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“And you must be Nick,” I reply, moving closer to him.
“Pito told me about you. Thomas Malgeri’s son,” Nick says as he stretches his hand out for a shake.
“I'm just here for business. Let’s stick to that.” I shake his hand briefly.
“Straight to business. I like this one,’’ Nick smirks. “Come with me.”
We walk into the warehouse and Nick flicks the switch on. The room lights up with a single bulb hanging low in the center. The warehouse isn’t as big as my father’s. Huge boxes are arranged on the wooden cabinets. Nick takes down a box and reveals the content in it. A pile of books.
“Books?”
“Hol’ on a sec, bro.” He takes out the books in it and removes the newspaper stash to reveal Ziploc bags of coke underneath.
“A hundred more of this around here,” Nick says as he takes out a bag.
He unlocks the bag and opens it up for me to take a quick sniff test. I take a pinch of the coke and put it in my palm. I taste a bit and rub some on my gum. It has a tingling feeling in my mouth and numbs my tongue. I sniff in the rest, attempting to confirm if it’s the real deal. It gives me a sharp high.
“It’s good shit, man. I ain’t joking.”
“I need a bag to go test in my warehouse,” I say.
“Sure thing, brother.”
“Nick! Open the fucking door,” a voice yells from behind the door.
Nick jumps, startled, as he exchanges glances between me and the door. My hands instinctively reach for my gun.
“Who is that?”
“Christ, I’m fucking dead!”
I slip out my gun, hearing the bang on the door again.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, Nick,” the voice says.
“Who the fuck is that?” I ask again, angrily.
“The fucking Hertz brothers. They run this area. Drugs, arms, they are your guys.”
He brings out a pistol and sets it. “They think I’m trying to ruin their business,” he adds.
The door takes in a few more hits, followed by bullet shots, causing it to fall miserably to the ground.
Two guys in black shorts and singlets begin to shoot the warehouse randomly.
Bullets fly in the air like fucking birds as Nick and I try to take cover. They put holes in the boxes, destroying everything.
“Come out, you fuck head,” the guy in the middle says. He looks like their leader, with a tattooed face. He raises a finger, and the two others stop shooting.
“I just want to have some words with you, Nick. Don’t make me come find you.”
We are hiding behind a cabinet at the far end.
“I’m losing my patience, Nick.”
“I’m here,” Nick says, standing to his feet against my orders.
“You don’t have to shoot,” Nick adds.
