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——- Part Two -—— 𝐀 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝:

I entered the small establishment and slammed my fist on the counter. Whiskey. A double please. Neat. The waiter eyed me suspiciously, “Have I seen you around here before?”

“Nope. Definitely not. Just passing through.”

“It’s just that you look familiar.” he persists.

“You must have me mixed up with someone else. Because I’m not from around here.” this time my tone was stern.

I hand him over a rumpled fiver and some loose change. He picked up the coins counting them one by the one. I focused on the tv, I wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. Giving all my attention to football. He must’ve taken a hint because he dropped the questions.

A hand was on my shoulder, squeezing it tightly. A voice that I was so familiar with, but it couldn’t be. 𝙉𝙤. “Did you miss me?” I turn around and I’m greeted by a man, in an expensive suit. His gaze cold. Expressions unreadable. “You look like you’d just seen a ghost, cheer up Lukas.” He pulled out the stool and sat down next to me. “I’ll have whatever he’s having. Put it on my tab.” His eyes never leaving mine. He continues to size me up, then leans over to whisper in my ear:

“Listen to me carefully, don’t make a scene. Jonas, is como se dice.. muerto. Because he can’t seem to follow orders.”

My heart was thumping. Loudly. I already knew what he was gonna say before the words left his mouth, if he was here, that meant Jonas was dead.

“You both betrayed me and I don’t take betrayal lightly. I expected it from you. Not him. There will be repercussions.”

Just as thought I’d left this life behind, here it was staring at me in my face. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩. Jonas was the only real family I had left, I always considered him a brother even though we weren’t related by blood. We were meant to get out of this together.

“You owe me and I’m here to collect. You will me pay me back one way or the other. I told you wherever you’d go, I’d find you.” he reassures me.

“I don’t have that kind of money right now. You know that.”

“Yeah but there’s something you can do for me. I have a job for you, consider this your last one. After that you won’t owe me a cent. Think of it has repayment.”

I let out a laugh to let him know how unserious I was, I might’ve been working for this man for seven years, but Carlo Giovanni didn’t intimidate me one bit. Power doesn’t intimidate me.

“Thats bullshit, I’m not interested in playing your fucking games. Why dont you just kill me now and get it over it? You and I both know you’re going to eventually.”

This was some kind of entrapment.

There’s no end.

I knew it better than anyone else.

“Because you’re much more useful to me alive than you are dead.”

The bar tender must’ve noticed things were starting to heat up. The glass in my hand shattered attracting attention from a few onlookers. “Is there a problem guys?” Pointing to the sign behind him incase we missed it.

“Nah just catching up with an old buddy of mine. All good.” He gets up without touching his drink, settles the bill and pats me on the back.

“We’ll be in touch. Make sure you tend to that, you’re gonna be needing that hand boy.” He slides the glass over to me, with that he’s gone.

He found me.

My life is a living hell that I can’t escape from.

All those years, those sacrifices.

People I’ve hurt. Bodies I’ve buried. They all pile up. Fuck it was happening again all over. I chugged the drink in one go, swallowing the bitter taste and left the bar.

I dropped the set of keys whilst trying to open the door. It was already dark out, I shone the flashlight on the ground to look for it. I doubt there’s a first aid box in this shit hole of a motel room. I managed to find some old bandages in the first aid box, I sat on the bed and picked out the shards of glass and cleaned up the wound with some rubbing alcohol. I wrapped my hand up. I’ve been here many times before, this is nothing new. I picked up my pistol, running my finger along the edged surface, the difference in weight noticeable, upon loading it.

…I knew exactly what I had to do. It was just a matter of 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏. For now though. I needed to be smart. I needed to 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, if I have a chance of beating this son of a bitch at his own game.

I want my life back and I’m willing to go to any lengths to get it.

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