A Dagger through Dimensions Chapter 30

I’ll Soon Find Out What Hell Is Really Like!

Yeah, when I drove away from the Seabury and O’Conner, I was spouting bullshit like I knew what I was doing. Truth be told, I knew this play was risky, but I couldn’t think of another way to go. Even if I found a place to hide, how long would I last? What happened when Antonio found Adele and Sally? My only option lay in the information about Antonio’s drug dealing. Getting the good guys to take the gangster out seemed the only viable solution. Sure, I wanted this place to be a game that would reset if I made a mistake, but I’m damn sure that’s not happening.

The drive to Antonio’s warehouse started off poorly as the rain came down hard and I noticed the dark building already had a car sitting by the entrance. I drove by and went up several blocks before backtracking. Finally, I parked a block away from the address, beside a small vacant warehouse with a large sign nearby. The occasional knocks and pleas to be released told me they were still alive. I pulled out my .45 Colt and opened the trunk. I was hard to see them, but the smell of piss greeted me.

“Get out,” I said as I took a step back.

When the men finally rolled out of the trunk, both of them had difficulty standing from the cramps in their legs. I listened to their complaints and groans for a bit, then told them to shut up. I had already written off any humanity about these characters in my mind. These bastards would happily break my bones for their boss.

“Start walking to the warehouse. I’m calling your boss in, so if you want to stay alive long enough to see him, don’t do anything stupid. Just think of this as a trade.”

The last line made me smirk since I wanted to throw them off on my intentions. If they considered this a swap for their lives, they might be slightly less dangerous to me. They limped away from the car and stepped on the sidewalk, which ran alongside the small warehouse as the rain intensified. As we walked by a large fading sign that claimed there was space for rent, I remained a couple of steps behind them. I kept my other hand in my pocket. Holding one of their revolvers in my other hand comforts me.

Hell yes, I was cautious. My freaking hands are shaking, and my nerves feel like overstretched piano wire since I’m expecting the worst as every second ticks by.

When we reached the backside of Antonio’s warehouse, I had the men stand by the side of the building. Then I looked around at the car pulled into a parking spot near the large entrance door. It didn’t appear that anyone was sitting in the car. Turning back, I waved the men forward and pointed them to the smaller door where the employees entered.

“Let’s go inside so we can wait for your boss.”