A New Day, A New You part 12 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 12

... is your best chance,” this little shit states to me but I’m done with being played. I laugh at him a little and reaching back with my good right hand pull the .38 out of my pants and aim at the boy in the suit. His eyes widen and I see some fear, good. Now I can start making some changes. “Here’s my counter offer shit head. First you’re going to contact your bosses and put my money back in the accounts; second you are going to pay me fifty thousand dollars for the hassle that you’ve caused me. Finally one of your people is going to kill that bitch of an ex wife of mine,” I dictate my demands to the scared boy,” I’d start calling kid.” “Mr. Vargas threatening me won’t do you any good. I don’t have the authority to make these demands and the people involved wouldn’t return your money if they did take it,” he says but he flinched, he’s lying,” shooting me will be worse for you right now than not taking the option we’ve given you.” “I’m not seeing you make that call boy and I’m losing my patience. I’ve been fucked around by you and your people for weeks and either you start fixing this ‘situation’ as you keep calling it or I will kill you right now and the next person they send to make me an offer will have a better idea that I’m not the man to fuck with,” I tell him keeping my weapon trained on his chest. “Mr. Vargas my making a call won’t get you anything more than what you have already been given,” I cut him off pulling the hammer back on my revolver. “Well shit head let’s ...

... put it this way, I’m going to count to three and by the time I get there if you haven’t started making that call I’m going to put all six in your fucking chest,” I tell him with a menacing smile,” Do you understand? One…” Stuart: Same place, same time “Holy shit what was that,” I yell looking around. Here I am doing wrap up with Castro Vargas after we stamped him out of town pretty much and he pulls a gun on me, not one person said he had a weapon. He was demanding all his money back and I was trying to explain that it was gone. We could get it back but I knew it would mean failing what Anita asked of us by ruining him and making him leave town. Granted I was pushing him softly with my passport idea and giving him some of his own money but when he threatened me I knew I was fucked. Now I’m standing here in an empty airplane hangar, one for the big jets or multiple smaller ones and Castro Vargas’s head has exploded out the back and his body is on the floor with blood leaking onto the pavement. I put in my earpiece and turn it on. “Target is down, Isaac I need clean up and grab Wilma to assist on this one,” I hear Ben talking to the team. I look around and see him in the back of the hangar with a rifle on the catwalk standing up and moving over to the stairs. The main doors to the hangar open a little as Wilma, Isaac and Jamal join us inside the Hangar with the first two carrying a couple large bags of gear. I let them work while Isaac coaches Jamal on not vomiting around a dead ...