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I can’t have one moment of silence to think with him. It takes years of practice to be able to tune out his voice and focus on thinking over the possible ways this deal could go wrong.

Experience has taught me a lot of things, and this isn’t going to be my first business deal, and this is someone who had purchased guns from me before.

An old customer, but there is only a flatline of wary there as no one is truly trustworthy on the streets. And for someone who has the ability to buy five-hundred automatic rifles, he’s not a small fry.

A rundown and dirty warehouse is where we park and get out. We’re greeted with goons who had their arms crossed, showing their gang’s insignia proudly.

That’s an amateur move. They wouldn’t be able to defend themselves when I pull out my gun; they would be dead in a matter of seconds.

The big boss comes, asshole-sunglasses blocking the sun from his eyes. He greets me as if we’re good friends, but I remain impassive as he pops the trunk of the car while my men just arrive with a large truck—an eighteen-wheeler truck.

The side had a bakery logo on it, but it’s bogus, and the shop doesn’t exist. Two of my men open the back of the large truck, and there are crates of weapons inside.

I climb into the truck, and the other boss follows me to inspect his merchandise for authenticity's sake. We don’t speak more than a few words, and when he takes one rifle out, I watch carefully to make sure he doesn’t do anything funny.

He turns to his men and nods at them; two of them part ways for Tito to check the money. When he gives the nod to me, the deal is set and done.

The man leaves first, and I jump down after him, pulling on the latch to close it with ease. Two of his men climb into the truck, and Tito takes the case of one and a half million dollars to our car.

“Ah, a word to the wise,” the man says, stopping at a short distance from me. “Xavier seems to be a little too friendly with the police.”

Xavier is Javier’s brother. Who the hell knows if he’s older or the younger one, but he took over his brother’s position in the drug-running business. Xavier doesn’t seem to care that his brother is missing and very dead.

“Consider this piece of information a token of our long business partnership.” He waves his sunglasses over his shoulder.

Xavier can do whatever the hell he wants with the police, but I will break his neck if he brings those government morons into my terrain. Our businesses don’t mix because I do not allow my men to do drugs; running a gun business requires every intellectual brain cell to function at their best.

“Good news, boss.” Tito strolls up to me with his hands in his pocket. “Words just got back to me; Xavier is in bed with a woman named Jessabelle. Ring a bell?”

I really hope that the woman was only a dumbass who needs something to ward off her boredom after her money had been spent on other things.

“It’s the same woman that has been seen in Granny-Dorothy’s shop,” Tito remarks. “What a connection, but Xavier, though? Really? Jesus Christ, what the hell?”

He is echoing my thoughts on that matter. I don’t want to get involved with Xavier’s drug business, but this Jessabelle woman is the link between him and Coco, which automatically brings me into the mess.

I got rid of Coco’s dilemma with Javier. Her mother’s drug debts should not be Coco’s nightmare, but criminals don’t have sentimental thoughts as my Coco does. I eliminated one brother, and it seems that I will need to prepare another barrel of flesh-eating chemicals for the other brother.

It’s better to be safe than sorry.

Chapter Six

Coco

“Sit down, princess. We still need to talk.”

I plop my butt down on the couch, eyes following his bulky body moving towards me. “What do you want to talk about, Daddy?”

“You said you wanted to leave this place.” His words remind me of that time, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

I hastily try to explain. “I-I want to work somewhere else!”

He drops to his knees in front of the couch, and his massive height pulls him down to eye-level with me.

“Are you not happy here with me?” he asks.

My head whips around. “No, no! I’m really happy with Daddy—”

His dark eyes gleam; there’s a sneer on his lips with discontent wrapped around his face. “Then you have no reason to leave.”

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