Then I Quit [BL]

The Grunts

"You brought your skinny boy back to translate?" They laugh.

"What did they say, Gabby?" I feel the tip of the gun on my side. I translate what they said to her. Which she simply nods as the reply.

"So, where are they?" The man in the middle steps forwards. I quickly translate into her ear.

"Tell them it's in the back of the car," but before I could say anything, one of their man whispers the translation into the middle guy's ear.

The middle guy nods his head and then tilts it towards stepmom's car. More than half of them walk to us and we step aside to let them do their thing.

"Boss. It's okay half!"

"What?!" The middle man's face became red like the devil of wrath. His eyes direct at us, "Where's the other half, woman?!"

I quickly translate to her and she says, "You'll get the other half later. How can I trust the rest to you if you can't even make a profit out of these?"

The boss spits on the ground and begins walking to stepmom, "I didn't make this deal. I think you'll have to either give us the rest tonight or leave empty handed. I don't deal with this kind."

I quickly translate as I feel the gun going in deeper into my side. Then stepmom says, "No. These are all the produce I will give you. The rest will come later after you guys have proved yourself."

The boss laughs, "But have we not been proving ourselves since our first contract 13 years ago? What is this proving now?"

"We're growing are we not?" Stepmom says after I translated, "A test once in a while to show loyalty is essential, is it not?"

"Of course it is!" He laughs and then get really serious as he aims at me, "But not with me-not with us. Our loyalty is never wavering if yours aren't!"

My body freezes and I quickly translate to stepmom while my eyes fix on the tip of that gun point at me.

Stepmom replies with, "This boy means nothing to me. You can kill him to prove your point all you want, but it'll only disprove your loyalty.

You see, my husband and I have been suspecting that you're not giving us all the profits you got from the produces."

"My men needed more firearms," the boss pulls his gun away and I could breathe a little more. "It kind of feels like we're pawns going out to die so I thought we could use a little protection.

After all, you and your husband are already so damn rich," he pulls the gun back up but this time at stepmom.

"Of course I want you to feel safe," she gives them a fake smile, "but all you needed to do was ask? You didn't need to steal from me, do you?"

"I wouldn't call it stealing. It's more like investing since I asked for firearm funds for about 7 years now," the boss laughs and would jumps up and down to show his sarcasm.

"Well, I didn't know about it. Next time just ask me directly. Now go sale these and I'll give you the other half to sale after you give me all the money you sold," stepmom doesn't even look frightened.

"Yes ma'am! See, I understand now and you also understand now. We didn't need all these beefs if we just sat down and tal-"

The one who has been translating for the boss shot the boss on the side of the head.

His body falls down and his blood splashes on the translator, me and stepmom.

"Serves you right, dumbass," she swipes the blood with a pink handkerchief and throws it on top of the boss's face after she's done.

She pulls me into her car and we drive away. It's like a normal car ride like none of (insert ethnicity) thing was real.

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Again, I am terribly sorry about my racism towards Russians because I am only going about it by the Americans movies I chose to watch. I am sorry.

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