“Girl, this is light work.”
I smirked cockily. “Just because I carry it well doesn’t mean it’s not heavy.”
Damar seductively raised a brow. “Doesn’t matter how heavy it is, I handle it well.”
MYTHIC GREY
Looking up at the warehouse, Taye blew out a long breath. Then he slowly turned toward me as I sat in the driver’s seat of my G-Wagon.
“You sure about this?”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “You’re thinking too deep about this.”
“You’re not thinking deep enough.”
One corner of my lips rose into a taunting smirk. “You never have these reservations when we’re working with other clients.”
“Because these clients are different. The Mexican cartel is notoriously ruthless. They live by a different code. They kill for minuscule reasons. If they think you crossed them, they will want your head…literally, your head.”
My head tilted back as I let out another deep chuckle. “I got this.”
Nodding slowly, Taye put his hand on the handle of the passenger door. “Okay. Let’s roll.”
As Taye and I emerged from the sleek black SUV, I appreciated his caution. His apprehension was realistic. The Mexican cartel operated with brutality and unforgiving principles. In their world, loyalty was bought with blood, and betrayal was met with swift, unhinged, brutal vengeance. But I had always operated in principle. And I feared no one.
The gravel beneath our feet crunched with each step, stirring up a cloud of dust that danced in the air like ghosts. As weapproached the imposing, weather-beaten metal door, it groaned open with a mechanical creak. My gaze swept up, noticing the surveillance cameras perched overhead.
A hulking figure emerged from the shadows of the doorway. His massive frame was meant to be imposing, but we were similar in size. Sweat glistened on his brow, mingling with the grime that coated his skin. His long, unkempt hair hung in greasy strands, concealing his menacing features beneath an oily veil. But his eyes bore into mine with an intensity that was meant to intimidate me.
With a curt nod, he stepped aside, wordlessly granting us entry.
As Taye and I stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, the overwhelming scent of motor oil and gunpowder hung in the air.
Pablo and Felipe emerged from the shadows. Their faces were masked with unreadable expressions. They were the lieutenants of the Kingsmen.
“Mythic,” Pablo greeted with a low, gravelly voice. “Taye.”
Taye answered with a quick, sharp nod.
“Felipe,” I acknowledged with the same brisk nod.
Felipe waved a hand toward two metal chairs parked at a wooden table, gesturing for us to have a seat.
As we all sat, I got straight to business. “What can I help you gentlemen with?”
Pablo’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “Getting straight to business. I like that.” A smile spread to his ears, revealing a chaotic scatter of teeth. “Let’s talk numbers.”
“We offer quality,” I stated firmly, “and quality comes at a price.”
Felipe’s eyes narrowed, but I could see a glint of respect buried beneath the hostility.
“Here’s what I can offer you,” I began, “AK-47 assault rifles, five hundred dollars each. Glock handguns, three hundred dollars each. RPG-7 rocket launchers, two thousand dollars each.”
His interest now piqued, Felipe raised a brow. “And what about ammunition?”
I leaned so far back in the chair that its front legs rose in the air. “Ammunition prices vary depending on quantity,” I explained. “But for bulk orders, I can offer you a discount. One thousand rounds of 7.62 millimeter ammunition for the AK-47s three hundred dollars. Five hundred rounds of nine millimeter ammunition for the Glocks, $150.”
Felipe sat up, placing his intertwined hands on the table. “And explosives?”
