Shattered

CHAPTER EIGHT

(Lucas' Pov)

Settled down around the large table, I sat up straight in my chair, eyes wondering over the familiar faces all confidentiality peering back at me. They were all silent, waiting for me to give my permission so they could speak - waiting for me to speak. 

"Well, how did it go?" I finally asked after several minutes of silence, running my finger across a golden ring wrapped around my index finger. It was a gift, one I received four years ago by a close friend, who tragically had his life taken away a few months later. I'd worn it out of respect for his name, knowing he'd hate to be forgotten completely one day.

"Great, Mr Accardi." Aliyah immediately spoke up with a pleased smile on her face. "Everything went according to plan. Their parcels are in the room next door."

"Good," I said with a small lightness. "What did their delivery contain?"

"300 pounds of cocaine. 500 pounds of Cannabis. 420 pounds of various 'fun pills' and lastly 200 pounds of Heroine." Jamal stated, all numbers accurately memorized and confidently stated.

"How much would that be worth?"

"Around two million, Sir." Aliyah responded.

"Excellent," I applauded, with a large grin. "Did our men leave unharmed?"

"All ten of them," Mason, who was in charge of recruiting them, stated. I realized there was no whore on his lap this time and could only bet he got tired of her, deciding to drop her back off on the streets where he picked her up from.

"How about their men?"

"Two dead, three injured and the others ran away." He informed, taking a blow from the cigar in his hand.

"Well, good job, all of you." I took a glance around the table, seeing a few people return small smiles at me. It was pretty rare for me to applaud my workers on anything, so they lapped up any attention they received from me like this.

"Thank you, Mr Accardi." A chorus of voices responded, and they all watched as I stood up from my seat. 

"Just be aware of the rise in tension with The Krasnyy. Eventually when they figure out we were behind their failed drug delivery, which will be soon, they'll be eager to get us back at any opportunity or chance they have." I warned my workers, aware of Nicholas (the owner of their company) and his thirst for revenge. This wasn't the first time I had tarnished something of his.

"With that being said, be careful and cautious." I trailed off. "That's all for today."

Nodding at me in response, I took that as my cue to leave, feeling various eyes follow me as I done so. As I left the room, I pulled my keys out of my pockets, my brows lips curling into a small smile when I noticed the two figures standing by the warehouse front door, conversing.

"Randy," I called, immediately capturing his attention. A grin perked up onto his lips and the two men I trusted my life with, dismissed their conversation for the time being.

"Lucas, hey, man." He clapped my back lightly as we shared a short hug. 

"What are you doing here?"

Randy, he was a childhood friend of mine. He was the only person I had brought into this complicated, new life style of mine. We had grown up together, in the same home, both with the same foster kid label attached to us throughout life. However, unlike mine, his was real. 

Five years ago, when I was nineteen years old, at some shitty event my father was throwing, I ended up being recognized by him. Randy was the same age as me, he was a college student at the time we crossed paths again, working a part time job at a waiter, coincidentally where my father had decided to hold his event.