MTLNOVEL Chapter 281: All over again.
"Should I go inside with you or just wait outside?" Dirsan asked as he parked the car, and even though he was still under the darkness of Finn's story, he needed to act how he was supposed to be.
A bodyguard and a driver… and to be true in his eyes, the whole warehouse they came to seemed a bit… sus. Only one lamp lit up the door, and there was no building, or life in a kilometer radius.
"No, it will be quick. I just go in and finalize the deal and the amount, and that's it." Finn said as he opened the door and stepped out into the night, but for him, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
A warehouse of a black market dealer, and that's it, nothing more and nothing less. Well, he trusted him on a business aspect, they did many deals before, so he just calmly walked in not worrying about a single thing.
And there it was… nothing. Just a warehouse packed with crates and Sira sitting at the table, though as he noticed Finn, he immediately stood up smiling.
"Finn, nice to see you again, a long time huh?"
"Long ass time, Sira." He shook his hand. "But now here I am, spending a lot of money." He chuckled as they walked toward the table, and there came the first thing that just didn't make sense to Finn.
As he wanted to sit down on the right side facing the back door and the crates, Sira just stepped in his way and quickly sat down there, like he steered Finn to sit at the other chair, though it was nothing big to worry about in his eyes and straight went to the business.
"So, do you have what I requested?"
"Yeah, I have it in the crates. The white magic plants are immaculate and healthy, and will grow big. But about the greenweed… I have both plants and seeds too, so you need to decide which one you want, or you buy all of it."
"Is there a big price difference between them?" Finn asked again as pulled out his notes.
"2100 the difference. There are 200 plants, so at a fair price of 3200."
"What's the yield worth? Like, if a plant is 3200, I need fertilizer and shit to keep it healthy, so one piece would go up to 4000." Finn said because he needed to calculate it, to see if it's worth the plant or the seed, to see how much profit they would need to spend and then how much potential profit it would bring in.
"Again, it depends on how you take care of it. Indoors, it yields around 250–300 grams, outdoors, with plenty of sunlight and proper care, it can reach up to a kilo. So let's say it produces 500 grams of high-quality product, and you sell it for 20 to 50 bucks a gram, but of course, it's up to you how much you decide to sell it for." Sira explained and well Finn fell into silence as he was calculating the numbers, how would it work out.
"Ohh that actually good, that would be—" Finn heard it, the click of the lighter and he immediately looked up. "Huh… how strange it is."
"Strange?" Sira asked. "I mean the profit is not much in the beginning, but—"
"No, not that." Finn interrupted him. "You're smoking, Sira."
"Yeah… and?"
"I clearly remember you saying that you only smoke when you're really stressed. Not only did you say it, but the pack of cigarettes you have is missing just one, the one you're smoking now." Finn smirked as he glanced down at the pack. "And the price tag on it says 9.50, but a pack is 11 now, which means you've had this pack for a long time, maybe a few months." He looked back up at him. "So why did you light it up when you're with me?"
Finn couldn't be fooled. He knew and remembered every little detail about everyone… especially the people he dealt with. And well… yeah, Sira's hand trembled slightly as he took another hit, but surprisingly, he didn't look scared, which only told Finn even more that something was truly wrong.
"I knew that you will notice it, can I tell you my little story?"
"Yeah, why not." Finn said, and for a moment, all his worry went away… he thought maybe nothing was wrong, that Siran just needed to vent his stress or frustration to somebody and it happned to be him.
"You know, Finn, I am a businessman, doing business, but everything went downhill. Lucian died, and with him the Augustus family as well as Victor died and not just that." He looked up at him as he stubbed out the cigarette not even half smoked. "Isabelle, Marco, Silas, the vice president and Takoi. Yeah, everybody that was big just fucking started to fall, and die." He chuckled as looked into Finn's eyes. "And fuck, I almost forget to mention that James Bellini left the market a market worth billions upon billions. He just fucking left, leaving behind chaos, nobody could please the high demand, nobody even tried… and not long after it, a fucking national emergency… my chance to go on an international level just vanished, as well as my authority and respect from the black market, with millions worth of product rotting in warehouses, waiting for the police to raid it. Not even talking about how much money, Marco, Sophia, and every fucker was with debt to me, it all fucking vanished, Finn. All of it."
Finn stayed silent for a moment, because, on one hand, what Sira said made sense, it was chaos, but on the other, his voice was threatening in a way, though he still didn't think it would turn into something really bad… Sira just seemed broken… completely fucked over. But at the same time, Finn could see that spark in his eyes… that spark that is ready to start a big fire.
"Sometimes you need to take a big hit to stay grounded."
"Huh, tt's funny coming from you, Finn, because your boss, Don Bellini, is everything but grounded, even after taking hit after hit… he's a problem." yeah, that wasn't just a spark,it was much bigger than that. "I'm 51 years old, and I've been building my business for 20 years… and he ended it…but the thing is Finn, it's not just me, he ruined the businesses of many others, people who are angry and now arming themselves to do what needs to be done after he fucked them over with his stupid decisions."
"Ohh… and what needs to be done, Sira?" Finn asked calmly as he slowly reached for his waist, because now it was a threat, against James, against the family.
"The cartel is angry. And when they're angry, they're willing to pay so much money it's unbelievable… and we all know, Finn, in this world, money speaks." As Sira finished, Finn felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Yet he stayed calm, simply staring at Sira, unshaken, not even the slightest hint of fear in his eyes.
"What a low move… you sold me out to the cartel?"
"I did… but don't blame me, blame James Bellini. Because of him, a lot of people are going to die, starting with you. Kill him."
It was fast... a shot. A loud one, a sound that could be heard even from outside… yeah, a shot that Dirsan could have heard… but no… he couldn't, because he was killed the moment Finn stepped into the warehouse.