Chapter 15

 

Pistol Pete

Pistol Pete sat behind the wheel cruising through the city while Eric sat in the backseat staring blankly out the window. He knew that Eric had a lot on his plate being the man in charge. Now that Eric was the boss, Pistol Pete knew there would be a lot of people gunning for him and it was his job to keep Eric safe. He had promised Millie that he would protect Eric with his life and that’s just what he planned on doing. Pistol Pete pulled into the warehouse and immediately saw Jimmy, Mike, and the rest of the crew standing around. In the center of the warehouse, sat a man tied down to a chair. Pistol Pete placed the gear in park as him and Eric stepped out.

Eric stepped out the truck with an aggravated look on his face. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

“This the motherfucker right here that gave those Columbian fucks the code to your front gate,” Jimmy said as he slapped the man in the back of the head.

Eric looked down and realized that the man tied down to the chair was none other than one of the security guard’s he had hired to guard the property. Eric pulled his 9mm from his waistband.

“Please don’t do this. They told me if I didn’t give up the code they were going to kill my whole family!” The former security guard said in a frantic tone. “I swear to god you know I would never...”

Blocka!

Eric watched as the man’s brains popped out the back of his skull, then holstered his gun as if nothing had never happened. “Get someone to clean this shit up.”

“What now?” Pistol Pete asked. He knew that it wouldn’t be long until the next wave of Columbian hitmen came through looking for fresh blood.

“I heard of a crazy assassin out in Miami that calls himself, The Black Dragon,” Eric said. “I’m going to head out there and see if I can hire him, we’ll see how Chico likes it when he sees his loved ones get gunned down.”

“Fuck his loved ones!” Jimmy snapped. “We need to hit Chico and let all those Columbian fucks know that we not fucking around.”

“If we hit Chico, it’ll be an ongoing war between us forever,” Eric explained. “But if we take out his loved ones, one by one he’ll have no choice but to end this.”

“Sounds pretty risky.” Pistol Pete said. Killing a cartel leader’s family sounded like a death trap.

“You got a better idea?” Eric asked looking around. “I didn’t think so,” he continued. “I need everyone to lay low for about two weeks get out of town and just stay out of site while this hit man does what he has to do.”

“Sorry but I’m not going to be able to take that type of time off,” Mike said speaking for the first time. “My boss just told me he’s going to need me all week.”

“Strap up the best you can and try to keep your head up and your eyes open at all times.” Eric warned as he gave Mike a hug.

“What about, Jack?” Jimmy asked. He was still mad that he had let Jack slip through the cracks the last time he had bumped into him.

“Jack is going to have to wait until this, Chico issue is resolved,” Eric told him. “Right now I just want you and Murder to get out of town for two weeks and whatever you do stay off the radar. You already know cops will be out looking for us to question us about all the murders at the mansion I already have Mr. Goldberg working on that now. We’ll deal with all that when I get back.”