Chapter 24

 

Eric

Eric sat on the jet with his eyes closed but he wasn’t sleep. No way could he sleep at a time like this. He had no idea what to expect with this meeting between him and The Black Dragon. This guy was supposed to be the best at what he does and if that were true, then this mission would be money well spent. Eric couldn’t wait to finally end this silly war and get back to making money because at the end of the day, that’s what it was all about. Every time, Eric tried to go to sleep, his mind started thinking about Kelly. He had been trying to call her for the last few hours but every time he called, it went straight to voicemail. Eric knew he was in a dangerous business, a business that on any given day, he could end up with a bullet in the back of his head and it wasn’t fair to ask Kelly to fuck up her life just because of him. A part of him understood why she was ignoring his calls. Eric tried to put himself in Kelly’s shoes and see where he was coming from.

“You alright over there?” Pistol Pete asked. He could tell that Eric wasn’t asleep.

“Yeah, I’m good just got a lot on my mind,” Eric admitted. Being the boss was a job that required his immediate attention all the time it was starting to feel like he never had any time for himself anymore or his personal life. If he could go back in time and change things back to the way that they used to be, he would do it in a flash.

“Once we holla at, The Black Dragon and get Chico off our backs things will go back to normal,” Pistol Pete told him. He had no idea how things were going to play out. All Pistol Pete could do was keep his fingers crossed.

Eric and Pistol Pete stepped off the jet and into the tinted out truck that awaited them. “When we get there make sure you watch my back this guy is supposed to be the real deal.” Eric had been responding back and forth with the assassin over email but for some reason, The Black Dragon refused to use a phone so it was kind of as if they were going into the situation blindly.

Pistol Pete nodded his head. “I got you.”

Twenty minutes later the truck pulled up in front of a nice looking building. Eric read the numbers on the front of the building and looked at Pistol Pete. “Yeah this the right building.” The two men entered the building and pushed the call button for the elevator. When the elevator arrived, both men stepped on with nervous looks on their faces not because they were scared but because they didn’t know what to expect. Eric stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall until they reached the apartment they were looking for. Eric took a deep breath, raised his fist, and knocked on the door. He waited a few seconds before he knocked again. Eric went to knock on the door again, when the apartment behind him door swung open. Eric and Pistol Pete spun around to find themselves looking down the barrel of two silenced guns.

A dark skin fit man dressed in a snug fitting black uniform stood with a silenced gun in each hand. “Who the fuck are ya’ll?”