Greg looked around the warehouse, taking in the surroundings cautiously. "So this is where Luca asked to meet?"
"Yes," Ken nodded. "He should be here by now. I don't know why he's taking his time."
Greg hummed and then brought out a cigarette from his pocket. "Are the men prepared?"
"Yes, boss."
"Good." He nodded. He needed to be prepared for anything. Luca used to be his friend, but not anymore. They were enemies now, and so he had to be cautious.
"Boss, he's here," one of his men announced just as a fleet of cars arrived outside.
"Let's get to work." Greg decided not to light the cigarette but left it on his lips. Outside, Luca and his men got out of their cars and walked inside the warehouse.
"You're finally here." Greg smiled, walking slowly to meet him.
"What's this about? What do you fucking want, Greg?"
Greg laughed. "Come on, Luca. Don't act like you don't know why you're here."
