men draw closer.
Daniel runs in the midst of a fire exchange to meet me by the truck. His shirt is stained with blood. I glare at him, concerned, as he takes a shot at our enemies.
“Not mine,” he grunts, pulling the trigger again.
“Where the fuck are the others?”
We take turns shooting in different directions, taking out Gustavo’s men.
“I have no fucking idea.”
A sharp gurgle escapes from the lips of one of Gustavo’s men as I send a bullet through his mouth. His remaining flesh flutters in the air, with blood splattering profusely.
“We are losing men. We have to leave Ale,” Daniel suggests. He makes a perfect target and shoots one in the head.
“What about Beppe?” I ask.
