"Creepy." I spoke as I looked at the old abandoned warehouse in front of me. Really? Cole wanted me to met him here out of all places? I thought back to what he said at the party.
I smirked. "Nice to know you care about my well-being."
He chuckled humorlessly. "Don't make the mistake of thinking that."
Damn. I thought he was actually starting to care about me a little bit, but if he did he wouldn't send me to a place like this. My feelings are now officially hurt. Note the fucking sarcasm.
Jessie looked at me. "Agreed. He couldn't have asked for you to met him at a Starbucks or something? Does everything about the gang life have to be discreet?"
I shrugged. "Hell, I wouldn't know. Why are you asking me? How about we get our ass in there and ask Mr. Gang Leader himself."
"Now, that, sounds like a plan."
I got out of the car and started walking towards the warehouse with Jessie following slowly behind me. I turned to look at him. "Come on, Jessie. Walk faster."
He groaned and mumbled something under his breath.
"How we walk into this building and present ourselves determines where we stand. If we walk in confident, like killing Frank was no problem, we're strong. If we walk in slouched, and with regretful looks on our faces, we're too weak. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"
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"Cole Ryder is the biggest Cocaine Kingpin in the states. Thirty agents have already tried to stop him, and failed. What makes you think you'll be any different?" I smirked as I propped my feet on top of his desk. "I don't think, sir. I know. Trust...