Mountain Side Deal -1

In the stillness of a mountainside road, surrounded by towering pines and the faint whisper of a distant stream, a black car stopped, and two men stepped out. Both wore black suits and sunglasses, projecting an air of authority and mystery, as if they belonged to something big and secretive.

One of the men, tall and lean, pulled out a cigarette and lighter. As he took a puff, he turned to his companion and said, "So, it seems like we have to wait here for a few hours to meet those bastards again."

"Yeah, why can't they just be on time for once? I had to cancel my date with my girlfriend for this crap," grumbled the shorter, stockier man, his voice echoing off the rocky cliffs that lined the winding, deserted road.

The tall guy glanced around, seeing no one approaching. He turned back to his partner. "By the way, where's that newbie? Why is he taking so long?"

"Maybe he got into an accident or something. You know how clumsy he is. Why did they even recruit such a useless idiot in the first place?" the short guy replied, kicking a loose pebble into the underbrush.

"Yeah... call him and tell him if he doesn't get here in ten minutes, I'll skin him alive," the tall guy said, frustration evident in his voice.

*Ring... Ring...*

After a moment, the call connected.

"H-hello," came a nervous voice, barely audible over the rustling leaves.

"Where the hell are you? Do you even know the agreed time for this deal?" the short guy snapped. Suddenly, the tall guy snatched the phone from him.

"Do you have any idea how important this deal is? If there's any mess, you're the one who is going to explain that to our boss," he said angrily, his voice cutting through the still air.

"S-sorry, sir. I'm on my way. I'll be there in a few minutes," the newbie stammered.

"Make it fast," the tall guy ordered, cutting the call. He then sat back in the car, turning on the air conditioner with a sigh of exasperation.

The short guy checked his watch and sighed wearily. "This is killing me. When are we ever going to get some rest?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're never getting a vacation in this lifetime," the tall guy responded, leaning back and closing his eyes for a moment.

Working in a gang or any such organization meant they had to be ready at all times, dropping everything to follow orders from higher-ups. Even if it was the middle of the night or they were in the middle of something important, they had to respond immediately or face serious consequences. The organization was filled with people who would do anything to curry favor and look good to the bosses, so slacking off was not an option. But with the high risk and pressure came significant rewards, which was why Victor had decided to join them.

After ending the call, Victor sighed as he looked at his phone. He thought of his father, who was in the hospital, and the bills that needed to be paid. Victor's father had heart disease and, as a cleaner, didn't earn much. Despite being diligent, the money wasn't enough. Victor was in college, but after learning about his father's condition and the need for a large sum of money for surgery, he decided to take this job when he received an offer from a senior who had graduated before him. The main reason was that he was good at fighting.

Victor was neither a thug nor a bully; he simply enjoyed competition and saw fighting as a sport. Though he didn't like the idea of working in this capacity initially, he had chosen this path for his father's well-being. He lied to his father, claiming he had secured a job as a driver for a big shot, with good pay, so his father needn't worry about hospital and living expenses. His father had been happy to hear this, but Victor felt terrible for not telling the truth.

He sighed deeply, recalling the recent events in his life, then started the car and drove out of the underground parking of a large building. The streets were mostly empty, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the asphalt. As he navigated through the city, his mind wandered back to the days when his biggest worry was passing his exams. Now, he was entangled in a dangerous game, all for the sake of his father's health.

Victor arrived at the mountainside road, the black car already visible in the distance. He parked a few meters away and quickly approached the two men. The tall guy stepped out of the car, glaring at him.

"You're late," he said coldly.

"Sorry, I got held up in traffic," Victor mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

The short guy chuckled mockingly. "Traffic, huh? In this part of town? Save your excuses, kid."

Victor clenched his fists but said nothing. He knew better than to argue. The tall guy took a final drag from his cigarette and flicked it away.

"It won't happen again," Victor replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

As they were saw determination in victor's eyes they let it go. And decided to wait for other party to come.

[A/N: Total words counts- 893] 😎🔥