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  Table of Content

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  Table of Content

  Crime Series

  Thicker Than Blood # 1

  Chapter 1 : The Rookie

  Chapter 2 : The Standoff

  Chapter 3 : Are You Okay?

  Chapter 4 : My Best Friend

  Chapter 5 : Farewell

  A Reunion of Brothers # 2

  Chapter 1 : The Separation

  Chapter 2 : New House New Rules

  Chapter 3 : Semper Fidelis

  Chapter 4 : Success Ladder

  Chapter 5 : You Look Different

  My Best Enemy # 3

  Chapter 1: The New Gang in Town

  Chapter 2 : Hello Strangers

  Chapter 3 : The New Boss

  Chapter 4 : Goodbye My Friend

  Chapter 5 : My Best Enemy

  The Departed # 4

  Chapter 1 : What Would Make This Man Happy

  Chapter 2 : Change of Command

  Chapter 3 : Open Season

  Chapter 4 : The Job

  Chapter 5 : The Departed

  Payback # 5

  Chapter 1 : The Best

  Chapter 2 : You Killed My Brother

  Chapter 3 : The Bad Apple

  Chapter 4 : You Failed Me

  Chapter 5 : Payback

  The Boy Who Cried Wolf # 6

  Chapter 1 : An Old Score

  Chapter 2 : The Boy Who Cried The Wold

  Chapter 3 : The Lottery

  Chapter 4 : The Italians Are Coming

  Chapter 5 : The Big Bad Wolf

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  Chapter 1 : The Rookie

  “You are not going in there all by yourself. They will kill you too.” Pamela cried over the phone. Sam looked out of his car as the street lamp illuminated his kind face. He was both listening to Pamela and checking the are for any threats or watchers. “Jerry would not have wanted this, Sam. Come back!” Pamela’s voice was both sad and firm at the same time.

  Sam looked in the backseat and picked up his regular beige jacket. While holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, he put on the jacket over his cop uniform, hiding his badge and the blue shirt, “Pam! Listen to me,” he said holding his phone in one hand, “I might not get this chance again in the future.” Sam’s other hand went under his seat and when it came out, he was holding a Glock, “These bastards are going to pay for what they did. I will bring them to justice, and this is my window.”

  “Sam, this is too dangerous.” Pam was trying to convince him, but Sam was already out of the car by now.

  “Pam, your husband was a cop, a good cop. I would never get a better partner than him, and these people think they can get away with killing him. I am going to show them that no matter how big guns they have, they are not bigger than the law.”

  Sam had parked his petrol car in a dark alley and with his beige jacket was not looking like a cop. “Sam, just come back. Please!” Pam cried.

  “I will talk to you later, Pam. I am going in.” Sam hung up and placed the phone inside his jacket pocket. With his hands inside the pocket, holding his gun, he started to walk slowly towards the dilapidated building across the street. The street lamps flickered, giving him the illusion of somebody present in the empty alley. Looking around, Sam reached the building and passed it by the side. Soon, he was in front of the back entrance. The door seemed really old, but the padlock was new and strong, with a combination.

  “Alright. What could it be?” Sam asked himself when the light from a car appeared behind him. Quick and quiet, Sam jumped behind a dumpster and waited there.

  A car stopped at the alley entrance and a short guy came out. He walked to the door while Sam watched holding his breath. The short guy got a call on his cellphone. “Yeah!” he answered with apathy.

  “Why would I know where is he now?” the guy asked. “I don’t know, some club maybe. He has been a pain in the ass lately.” he added while playing with the lock. As he entered the combination the lock opened with a click. “Yeah, I know he is the in charge of the whole operation here, but the Big Boss ain’t happy with him.” The tall guy asked.

  Seeing his window, Sam tiptoed behind him and held his gun on the neck of his back, “Alright! Stand still. Nice and easy.” Sam was trying not to startle them up.

  “You know who I am, asshole?” the short guy cried, angrily. “Oh yeah! I know all of you.” Sam, thumped his head with the butt of his gun, signalling him to move forward, “Now walk on, tough guy. Nice and..”

  “Easy! yeah yeah!” the short guy finished Sam’s sentence for him and walked inside the building, quietly.

  They entered the warm hall of the building from the cold alley outside. The lighting here was no better than the street itself, with some dingy bulbs lightning for the sake of it.

  “What do you want, asshole? You know who this joint belong to?” The short guy enquired, not too happily. “Just shut up and keep walking.” Sam was constantly looking around for any possible threat. Suddenly, he grabbed the guy’s shoulder tightly signalling him to stop. They both stop right there. Sam carefully listened, two footsteps were approaching. “Come with me.” Sam said to his hostage. “I ain’t your dog, asshole.” the guy was in no mood.

  Sam grabbed his mouth with one hand while delivering a nice blow with the butt of his gun on the back of his neck. “Well, you are right, cause I won’t hit my dog. Come now.”

  The hostage didn’t resist and they quietly settled in one shadowy corner.

  A black guy with braids walked past them without even noticing them. Sam waited in the shadows for a moment and then came out carefully looking around. “Now, take me to your stash.” Sam asked his hostage.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about.” the hostage didn’t even care to hide his obvious lying tone. Sam almost penetrated his gun’s barrel into the back of his neck, “Listen to me, asshole!! Your fate tonight has two endings, you take me to your stash, and I arrest you. Or I take you out in the alley, get in that shitty car of yours, paint your seats with your brains and find another one who would take me to the stash. I am willing to repeat this process until I find a cooperative person. You understand?? Asshole!!”

  “Alright, alright.” the guy nodded, “Come with me.”

  Soon, they were standing before a door on the second floor. “This is it.” the gu
y said to Sam. “Its all in there.” Sam relaxed his grip on his neck, “Then open it” pushing the guy slightly ahead, “And remember, I still have the gun to your neck. So no funny moves.”

  The guy sighed and opened the door slowly. Sam could see bags of cocaine stacked neatly all around the room. “See? No funny move.” the guy said, raising his hands slowly above his head. Sam checked the room and pushed his hostage inside. The room was filled with white powdery bags. It took Sam a few seconds to take it all in. He had never seen so much coke at one place in his life. “This is what Jerry died for?” Sam murmured.

  A sudden push derailed Sam’s train of thoughts and he almost fell on the floor. He turned around and saw his hostage running out of the door, “You are dead, ASSHOLE! DEAD!” he said while locking the door behind him.

  As Sam ran upto the door, he found it locked from the outside. Trapped like a mouse, Sam could hear his hostage calling for backup, “Yo Guys! I have got a cop in here. Come along and shoot this asshole!”

  “Shit!” Sam said to himself, “I am gonna die tonight.”

  Chapter 2 : The Standoff

  Sam’s hands started shaking as he checked his gun for no apparent reason. His training was kicking in, but it was all over the place.

  The first thing that came to his mind was to look for an exit, but all windows were bolted leaving the door as the only route out of this building. Next, he remembered to setup a safe parameter inside the room, incase the shootout begins. He knew they were going to shoot at him. Jerry’s bullet ridden body flashed in his head.

  “BAM!” a shotgun shell came through the door, expending its diameter. Thankfully, it was no way near Sam. “I have to take cover.” Sam thought just in time before another shotgun shell went right where he was standing, embedding in the wall behind his earlier spot.

  “Hey Asshole! Come out and meet my friends.” Sam’s hostage was now all chatty and excited to introduce him to his three friends. His friends were equally armed with guns of all makes and calibers. “Shoot this door down, D! Lets go in and fry this son of a bitch!” One friend said very excitedly.

  The excited friend decided to use the blasted part of the door as a microphone. “Yo! Come out and find like a man.” he screamed his lungs out.

  Sam could hear his mouth being placed over the blasted part of the door and his hand involuntarily placed his gun before his mouth. Sam’s finger squeezed making a loud bang.

  The excited friend crashes back into the wall, spurting blood out of his mouth and head. Lifeless, he fell on the floor, making all of his friends step back a little.

  “Mother Fucker!” The hostage cried and blasted all his shells at the door, which now looked like cheese from a cartoon.

  Sam moved away from the wall a little and took aim from those big halls in the door. He emptied his entire clip, and took down his hostage and one more friend.

  “You are dead Mother Fucker!” another friend of the dead hostage cried and shot again, this time, making the door fall down.

  “Aaaarrrgggghhh!” the last standing friend entered the room with all the adrenaline he had in his body shooting in his glands. Sam appeared from the corner and punched him in the face. The friend fell down like a tree.

  Sam quickly reload his gun with the only remaining magazine and took the gun from the guy. He checked him for the vitals and handcuffed him behind his back.

  Sam quickly took out his phone, but before he could dial a number, he heard more footsteps coming in.

  “Shit!” He put the phone back in the pocket and quickly got out of the room. Carefully stepping over the dead hostage and his friends, Sam aimed the shotgun at the bottom of the stairs.

  Two armed men approached the staircase, “Fuck!” they exclaimed seeing Sam waiting for them. “Freeze!” Sam yelled.

  But the men raised their arms, ignoring Sam’s warning. The shotgun in Sam’s hand fired just once, but too down both the men at the bottom of the stairs. One lost his hand, while the other dropped straight on the floor.

  “Stay down!” Sam cried, aiming his gun at the guy who lost his hand. But he seemed to be deaf and tried to reach for his gun. Sam grunted in frustration and pulled the trigger again. Looking around, he stepped over the bodies and moved on.

  He could hear cars stopping outside the building and men yelling. Though he could not make out clearly what they were saying, but some words were clear. Sam quickly ran in a dark room and hid behind a wall. He then took out his cellphone and dialled a number. Every ring seemed to him like an eternity. Finally a female voice answered the call, “Hey Sam!”

  “Angie! I need help. I am by the warehouse. Yeah, same warehouse. The one by the old church. Listen, I found their stash, but they are now after me. There are several men here, who are armed with heavy weapons. I need backup!” Sam told her everything.

  “Fuck! Sam did you go there all by yourself? Tell me you are not that stupid.” Angie cried over the phone.

  “Angie! I need help, not a lecture.” Sam was whispering, listening to the men coming in through the main door.

  “Alright, I am sending help. You don’t do anything stupid and stay safe.” Angie hung up without wasting any time.

  “Hey, who is in our house?” A husky voice called out from the hall. “You are going to pay for this, you son of a bitch!” Man, he was pissed.

  Sam did the smart thing and stayed silent in the darkness. He heard men running up and down, checking the rooms.

  “Dave, he was in the store. The door is fucked up and Mak and his guys are dead up here.” a voice reported to ‘Dave’ from upstairs.

  “Ron is not going to be happy with this.” Dave yelled back in his husky voice.

  ‘Ron’ the name flashed like a light in Sam’s brain. “Somebody better call Ron and let him know about it.” Dave yelled again, “The more this goes on, the more he’ll be pissed.”

  “I am on it.” a man yelled.

  “Now! Where are you you sneaky little shit? Come out and face us like a man.” Dave was raging in the hall calling in all the rooms.

  A few footsteps gathered in the hall. “I checked all the rooms upstairs, nobody.” a voice said. “These rooms are clear too.” another voice reported.

  “Are you in here, asshole?” Dave yelled in the room Sam was hiding, “Better come out now or I am going to paint the walls with your blood.”

  “Turn on the lights,” Dave ordered.

  “FUCK!” Sam knew he was made.

  The light came on a shotgun was heard. The man who turned on the light had his head splattered all over the wall and light-switch.

  “Kill him!” Dave yelled as they all aimed at their guns at Sam hiding behind a small wall.

  But Sam cocked his gun and fired again at Dave very quickly. Dave jumped out of the room and ran upstairs. The man behind Dave took the shell on his chest and fell down without any further movement.

  Sam waited for a moment to hear any footsteps or movement but there were none.

  He looked through the sights of the shotgun and found Dave peeking through the stairs.

  Sam’s shotgun exploded some parts of the stairs. Confident, Sam came out from his cover, holding his shotgun.

  “You are using this building as a store for illegal drugs, and I am here to arrest you. Put down your weapons and surrender yourselves.”

  Suddenly, the door opened and a clueless bastard opened the door. Another rookie, facing a rookie with a shotgun. Sam saw this new guy raising his gun at him and pulled the shotgun trigger. The shells made a neat circle in the guy’s chest and he fell down. As Sam looked down at him, he heard footsteps back on the stairs.

  Dave was picking up a shotgun from Sam’s dead hostage. “Put the weapon down.” Same yelled, but Dave didn’t listen. “CLICK!” Sam’s was out of shotgun shells. This was a pleasant surprise for Dave, as he pulled his shotgun on Dave and squeezed the trigger.

  “BAM!” the floorboard burst out as Sam ran back inside the room, dropping his empty shotgun.
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  “I am going to fuck you up, asshole!” Dave yelled as he fired another shot. But Sam was back in his cover behind the wall again.

  Two more men come through the door and looked at Dave who barked orders at them, “Call the whole crew. I want this asshole in pieces.” he shot another round in the wall just to vent out his anger.

  Sam took out his handgun from his jacket. He could hear several cars stopping outside the house.

  Chapter 3 : Are You Okay?

  Sam was not able to count how many feet he heard running inside the room. Dave was yelling every obscenity he knew at him. He ordered his men to move further and finish this intruder who murdered so many of his crew members.

  With each bullet leaving his gun, Sam was now starting to get scared. He knew this was his last clip and he wasn’t bulletproof. Right now he was thinking of going back in time and listening to Pam’s advice of not coming in here. But right then he remembered Jerry’s bloody corpse and shot another bullet.

  But Dave and his men didn’t stop firing. They were not short of ammunition. It was raining lead in that room.

  Sam was going deaf with the sound of every new gunshot. Though he was used to the exploding sound of lead coming out of a barrel, but this was turning out to be too much for him. The police academy had a controlled environment where he learned to shoot with earplugs and noise cancellation headphones. Hiding behind a small wall, he was being showered by bullets.

  Sam checked his gun, only three shots were left. Nevertheless, he slid the magazine back into the gun stock and assumed a shooting position with his back on the wall. Two more bullets fly past his head. He could feel the air of the bullets, on his sweaty forehead.

  “One, two.. THREE!” Sam counted before coming out in open to shoot back, but was unable to move himself. The loud gunfire was freezing him in his spot. “Don’t be a coward, Sam. Don’t!” he pleaded to himself. But his body was maybe not listening, and so he stretched out his arm from the wall to fire just one shot. But his shaking finger squeezed uncontrollably and emptied his whole clip at once. Three stray shots penetrated the walls without hitting anyone.