Like Father Like Son

Killian

The de Luca’s warehouses were numerous. I could see the port from where we stood along the tree line. Men milled about, walking between the metal buildings, their bodies shadowed by heavy equipment and trucks loaded with goods.

Luxury goods. Stolen cars ready to be exported overseas. Drugs. Cash. Guns. Everything Gabriele had built to maintain his standing.

I would take it all. Tonight.

“How many men does he have on guard?” I asked Mikey, who primed his pistol.

“Forty,” he whispered. “He’s scared, I think. Beefed up his guards on patrol.”

I glanced at the dozen or so soldiers behind me, all of them waiting for my command. We had the place surrounded. The two roads that connected the lot to the highway were blocked off. There would be no escape.

“I want the warehouses burned down before we leave. All of the cars need to be loaded, and everything inside needs to be packed up and ready to go.”

Mikey nodded and turned to relay my orders to the men waiting behind us.

I watched the