He could feel the grip of his Glock pistol, which was securely fastened to his belt. He did not attempt to hide them. Everyone was well-equipped, which was understandable. As he entered the dimly lit storehouse, Leo took a step ahead of him and greeted warmly several men. They were surrounded by the cool, night air. He kept unflappable mannerisms while staying acutely aware of his surroundings. He didn't want to be here, and he should not have agreed to come at all.
"Let's just get this over with; I've already missed my wife," Mike stated solemnly.
"I'm sorry, Mike, but we won't be able to finish it that quickly," Leo replied.
Mike sighed, "I thought we had an agreement, Leo?"
"Where's your pretty little wife?" sneered a man in his twenties as he leaned over the hood of a car, arms crossed. His gaze was drawn to him, and he stared him down.
His eyes twinkled with uncertainty, and when he couldn't look at Mike anymore, he turned to Leo.
"F*ck, how did he find out about Denise?" Mike thought to himself.
"My name is Mike Murg—" he was about to say when that man cut him off.
"I already know you, well you don't know that you're so popular in the underground world? especially how you became so crazy in love with your little best friend dash your wife now. She seems so interesting since the Mighty Mikey fell in love with her," the man said as he crossed her arms as Mike looked across at all the men, eventually stopping when he reached the man.
"You'd be wise to keep your mouth shut about my wife, or I'll put the gun between your eyes," Mike growled deeply. The man spluttered, his eyes widening. He wasn't even engaged yet.
Another man intervened. "Mr. Murgoci, I apologize on behalf of my brother; I am Christian, and I am in charge." He wore a white outfit that was loosely tucked into his black trousers. He didn't give a damn about his appearance. Except for his brother, all eight of his men carried guns and gave sinister stares.
"Anyway, I didn't introduce myself yet; my name is Massimo," the man who he had previously despised said.
"I don't care who you are, I'm not interested in your sh*t name," Mike said, laughing at Leo's reaction.
"Hey bro, don't be so serious, he was just joking at you," Leo said, tapping Mike on the shoulder. Mike rolled his eyes at him, pointing out that he was wasting his time with them when he could be doing far more productive things with his wife.
"Well, Christian, if you don't mind, may I start the demonstration?" Mike asked, walking over to a large crate that a few of his men had brought in. He cast a glance at one of his men before looking down at the ground.
Just a few more minutes. A distraction tactic. Mike is capable of doing so.
He then managed to turn back to face Christian and his brother. Christian stood with his arms crossed, his brother staring at his phone more than anything.
"All my guns are designed with grade six metal and all weaponry is easily equipped. Gun that only has to be shot once. Is it safer to be feared or treated with dignity and respect? I say is it too much to ask for both?" He said as he took down a large gun from one case.
"As you can see, it has a range proficient of seeing as far as eighty meters, a gamma-ray for battle tactics, and it can be broken down into four parts," Mike explained as he continued to look through the graze and start firing the concrete wall behind Christian.
The only sound heard was the explosion of the bottom ash concrete block exploding as the bullet struck it. "Imagine your enemies not realizing they were being fired at until it was too late, far too late," Mike proudly stated.
Christian turned to see the gaping hole in the wall and marveled at the small amount of smoke that had been left behind. He was astounded at how easily the bricks crumbled while Christian thought the weapon would soon be his.
"Well sh*t that was amazing," Miguel exclaimed, running his hand through his overly gelled hair, revealing his bald spot. "How much?" Christian asked, cutting to the chase.
Mike then smirked as Ronnie walked over to him and whispered something to him. He then noticed that Leo had quietly exited the building. He then returned the gun to its foam padding case and closed the case clips.
He turned around and scooted casually on a case shored up on a table. He couldn't help but smug grin when he saw Christian. "Well, here's the settlement, Christian. I have no plans to sell you anything because I already know everything about you. What do you do? Killing innocent people, capable of degrading women, embezzle from the poor, and that's not even mentioning the hoodwinked mafia group," he snarled.
Mike then stood up straight and took a cigarette from his pocket. He lit his lighter and breathed the smoke after clicking it. He exhaled as he watched the smokey wisps vanish into the wintry air.
"It's bad for business, Christian, I'm sure you can understand that," Mike added, using his name on purpose. Christian's face turned into an ugly frown, and his brother joined him, finally interested in something other than his mobile. The illogical man.
Mike smirked grimly, "Don't handle things like you're any stronger Christian." His guards' chuckles and giggles overtaken the deafening quietness. They thought it was funny. Mike didn't care if Christian's face turned red from anger or humiliation.
His watch, which he drew to view, confirmed the time of one a.m. "Let's get this over with because my beauty is waiting for me," he said as he clicked his fingers and all of his guards drew their weapons. Mike took one final puff of his cig before putting it out by stepping on it.
As he slowly drew his gun, he noticed all of the Christian men standing poised, guns were drawn. Christian had his gun pointed at him as well.
"Every exit is covered. You won't be leaving alive. Please accept my heartfelt condolences in advance," Mike smirked, holding his gun tenuously in his hand.
A shot rang out and struck the wall behind him, just missing him by an inch. Mike furrowed his brow at his Christian brother, who was pointing a gun.
"What the f*ck you little bastard! You just tried to shoot me!" Mike chuckled lowly.
Mike raised my hand and clicked his fingers, and all of Christian's men were swept away by the snipers. Mike enjoys a good gunfight, but he didn't want to get too hurt this time.
"Please, Mike, just let us go; we won't cause any trouble," Christian pleaded as he dropped his gun, followed by his brother. They threw their weapons to the ground. Mike approached and kicked their guns away. "You can go," he said nonchalantly, clutching Christian's hair in his fist. "Go to hell," he said as he pulled the trigger on his gun, and a bullet pierced Christian's head.
He knelt as blood squirted from his wound. He knelt over him and tried to brush his hair back into place with his hand. He shot him again, this time aiming for his heart. He left this world in a flash, much to his delight. What could be better than cruel people receiving the fairness they merited?
As he looked over at Christian's brother, he sighed. On his knees, a collapsing, shedding tears little boy. "You shouldn't have come here," Mike said as he took his phone from his pocket to check a text message.
Denise's message stated that she misses him greatly and that she wishes to see him right away. Mike couldn't help but smile like a fool before slipping his phone back into his pocket and pointing his gun at the boy's head. He saw his tears-stained pupils mirrored in his swollen eyes.
He shot him without hesitation, his aim perfect. It was a mercy killing. With a loud thud, his body collapsed to the ground. He then exited the room. As he stepped out of the storehouse, he inhaled some fresh air. The breeze wrapped itself around him like a duvet, soothing him.
"All done," Leo said as he came to a halt in front of him. He was a bad guy, but he didn't want to get his hands dirty because he was trying to change for his wife. Mike nodded and gazed up at the stars, but Leo soon resumed his ramblings. "That was quick. Job done. I owe you one, Mike," Leo exclaimed.
After getting into Mike's Lexus, he massaged his neck and sank into the leather seats. The car soon came to a halt in front of a hotel, where a parking attendant parked it. He and Ronnie walked casually into the large lobby. This place was teeming with the wealthy and upper echelon. He then went to the room where his wife was.
"Thanks, you're already here," Denise said as he hugged Mike when he entered the room.
"Well, Mike, your wife was so clingy she always wanted to see you, she almost gave us tantrums," Andrea rolled her eyes as Samantha laughed at her reaction.
"Anyway, I have to go because we have some wild activities with my loving husband later," Andrea smirked at Denise. Andrea then went outside, and she laughed at her.
"Sam, let's go," Ronnie said as he walked away.
"I have to go now, Denise," Samantha said, nodding.
Mike then shut the door and smiled as he turned to face Denise.
"What's that smile?" Denise inquired. "I smell like libido," she remarked.
"That's exactly what you smelled," Mike said.