Chapter 74
Luciano
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The shipment should be pretty straight forward, they’re all supposed to be, but lately they’ve been coming up short, if they make it at all. I have my suspicions that the same rat that’s been fucking with our girl is fucking with these shipments too.
“Have you spoken with the Captain, Luca?”
“Yep, he’s docked and waiting. I told him we’re just five minutes out.”
“Good.”
Uknown
I’m sitting in the car with Luca and Luciano, listening to them talk about how this run will go. I pull out my phone and quickly shoot off the details to Alexander before we get there. Today will go exactly how we’ve planned it.
Luca
We arrive at the docks and split the men into their positions. I scan the area before we start our way down the dock. Something doesn’t feel right to me. All these shipments going wrong previously…maybe we just got lucky this time. Luciano greets the Captain and we make our way aboard to check the crates. I check the paperwork and then the crates, twenty three in total. The next step would be to check the contents. Brody hands Luciano a crow bar and Hudson has mine.
“We’ll start down this end.”
“Yep, make sure you check it completely, no false bottoms, count every gun and log it.”
“On it, Don.”
Hudson and I make our way to the end of the crates, whoever loaded them did a shitty job because they’re not stacked neatly, they’re a fucking mess. So we have to weave through them, giving us some cover from everyone else. That should have been my first clue to something being wrong.
“Keep your head on a swivel.” I tell Hudson who nods and follows behind. Once we get to the last crate, I can’t see the others due to this mess of crates, I put my hand out to Hudson for the crowbar.
“Let me, boss.” He says and shoves it into the lid and begins to pry it open for me. It lifts with a heavy crack, and we make easy work of taking off the heavy wooden lid and placing it to the side. I lead over the crate and start to count and catalogue what we’ve got when I feel an ungodly smack in the back of my head.
“What the fuck?!” I shout, pulling my head out of the crate to turn around. Just as I do I see Hudson with the crowbar in hand now dripping with my blood and a sick fuck look on his face. “Sorry about this, brother.” He spits out sarcastically and swings again to the side of my head. That’s all I see before everything goes black,
Luciano.
“Mr Donatello, how nice of you to join us.” The voice spurs me to look away from Luca and to the mountain of a man in the middle of the group. He’s got to be half a head taller than me, pure muscle, jet black hair that’s kept wildly swept over his forehead. Every inch of his exposed skin is cosered in tattoos, they’re even some on his face. The most prominent being the dagger on one side of his face, and the letters along his jaw line under it that’s reads ‘Ariana‘. This sick fuck!
“You must be Alexander,” I grunt out at him.
‘Like hell she does!” I roar out and step forward, but he lets out a “tut tut tut” sound and puts his foot on Luca’s head.
hapter 74
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