Your Big Mistake

I have never been able to control my temper; it is just one of those things that Hunter King cannot do. Now, I find myself furious and pissed off at Antoni. If there is one thing that I cannot stand, it is a man that makes a ripple in my pond. You do not take my shit and get away with it.

Now I cannot just kill a man because he does not know how to keep his greedy fingers to himself. But, I am not going to sit back and wait for Antoni to do it again. I will, and at this very moment, I am on my way to try and express to him what a big mistake he has made.

Am I being reckless? Yes, of course, there is no reasoning with me when I find myself when I am boiling over from anger. I know that it would have been a fairly good idea to have brought Mason with me, but I was too one-tracked-minded to make a sensible decision.

So it is with great confidence but a nagging voice in the back of my head that I find myself driving to Antoni’s Mansion. The man has a rather impressive group of bodyguards and security forces on his ground; I am making a very bold and risky move here.

I can easily lose my life for doing what I am set to do. As I look at myself in the rearview mirror, I can see eyes that are burning with fury. Hunter King does not feel fear; I will claim what is mine today. So, I flip my sunglasses down and hide the eyes that wish to deceive me. The only one that shall feel deception will be Antoni.

And it is in his very driveway that I am now pulling up my car. I can see from ahead and the farside west, there are already several of his crew coming towards me. I have officially been seen; it is yet to establish if they know who I am.

That is very soon confirmed as I watch him exit through the front door. The man must be truly stupid just to walk out like that in the open; it will take me only but five seconds to take him out and have my ass out that gate again. Now, that does sound like a plan, but I shall rather settle this like the gentleman that we both claim we are.

It is with very careful but still somewhat hesitant steps that I bring the car to a stop right in front of his door. I give myself a quick once-over glance in the rearview mirror again and exit the car. It is within only but a second, and I have at least seven men surrounding me with rather intimidating guns. Well, fuck them, my gun is bigger.

So as I push through the crowd of men, I finally get in view of Antoni and let me tell you, the man is not happy to see me.

“What is it that I can help you with, King? You are very brave to show your face on my territory.”

“Antoni, we both know this was mine first until that woman that you call your mother snaked it away from my father.”

I watch as he furrows his brows and adjusts his pants where I am assuming he is hiding his gun, “Did you come here to insult my mother?”

“No, I came here to talk to you man-to-man about your intentions with returning my container.”

He bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter that only but winds me up again, yet, I let it go and wait for him to get whatever he seems to find so amusing of his chest.

Then he continues, “Yes, about that. It was so kind of you to have it lying around.”

Something in me snaps, and I am on the edge of falling into that abyss of anger, but I compose myself and continue to answer, “It is not your property, and we both know that you intercepted it before it got to my warehouse.”

“Well, then, consider it as mine.”

I only take but a deep breath and count from three…two… one, “Can we discuss this like civilized men in your home. I do not wish to stand and have an argument with you on your doorstep.”

He reluctantly shows for me to enter, taking me through one rather big and lavish lounge furnished in all but white. Well, that is truly the dullest thing I have ever seen and rather sore on the eye. Yet, the bar where we find our final destination does get more than one glance from me. The man does have one impressive collection of whiskey.

And so he offers, and I will humbly accept in the hope that he will not be poisoning me today. Once we both have a chilled glass in hand, we take a seat opposite each other.

“So,” he begins. “Let me get this straight. You have a nerve showing your face here, and you wish to discuss with me to return something that is mine to you.”

“Well, if you have to put it so pleasantly. Yes. I am here to tell you that you cannot take my shit.”

I watch as there is a flare-up of what I can only assume is irritation and maybe a bit of anger on his face. “You are telling me?”

“Yes, Antoni, that is what I said. I firmly advise you to consider what I ask.”

Now, if I thought that talking to him like a gentleman is going to get me anywhere, I am sadly mistaken, for he immediately takes a hostile stance. I guess that we have come to that point where things are now going to become ugly.

“King, you can screw yourself. It belongs to me now.”

“Well, Antoni, you can go fuck yourself. I am getting that container back.”

He smirks at me as he tosses his shot of whiskey to the back of his throat, “That is not going to happen.”

“I am afraid that it is.”

“I truly think you can take it away from me? Now your pretty little head can forget about it. You know how it works. If you truly wish to start a war, I beg for you to go ahead with your threats.”

“I don’t think Antoni. I know.” I take a sip of the chilled whiskey and place my glass on the table. “I am telling you that you will return my property.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you will see what happens.”

He stands up to fetch the bottle of whiskey and pour us both another shot; while he is away from the table, I slip my hands into the back of my pants and grip firmly onto my gun. Just before he makes his way back, I slide it and place it under my jacket that is lying next to me on the table.

As he sits down, I can see that his face has grown with more anger than it held before. Well, I guess he cannot control his either, and mine is just about to snap. But I am not here to cause a problem, and most of all not even start one, though as he continues.

“This is how it is going to work, King. What I took is mine now. So you can kindly go and fuck yourself.”

And that is me; all restraint that I was holding together rips loose by the seams, “We will see about that.”

And in an instant, I have slipped my hand underneath my jacket and am holding a Ruger firmly pointed at Antoni’s face. Yes, perhaps I lied. I came here with the full intention to show him that I mean what I am saying. And it gives me great satisfaction to see the terror that has now crept into his eyes. But it is only short-lived, for next, I have three of his bodyguards coming towards the table.

“If I were you,” I turn to face them one by one, “You would not come any closer. I will blow his fucking brains on this table before you even blink an inch of a second.”

Then after what seems a good five minutes, Antoni finds his voice to speak again, “You are playing a dangerous game, King.”

“Nobody touches my shit. Least of all you. Now,” I lift my gun but an inch higher to line it perfectly with his temple, “You will return it before this day is over.”

“You,” in what seems to be a very slow five seconds, Antoni reaches for his own piece and aims it straight at my forehead, hoping to catch me fumble, yet he does not know that I am far fucking better than he is. As he sees that I am not moving, he starts to speak again, “You have made a big mistake coming here.”

“No,” I shake my head at him and raise my voice. “You have made a mistake not taking what I have asked you into consideration.”

I keep eyes level and stare him down, waiting for him to falter, though he holds his gun firmly, so I only but take mine and move it to him even closer. It seems that only one of us will see the end of the day. I have taken that step and walked straight over that line without even blinking. I have said this before, and I will continue to repeat it. Nobody fucks with Hunter King.

And perhaps I should repeat it to this man that seems to be as thick as a fucking doornail, “I am not asking you again, Sloane. I need for you to return it.”

Then there is a shatter as the glass tumbles to the floor. I watch as Antoni rise from his seat, and from behind him, his bodyguards come closer. I am completely outnumbered. But it does not stop me from rising and take a firm stance.

“You are not leaving alive here. You just made your biggest mistake.”