Page 9 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

We were at our one-floor office building being debriefed about our next targets. We purchased this building last year. It was an abandoned old warehouse, so we split it into three sections with wall dividers. That way we could have our own office.

In the center of the room was what we called our round table meeting area. The projector was at the left end of the table, and it faced the wall. We sat at the table and did our debriefing there every time.

We also met clients here and nowhere else. We operated off business hours and anyone who showed up unannounced had the possibility of leaving in a body bag. Much has changed since I was a ten-year-old boy. For starters, me and my brothers were well known hitmen. What we did was on another level.

Me and my brothers were professional, discreet, clean but can be messy if the client required us to be and most of all…we were expensive. Our price went up depending on the details and who exactly we had to kill.

We had to vet a potential client every single time, and it had to be a unanimous vote if we’d accept or deny the client.

“Overall, this is about territory. Perez’s, Alfaro’s, and Bacallao’s are beefing and it’s getting out of hand. The Bacallao’s came to us, and they want the Perez’s siblings killed. We need to make it look like Alfaro’s did it that way the two gangs will go after each other. Leaving Bacallao’s to win the territory. Let’s vote. We take it or not and feedback is a given.” Greek waited for me and Golden to speak.

“I’m on the fence. If we take it then we gotta go to Spain. That’s an eight-and-a-half-hour flight. Then again, we have a jet, so we won’t have to deal with passengers. Spain is bomb and I could use some Spanish food.” I shared how I felt about it.

“I agree, don’t feel like being in the air that long. But I could go for some Spanish food too and some Spanish pussy. Necesito recargar energía. (I need to recharge my battery.)”

Golden made me and Greek laugh when he spoke in Spanish. Our parents made sure we could speak at least one other language other than English. We started taking lessons at five years old and auntie Imani made sure we continued until we were fourteen.

“Well, I say we take it with caution. Perez’s is highly known in the crime world. Meaning they will have their mansion heavily secured. We’d have to pull out silencers and not miss a shot. I’m talking damn near invisible. It’s $150,000 dollar job, that’s $50,000 apiece.”

Me and Golden smiled hearing that and we all agreed to take it.

“A’ight, we will leave tomorrow at noon.” Greek closed our meeting out.

“After we all go home to pack do y’all want to sleep over at my spot? I got a new movie we can watch called Monster In-Law. JLO is in it?” I was excited to tell them that.

My brothers and I have had our own place since we were seventeen. Our uncle Thaddeus, auntie Imani’s husband, told us a man has to step out on his own in his own space at seventeen. It was odd being without my brothers but in no time, I liked having my own place.

We went to pick out furniture and all kinds of things for our places together. Plus, we lived in the same building. A twenty-eight-story apartment building. Greek lived on the top floor, he was addicted to heights.

Golden was on the tenth floor, and I was on the sixth. Since we were ten, I have loved watching movies with my brothers. It helped me sleep and gave me comfort from terrible memories. They would let me pick the movie and watch it with me without arguing against it.

“Oh shit, I told Yamika I’d come through her place tonight.” Golden responded.

I looked at my brother and smiled. Greek dropped his head laughing and spoke.

“Sure, baby brother, I’ll be there after I pack.”

“Cool! Golden, you sure you don’t want to come?”

He looked at me then at Greek then his head dropped and he laughed too.

“Okay, I’ll hit Yamika up and tell her that I’ll hit her when I get back. I’m in brother.”

When I happily hugged him, he hugged me back.

“You owe me, Yamika can suck a good dick. I want you to take Eve to her doctor’s appointment.”

“That’s my favorite girl anyways so I’ll do it.” I agreed, then the three of us left our building.

Greek locked the doors up. It was drizzling outside and a little chilly. We had on a Jordan hoodie jogger set. Mine was navy blue, Golden’s was red and Greek’s was olive green. I hit the alarm on my old school, 1969 Ford Mustang.

The three of us were obsessed with old school cars and owned a few. My Ford Mustang was red and black. I also owned a blue and white 1969 Chevrolet Camero and an all-black 2017 Yukon Denali for the winter.

“We’ll meet you at your apartment in two hours brother.” Greek told me before we got in our cars.

“Got it. I’ll get us something to eat from Royale with Cheese place.” That was a restaurant in downtown Detroit that we liked a lot. Since our building was close by, I had no problem picking up something to eat before I took the forty-five-minute drive home.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and closed it behind me. After I tossed my keys in the bowl on the hallway table. I took the three bags of food to my kitchen. My fridge was stocked with beer and other drinks I and my brothers loved.