Wade braced himself for a profound grilling session. He was sure that the Captain was going to vent on him for a while before finally giving him a pat on the back for pulling off the impossible. As he walked to the office, he received congratulations from his colleagues. Some of them even stood up and high-fived him. Some gave him envious side glances. They all knew how big of a fish Dominic Carter was. Nailing him was a ticket to instant fame and promotion. Wade didn't bother knocking on the office door and barged right in with an expecting smirk. Clifford was glaring right into his eyes when Wade entered. It shocked him a bit. The man looked genuinely pissed. A part of him looked anxious. He was pacing inside the room. Wade had never seen Clifford so on edge before. His smirk disappeared. “What the fuck were you thinking, Johnson?!” Captain Clifford yelled as soon as the door had been locked behind Wade. “Going behind my back and fucking everything up! Did I or did I not personally
Wade had been in the bar to forget his worries, not add to them. He had the hunch that Clifford wasn't there to console him. He was sure that the man’s presence in the bar was a bad omen. The revelation left him speechless. The effects of the whisky faded and he was wide awake. The bartender arrived with Wade’s drinks and placed the glass in front of him. Wade didn't acknowledge it. He just stared at Clifford, wondering how he had managed to fall into that pit of hell. The image of Dominic’s knowing grin appeared in front of his eyes, mocking him out of sanity. Wade needed a gallon of alcohol within a minute to forget that image. He punched the table in rage and stood up from the bar stool. The noise attracted a few curious glances but Wade was back to being the unnoticed alcoholic that he was a minute ago. He was panting with his head down and his eyes closed. Captain Clifford watched him closely. Wade shook his head and came back to his senses. “How? How the fuck did that happen?”
The kill had gone unnoticed. The one on the roof was the biggest threat. He had eyes on the one on the ground. Wade looked for something to climb the wall and found a drum that was enough to help him. He silently climbed the drum. The mercenary with the binoculars was a sitting duck. Wade had his crosshairs on that oblivious mercenary’s head. All Wade had to do was to wait for the mercenary on the ground to walk to a safe distance before putting a hole in him. And he did. The sound from the gun was nothing more than a hiss and the impact made a faint splattering sound. It was a walk in the park for him now. There was only one adversary left and Wade had the high ground. The mercenary received a five bullet burst aimed at his head and he fell. It was almost poetic how three lives were taken yet nothing had changed. The rain poured on and Wade looked for any sign of movement around him. There was nothing but the violent splashing of water and roars of thunder. Wade climbed down from th
The present day…Hugo and Juan stood inside the murky room above the strip club that smelled of sweat and cheap beer. Vladimir was sitting in his underwear, pondering his options. The idea of crossing Volkov was nothing short of disastrous but in the absence of any healthier alternatives, Vladimir agreed to side with Hugo. He grimly nodded his head and stood up. “Come with me,” Vladimir said and put his pants back on. He led them out of the room and they gladly followed. He caught Boris out cold on the ground and sighed. “This suka cost me eighty grand. Talk about clickbait,” Vladimir snorted and walked to the metal staircase. Hugo didn't expect him to do something as petty as making a run for it or screaming for help. When you rise through the ranks in the world of crime, you adhere to a different code. The higher you get, the more grace is expected from you, up to the point that the bosses were expected to die with a fat cigar hanging from their lips rather than bullet holes in t
Back in Palomino, Present day…The night was quiet in Palomino, Colombia. It was past the general population’s bed time. Michelle’s roofless car emerged from the darkness and approached her plaza. Her mood was of indifference. She had been partying hard like she always did but it wasn't giving her the same kicks as it used to. The blinding lights and the deafening music of the club wasn't doing anything for her. There were no more hookups. Hordes of men swarmed her like zombies the moment she entered the club wearing her overpriced dresses. They were barely dresses. They were walking thirst traps and they always delivered. Tons of men who were neck deep in debt just to look wealthy, tried their luck with her. She made them pay for every second of her time. She made them order the most expensive wines. They regretted ever looking her way. If they were good enough for her, they could get some action in return. Either way, Michelle returned satisfied. But since Hugo had left for the US,
In Nebraska, present day…Adam was sitting in the bedroom with Jessica and kept an eye on her. Her screams still echoed in his ears, threatening his sanity. They were straight out of hell. He shuddered at the thought of what she felt that made her scream like that. He knew that he was better off not knowing too much about her past. Jessica seemed at peace as she slept like a baby. Adam felt like he had lost his sleep for a week. There was nothing notable from Jessica other than an odd groan or a frown. Adam felt himself dozing off on the chair when his phone buzzed. He checked and it was a call from Simon. He got to his feet and carefully stepped outside the room. He slowly clicked the door closed and answered the call. “Hey, Adam! How’s it going?” Simon spoke up as soon as the call connected. Adam tried his best to put up his ever smiling persona. “Hi, Mr Col… I mean, Simon. All’s good and how are you?” Adam managed to say. “Peace here too. Hey listen, I made some calls and called
The revelations all the way from New Mexico threw Wade into a never ending spiral filled with hate. He was familiar with that dark place. Another outsider armed with blood money had entered his territory. He knew from experience that nothing good was going to come out of it. Wolves don't visit stranger territory for a picnic. It was going to be a bloodbath and Wade was well aware that it had already been started. Hugo Ortiz was a Cartel boss. Wherever he decided to set his foot, his word became law. His enemies had a bad habit of disappearing without a trace. Only a few resurfaced as an example of what not to do. Carl kept driving. They were headed to the intersection without any definite plan of action. Carl kept eyeing Wade in the mirror for any instructions. Wade was in deep thought. “Do we know of any businesses being run by Colombians around here?” Wade asked without taking his eyes off the window. “Not that we’re certain of. There are some shops in the area that are run by Lat
There weren't many patrons inside the club and it made the detective wonder why the bouncer was stopping the new entries. It was all as it should be in a strip club. The patrons were drooling over the strippers clinging onto the poles. Carl was nowhere to be seen. Wade was exhausted. He decided to take a seat at the bar. The bartender was polishing a glass like he expected a genie to come out of it. He approached Wade with a welcoming gaze. “What’s it gonna be, officer?” The bartender asked and Wade frowned. He was in his casual outfit and his badge was hidden inside his jacket. Was his grumpy face that much of a dead giveaway?“The Zombie, please,” Wade requested. The bartender gave him a troubled look and nodded. “Got something to forget, dear?” A seductive female voice rang out from his right. He looked in the direction of the voice and found a pretty looking stripper sitting a barstool away from him. The lady was darker in skin tone and was wearing a seductive red dress. Her hai