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Story: Cruel Betrayals
No. He’s dealing with something more important.
More important than an understaffed shipyard when we are getting a shipment?
I’ll explain when you get here.
Spencer shows up and parks next to me.
“Where the hell is everyone?” He asks as he jogs over to me.
“No clue. Dad said a new guy was starting tonight, but he’s a no show.”
He raises an eyebrow. “He’s starting on a Thursday night?”
Brian gives Spencer a head nod. “Hey that’s what I said.”
The lights from the cargo ship illuminate the shipyard even more than the yellow hazed city provided lights do.
“Showtime.” I say before grabbing a pair of work gloves from the building.
Spencer and I get the cargo ship tied up while Brian gets the pallets unloaded.
“Are we doing a full inventory of the order?” Spencer asks, as Brian does circles around him in the forklift.
I roll my eyes. “That’s what the boss requested.”
As soon as I turn around, headlights turn into the shipyard.
Spencer points. “How many new guys were starting tonight?”
Turning around, I see three black Mercedes pull into the parking lot. “That’s Giuseppe and his men.”
Several more cars show up behind the three Mercedes.
Reaching into my waistband, I pull my gun out, but Rossi’s men already have guns on us.
“Shit.” Spencer whispers from beside me.
Giuseppe Rossi’s right hand man, Vincent, steps out of the last car. “Leave, and no one gets hurt.”
How the fuck did he know about this shipment? Did Dad know they were going to show up tonight?
I glance at Brian and Spencer. “Let’s go.”
“What?” they both say in unison.
“I said let’s go. We are severely outnumbered, and it’s not worth putting up a fight.”
Vincent cackles. “Smart man.”
I wait until Spencer and Brian leave before following them. I race home, ignoring the stop lights and speed limit signs.
By the time I get home, I’m raging. I slam the door behind me and yell, “Dad?”
“In here.” He calls from the kitchen.
“What the hell was the purpose of sending me to the shipyard if you knew they were coming?” I confront Dad.
“I didn’t know anyone was going to show up.” He is way too calm for his entire shipment to have just been stolen.
More important than an understaffed shipyard when we are getting a shipment?
I’ll explain when you get here.
Spencer shows up and parks next to me.
“Where the hell is everyone?” He asks as he jogs over to me.
“No clue. Dad said a new guy was starting tonight, but he’s a no show.”
He raises an eyebrow. “He’s starting on a Thursday night?”
Brian gives Spencer a head nod. “Hey that’s what I said.”
The lights from the cargo ship illuminate the shipyard even more than the yellow hazed city provided lights do.
“Showtime.” I say before grabbing a pair of work gloves from the building.
Spencer and I get the cargo ship tied up while Brian gets the pallets unloaded.
“Are we doing a full inventory of the order?” Spencer asks, as Brian does circles around him in the forklift.
I roll my eyes. “That’s what the boss requested.”
As soon as I turn around, headlights turn into the shipyard.
Spencer points. “How many new guys were starting tonight?”
Turning around, I see three black Mercedes pull into the parking lot. “That’s Giuseppe and his men.”
Several more cars show up behind the three Mercedes.
Reaching into my waistband, I pull my gun out, but Rossi’s men already have guns on us.
“Shit.” Spencer whispers from beside me.
Giuseppe Rossi’s right hand man, Vincent, steps out of the last car. “Leave, and no one gets hurt.”
How the fuck did he know about this shipment? Did Dad know they were going to show up tonight?
I glance at Brian and Spencer. “Let’s go.”
“What?” they both say in unison.
“I said let’s go. We are severely outnumbered, and it’s not worth putting up a fight.”
Vincent cackles. “Smart man.”
I wait until Spencer and Brian leave before following them. I race home, ignoring the stop lights and speed limit signs.
By the time I get home, I’m raging. I slam the door behind me and yell, “Dad?”
“In here.” He calls from the kitchen.
“What the hell was the purpose of sending me to the shipyard if you knew they were coming?” I confront Dad.
“I didn’t know anyone was going to show up.” He is way too calm for his entire shipment to have just been stolen.
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