“Which one of you did it?” he yelled.
“Oh, that’s easy, it was me,” said Quinn.
“Nope, me,” said Finn.
“Not hardly. It was me,” said River.
“What are you doing? Who are you people? Tell me!” he screamed, the echo in the warehouse sending chills down his spine.
“They’re all covering for me,” said Moose stepping out of the shadows. “I killed your father.”
“Kill them. Kill them all,” he said to Cliff. As Cliff raised his weapon, the building shook violently as flames and metal shards filled the air.
“What was that?” he asked ducking to the floor.
“Oh, that was the warehouse next door,” said Moose. “My friends took care of that for us. All you’ve got are the six men here and they’ll be disposed of quickly.”
His men circled one another, staring into the dark corners of the warehouse.
“Where are the lights?” asked Morris. “Turn up the lights!”
“They won’t work,” said Cliff. “What have you done to us?”
“He’s signed your death warrant,” said River. “You made a lot of mistakes. One was coming after my family. The other was coming after the woman I love.”
“You loved Natalia?” he laughed.
“Never in a million years would I touch a scrap that you touched,” said River. Morris frowned at the man, angry that they’d gotten the better of him so far.
“You love the agent, Marciella.”
“I am madly in love with her,” smirked River. “She’s safe, secure, and you won’t ever lay eyes on her again. We have the information that her father gathered, as well as information about you and your business. Including the wreck of your ship.”
“That’s not possible. None of this is possible.”
“You talk too fucking much,” growled Tony stepping through the doors. “Hey, boys. Nice to see yooz boys again. I told you once before that no one comes through our docks, touches our shit, without me knowing. You fucked with someone I cared about and now I’m gonna take care of you.”
Lawrence could feel his own men back up, the sounds of their steps clicking and clacking on the floor. Then he heard grunts, moans, and the smell of blood filled the air. A small Asian man walked past him, brushing his sleeve, then wiping a bloodied blade on it.
“My suit!”
“Your suit?” laughed Moose. “That’s what you’re worried about. My men just took care of all of your men. You are alone. Pathetically, alone.”
“Then kill me. Kill me like you did my father,” he said jutting his chin out.
“No, they don’t get that honor,” said Tony. “Me and my boys get that honor.”
Five very bulky men with no necks, large, cracked knuckles, all carrying baseball bats or guns walked into the space.
“This isn’t the end,” said Morris.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” said River. “It is definitely the end for you. For us, not so much. When you get to hell, say hello to your father for us.”
River and the others walked out of the warehouse, leaving Tony and his men to deal with Morris. Twenty minutes later, they emerged and advised the men to go home.
“What about you, Tony? The cops are gonna investigate that warehouse explosion,” said River.
“I told you before, kid, no one gets near our docks without us knowing about it. And the cops know that too. We’ll be just fine. Give Priscilla a hug for me.”
