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Crimson

My eyes shifted to the door the moment it was pushed open. Smoke slowly seeped from my lips as my shooters stood in front of the desk that I sat behind.

“It’s done.”

I didn’t physically respond but mentally, that was the best news I’d heard in a while. Territory, or the possession of such a thing, was mandatory at this point in the game.

“They aren’t dead, are they?” That question was rhetorical because I knew that they did the job that I assigned to them. I didn’t want Solace and Doom dead, I just wanted to scare them enough so that when I moved, they didn’t challenge me.

Horn shook his head. “We didn’t actually see Doom go down, just Solace.”

Solace was the head man so him going down was enough for me. “But not dead right?”

“He was responsive when the ambulance placed him on the stretcher.” Cross supplied.

I looked between the two of them. “But you don’t know if he’s dead?”

“Brimm told us that he was getting into position to make sure he wasn’t.”

Brimm was my right-hand man, the man accountable for pulling me into this drug shit to begin with. Unlike most people in my position, I wasn’t born and raised by the streets. I was a white-collar brother, college educated and working in a field that most would consider too lucrative to jeopardize to get into some street shit that I knew nothing about. Never in a million years did I see myself becoming the person that I am today. But it was too late for me at this point, I was already too deep in to pull myself back now. My ties into Brimm’s operation were deep, I was his partner in every sense of the word. After months of building on the foundation that we created, we were ready to move. Normally, anyone that was needing space in Dallas, would have to go through Solace and Doom, but Brimm let me know that he wanted to make a statement that would resound across anyone that was involved with this game we were playing. What we planned was a simple attack that wasn’t supposed to result in any death or life altering scenarios. Our shooters were trained to make bullets hit the target that they were meant for and nothing else. The goal was to make sure Solace and Doom knew that they weren’t untouchable. For years, they had been moving through the streets with not so much as a challenge coming their way. It wasn’t because they weren’t in the streets- they moved however they wanted to move- it was because they had earned a name for themselves, a name that people didn’t challenge. Brimm was bold. Stupidly so. He was the face, the man in the forefront. I was just his right hand, in the shadows working through the financial end of things. Now, we had created a war with Solace and Doom.

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