A man lives to die

After an hour-plus drive, Elijah pulled into a small clearing. Getting out of his car, Elijah and Matt stared at the old warehouse in front of them, and how deserted this area was.

"Boss, it's not too late to get back into the car," Matt whispered, gesturing to the car behind them. "I don't think it's safe to walk to the warehouse..."

Patting Matt on the back, Elijah smiled and teased, "Grow some backbone, man."

'I have a backbone. I'm just worried about your safety. Your father will not be happy with my performance if a bullet or knife strikes through your heart.' Matt thought to himself, keeping quiet about his concerns. 'I don't want this to go South, boss.'

Shaking his head lightly, Elijah pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contact, and stopped at Jerome's number, dialing it without hesitation.

The phone rang twice before there was a click and Jerome answered, "Hey, boss."

"I'm outside. Come out," Elijah ordered calmly, his eyes scanning the surrounding area.

The line went