As I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard a notification sound coming from the phone that Liam's men had given me. I immediately felt a sense of unease, knowing that the message could be from Liam himself. I quickly checked the phone, my heart racing with anticipation.
As I opened the message, I was surprised to see a picture of a young boy, looking to be in his early twenties. The boy had a familiar look, but I couldn't quite place him. I studied the picture, trying to figure out who it was and why Liam would be sending me a picture of him.
But as I looked closer, I realized that the picture didn't belong to me or Liam in our early twenties. I had no idea who the boy was or why Liam would be sending me a picture of him. I felt a sense of confusion and unease, wondering what this picture meant.
I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling myself that it was probably just a mistake or a wrong number. But the more I looked at the picture, the more I felt a sense of unease. Who was this boy, and why was Liam sending me a picture of him?
I decided to overlook the message for now, figuring that I would deal with it later. I had to get to work, and I couldn't let this mysterious message distract me. I put the phone back in my pocket and headed out the door, trying to push the image of the boy out of my mind.
As I walked to the construction site, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Who was the boy in the picture, and why was Liam sending me a picture of him? I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to the mysterious message.
When I arrived at the construction site, Alex greeted me with a warm smile. "Hey, Jackson! How's it going?" he asked, as he always did.
I forced a smile, trying to appear normal. "Hey, Alex. It's going well. Just getting ready for another day of work."
Alex nodded, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Great! We've got a lot to do today. Let's get started!"
I nodded, trying to shake off the feeling of unease. I knew I had to focus on my work, and not let the mysterious message distract me. I took a deep breath, and began to work, trying to push the image of the boy out of my mind.
But as the day wore on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Who was the boy in the picture, and why was Liam sending me a picture of him? I knew I had to find out, but I didn't know where to start.
I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to the mysterious message. I knew I had to be careful, and not let my emotions get the best of me. I took a deep breath, and continued to work, trying to push the image of the boy out of my mind.
As the day wore on, I began to feel a sense of fatigue. I had been working non-stop for hours, and I was starting to feel drained. I knew I needed to take a break, and clear my head.
I walked over to Alex, who was taking a break by the water cooler. "Hey, Alex. I'm going to take a break. I need to clear my head."
Alex nodded, his eyes sparkling with understanding. "Yeah, sure thing, Jackson. Take your time. We'll cover for you."
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Alex. I knew I could always count on him to be there for me. I took a deep breath, and walked away, trying to clear my head and shake off the feeling of unease.
As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder what the mysterious message meant. Who was the boy in the picture, and why was Liam sending me a picture of him? I knew I had to find out, but I didn't know where to start.
As I stood at my resting point, taking a moment to collect my thoughts and calm my racing mind, I suddenly heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. I turned to see a sleek black bike come to a stop right in front of me. The rider, dressed in black leather and a helmet, looked at me with a stern expression.
"Get on," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding.
I knew I had no option. This was probably Liam's man, or rather, Victor Martinez's man. I hesitated for a moment, wondering what was going to happen next, but the rider's gaze left no room for doubt. I reluctantly got on the motorcycle, feeling a sense of unease as I wrapped my arms around the rider's waist.
As we drove off, the wind whipping through my hair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. Where was I being taken? What did Victor Martinez want with me? The motorcycle sped through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic with ease. I held on tight, trying to keep my balance as we took sharp turns and accelerated down straightaways.
The rider expertly navigated the streets, taking us on a winding path through the city. I held on tight, trying to keep my balance as we sped along. The wind rushed past me, whipping my hair back and forth, and the sun beat down on my skin. I felt a sense of exhilaration, mixed with fear, as I clung to the rider's waist.
After what felt like an eternity, the motorcycle finally came to a stop outside a nondescript bar. The rider gestured for me to get off, and I complied, my legs shaking slightly as I stood up. I looked around, trying to get my bearings. The bar was in a seedy part of town, the kind of place where only the desperate and the downtrodden ventured.
The rider led me towards the bar, pushing open the door and gesturing for me to enter. I hesitated for a moment, wondering what lay ahead, but the rider's expression left no room for doubt. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, my eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light.
The bar was a dive, the kind of place where the air was thick with smoke and the smell of whiskey hung heavy over everything. The patrons were a rough-looking bunch, the kind of people who had seen their fair share of hard times. I felt out of place, like a fish out of water, as I followed the rider through the crowded main room.
We made our way to a door at the back of the bar, a door that I hadn't noticed at first. The rider pushed it open, revealing a narrow stairway that descended into darkness. "Down here," he said, gesturing for me to precede him.
I hesitated, wondering what lay ahead, but the rider's expression left no room for doubt. I took a deep breath and began to make my way down the stairs, my eyes adjusting slowly to the dim light. The air grew colder and damper as we descended, and I could hear the sound of distant music and laughter.
At the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in a small, dimly lit room. The air was thick with smoke, and the smell of whiskey hung heavy over everything. Victor Martinez, the infamous crime lord, sat behind a large desk, a cigar clenched between his teeth.
"Ah, Jackson," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Good of you to come."
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. "What do you want, Victor?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Victor Martinez chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want, Jackson. You see, I've been watching you. I know all about your little... arrangement with Liam."
I felt a surge of fear, wondering how much Victor Martinez knew. Had he discovered my plan to double-cross Liam? Did he know about the mysterious message I had received earlier?
"But that's not why I've brought you here today," Victor Martinez continued, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I have a little job for you. A package needs to be delivered, and I think you're just the man for the task."
He pushed a small bag across the desk towards me. "Take this home with you tonight. There's a phone number inside. You'll receive further instructions before dinner time this evening."
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. But Victor Martinez's expression left no room for doubt. I took the bag, feeling a sense of trepidation as I tucked it under my arm.
"And one more thing, Jackson," Victor Martinez said, his voice dripping with menace. "Don't even think about trying to cross me. You'll regret it if you do."
I nodded, trying to keep my composure. "I understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.