Sebastian
Istepped out of the car. Hassan stood on the port, outside one of his warehouses.
The sweet smell of fizzy cherry hit me as he exhaled a cloud of his vape smoke.
The air was cool as the sea gently knocked against the harbour’s concrete walls.
Ships lined up as containers sat around, waiting to be loaded.
“Pretty quick, thanks to you.”
Hassan had set everything up in Mauritius to get through passport control quickly, and the car he’d hired was marked with a special number plate to let the traffic police know to let it straight through.
“Good, that’s what I like to hear about my country.”
“Where’s Sami?”
“In the warehouse, chained up.” He gestured with his head to follow.
Once my flight had been confirmed, I’d had Hassan keep him at the docks, sorting the shipments, and then chain him up for me when I arrived. Of course, the guy didn’t have a clue, because Hassan was good at staying in the shadows without being seen.
He’d bleed slowly for what he’d done to Hayden.
Inside the warehouse, Sami was dangling from a chain attached to the ceiling, his feet inches from the floor. Dried blood mixed with dirt and sweat stuck to his face. His head slumped to the side, his eyes closed.
“Me and Ali gave him a kicking before chaining him up.” Hassan shrugged.
Ali was his right-hand man, someone else I hardly ever saw.
I picked up the serrated knife and stabbed it straight into Sami’s chest to wake him up. He let out a sharp cry as he panted, trying to suck as much oxygen in as possible.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked him.
He nodded.
“Then you know why I’m here.”
He shook his head.
“So it wasn’t you driving the van that nearly killed Hayden and me?”
“No,” he breathed out, sweat dripping down his face.
“And working with Dante wasn’t you either?”
He shook his head again.
I turned to face Hassan, grinning. “Did you get the wrong guy?”
Hassan let out a silent laugh.
“It wasn’t me,” Sami gasped, fighting through the pain he was in.
I turned to face him again and placed my hand on the knife’s handle. “The thing is, Hassan never picks up the wrong guy.” I slowly started to pull the knife down, gutting his skin open.
His screams were raw, agonising, as they crashed through the warehouse like thunder in the night sky. Red stained my hand from the betrayal that seeped out of him.
I paused. “I don’t take kindly to people lying to me.”
“Please,” he cried. “I had nothing to do with it.”
“Interesting. I’ve got photos of you in the van that hit my car, and Hassan knows you gave Luca’s shipment details to Dante. So, we can do this really slowly, or I can make it quick.”
“I have a family. They need me,” he begged.
“Hassan, find out where his family is.”
Hassan nodded. I wouldn’t touch them. I was many things, but I was not that kind of man, and I never would be. He didn’t know that, though.
“Wait, wait! It was me,” he cried out. “I’m sorry.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“The shipment that’s leaving tonight from here. He knows,” he breathed out.
I looked over at Hassan. “I’ll go sort it.” He left the warehouse.
I pulled the knife down more, and blood started to pool on the floor. His screams bellowed in the silence.
“What else?”
“There’s nothing,” he cried.
“I don’t believe you.”
My hand gripped the knife tighter as I pulled it down further, reaching the top of his stomach.
“Ok, ok, wait,” he begged.
“I’m listening.”
He let out a small laugh as blood splattered from his mouth, hitting my shirt. “Callum told me to keep you here as long as possible.”
I screwed my face at him, confusion running through my mind. “What?”
A sick feeling of dread started to form in the pit of my stomach, fear slithering its way through my veins.
I startled as my phone started to ring in my pocket, and panic ran through me as I stared at Soran’s name on the screen. My eyes darted to Sami, who just smiled at me as I answered the phone.
“Sebastian.” Soran’s voice sounded raspy, like he could barely get my name out. He paused, and in that moment, I knew. “The Organisation … we’ve been hit.”
I swallowed, trying to clear the tightness in my throat. “What do you mean?”
“It was Callum. Callum had the place blown up.” I blinked a few times, trying to process what he was saying. “Sebastian …” My name shook. “Logan was in there.”
My mind started racing, my heart pounding in my ears as a cold sweat washed over me.
“No,” was the only word I managed to get out.
My phone fell from my hand. Tight pains ran through my chest as I tried to take in as much oxygen as possible.
Callum had wanted me out of the country.
He’d been working against me all along.