Raymond's P.O.V

Hugo and Stan went to the back of each van they drove and returned with a box containing the ammunition we were supposed to sell to the men before us.

The young man, who I learned his name was Chris and also the leader, opened up one of the boxes to inspect the guns inside. He smiled when he felt the texture of one of them.

“A shame Dom isn't the one to finalize this sale. This is some good stuff,” said Chris. He picked one of the guns and passed it around for the rest of his men to see.

When they were down, he set back...