Chapter 22 Sebastian
Sebastian
Woolwich.
I hadn’t been here since Aria lived here. It wasn’t a place I visited frequently, only to see her before she moved in with me.
I’d left her at home on her own again.
I was officially a shit boyfriend.
I always knew I would be, but I’d never wanted to treat her like this.
I needed to make it up to her. She should be taking priority over all of this right now, but there was so much I needed to do here.
Last time I was fully in, I didn’t have anything else to worry about.
It was different now. I had Aria. I had Luxe Corp.
There was no room for half-hearted men in this line of business, because that was when things started to crumble—or worse, people ended up getting killed.
A man who was distracted could destroy everything in the blink of an eye.
“You sure this is the place?” Callum asked, looking out the passenger window.
I’d spoken to Soran and the rest of the guys a week ago about Callum supplying the firearms to Matt. I trusted their judgment, and after Matt explained to them the benefits it would have not only on him, but all of us, they were happy to have him on side.
Having someone like him with the Organisation, not against it, meant less trouble—and right now, that was exactly what I wanted.
“I know London like the back of my hand. No one could hide in these streets without me finding them.”
He let out a silent laugh. “If you say so.”
“Get out of the fucking car.”
I’d decided that if Callum was going to supply these firearms, then he should be at the deal, because something like this would be the perfect opportunity to fuck us over. At least if he were here, he’d get fucked, too.
Ending up with a bullet in his head would be my favourite outcome.
Callum stepped out and closed the door. Before I opened my own, Matt placed his hand on my shoulder, and I turned to look at him.
“He’s got a good supply. We’d be stupid not to use him.” Matt squeezed my shoulder, then stepped out.
I let out a groan. He was right, not that I’d admit it to Callum. I didn’t need him thinking he’d got one over on me.
“Archie’s just text. He said he’s inside.”
Matt grabbed the case of firearms from the boot of the car, and we started to walk towards the lockup.
Archie, the man we were meeting at one of his lockups, was low-level. He’d never bought from us before and could normally be found around Dartford. It should be a straightforward, quick deal. It fucking better be—all I wanted was to get home to Aria. I wasn’t in the mood for shit right now.
We banged on the metal door, and it soon opened. A man, strapped, looked us over, then gave us a nod, allowing us to proceed. My eyes darted around. There wasn’t much in here. A few tables, chairs, and some stacking shelves. It was tiny.
Archie stood there with another man next to him and a duffel bag on the table. Guess that was payment.
“Matt, it’s great to see you again,” Archie said, shaking his hand. His eyes flicked over to Callum and me. “Do my eyes deceive me? Callum Brown and Sebastian Knight together? Word on the street was you two wanted to kill each other.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear,” Callum said.
I mean, I still wanted to kill him. I just couldn’t touch him without running the risk of Aria ever finding out.
“You got what I asked for?” Archie said, rubbing his hands together.
I nodded towards Matt, who placed the three Glock 19s, two Sig Sauer P226S, a Remington 870, and an AK-47 on the table for him to check over. Archie’s smile widened, and he stepped over, picking up a Glock and pulling the barrel back to click it.
“The ammo, extra mags, and suppressors are in the bag, like you requested,” Matt added.
Archie placed the Glock back and picked up the AK, admiring it for a few beats.
“I’m going to have fun using these.” He smirked.
I was sure he was. Just as long as it was nowhere near us, he could do what the fuck he liked. He gave his man a nod, and he started to pack the guns away.
The door slammed shut, and I turned sharply to see two men walking towards us.
Not a good sign.
“I’ve decided I didn’t like the price you were offering,” Archie said.
Was this guy serious? This … nobody thought he could try to do us over?
“The price is fair, Archie. If you don’t like it, then go fucking find someone else,” I warned.
He let out a small laugh. “Sebastian, you’ve been out of the game for a while now. I’ve heard you’ve gone soft.”
I pulled my Glock on him. “Shall I show you how soft I’ve gone?” I said through gritted teeth.
A cold barrel pressed against the back of my head, and I knew then that this was a setup. This fucker wanted the firearms and the money. He had no intention of making a deal. I should have fucking known, but my mind had been elsewhere tonight.
Callum yawned. “God, how original, a setup.” He gave me a subtle nod. A warning. Then—
BANG!
Callum shot Archie in the head.
Spinning around, I disarmed the man behind me, then shot him straight through his chin. The warmth of blood splattered over my face, and I looked down to find my shirt covered in it.
Matt had already taken out the other two.
I turned to see Callum placing his gun back in his holster, as I looked at the men dead on the floor.
“You owe me a new shirt,” I told him.
He left out a breath. “Thanks for saving my life, Callum,” he mocked.
I guess he did just save my life. Which was odd, really, because I was adamant he wanted to kill me, as I did him. Maybe I’d gotten it wrong about him. Maybe he did do all this for Aria. Either way, I wasn’t going to say thank you anytime soon.
“I’m sorry, Sebastian. If I’d known …” Matt trailed off.
“It’s not your fault. It’s that piece of shit who thought he could get away with it.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket, my thumb hovering over the number before I dialled Soran.
“Finished already?” he asked.
“It went the wrong way. The place needs cleaning so there’s no trace.”
“Very well.”
He hung up, and I placed my phone back in my pocket. One of the good things about being back in the Organisation was that, if one needed the other, we were there, and Soran’s services were free—unlike the last time I’d used them, which had gotten me into this entire mess in the first place.