Finally, a few days of waiting passed and Seba called me back. "Hey, I've got good news," he said. "I managed to get the ecstasy you wanted, and it will be ready for pickup tomorrow."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great news, Seba, I'll be there to pick it up tomorrow."

His tone turned serious. "There's one problem, The nameless, I'll be there with my distributor. He's a powerful man, so please be careful around him."

I was surprised by this but quickly realized what it meant. "Hmm, so basically he wants to meet with me and discuss a potential business partnership, am I right?" I asked Seba.

he confirmed my suspicion. "That's what I predicted as well, that bastard is trying to steal my customers from me"

after cursing him, Seba provided me with the exact location and time for our meeting before ending the call.

clearly he did not want me to meet his distributor, but for me, it was a fantastic opportunity to buy ecstasy at a lower cost making my profit larger. after the call with Seba I contacted Eman via text and asked him to meet me in Ipoz to discuss preparations for tomorrow's mission, Upon my arrival, I was taken aback by what I saw: the area was fucking overrun with drug addicts injecting themselves with needles. to be frank i go scared and hid in a corner, immediately calling Eman.

"Yo Dionis I'm near, why are you so fucking impatient?"

"Eman, bring all the boys to Ipoz right now. It's filled with junkies," i said trying to keep my voice down

"So what?, they can do their stuff while we do ours right?"

"No! We haven't been here for a month and junkies are flooding this place. What do you think will happen when more arrive?" I asked him, expressing my concern.

"Umm nothing, what could possibly happen?" Eman asked

"You dumbass the cops will close this place down, i want this place to be our headquarters in the future" i explained

"Ah, alright. I'll call them right away," he said, pretending to comprehend my point.

"Good, hurry the fuck up!" i exclaimed and hung up the phone

As I stood there, the junkies noticed me but for the most part left me alone. However, one of them approached me and gestured for me to sit down on the floor next to him. He appeared to be around 50 years old.

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"Hey there, young man. How old are you? You look quite young," he inquired while injecting heroin into his system.

"Umm hey gramps how are you today ha ha ha" I nervously laughed.

"Don't be so nervous, kid. I won't hurt you. But why are you here?" he asked

"I don't know, to be honest," I replied, trying to find an excuse but failing.

"Hmm, well, it's better for you to leave. This place is hell," he told me in a sadden tone

"Why are you here, then?" I asked, becoming interested in his story.

"It's a long story. You probably won't want to hear it," he said, sounding defeated and almost tearing up.

"No, no. I want to hear it. Please tell me," I urged him.

Okay, as you wish, boy," he said before starting his story. "I was once a happy father and husband, but it was all destroyed by one person," he told me, starting to feel his rage. "Anyways, my daughter who was 19 at that time fell in love with a younger guy than her, his name was Aiden. They would hang out every day after school, and after a year of dating, Aiden proposed to her."

"Isn't that a happy story? Why would you end up here, then?" I asked.

"Let me finish, boy. These happy memories ended one day when I came home from work and found my daughter hanging from the ceiling," he said, his voice trembling.

"What?! Why?" I gasped.

"I fell to my knees and started bawling my eyes out in front of my daughter's corpse hanging. After a few minutes, I regained my composure and noticed my wife in a complete shocked state. I called the ambulance, and both were taken to the hospital. Of course, my daughter, my sweet little daughter, died that day," he continued, crying his eyes out.

"Damn, I'm sorry, gramps," I said sympathetically.

"That's not the end of the story. After my wife was discharged from the hospital, we tried living our life forgetting that my daughter existed, but my wife couldn't accept it. And one day, she hung herself in the same place as her daughter. When I saw the scene, I couldn't keep my sanity together and started screaming my ass off until the cops came and calmed me down."

"Fucking hell, gramps. Why the hell did your daughter kill herself?" I asked.

"I'll explain in a moment, but first let me finish. A few weeks passed, and the funerals for my wife and daughter were held simultaneously. After the ceremony, I stayed behind while everyone left, except for one person - Aiden. He approached me and patted my shoulder, saying he was relieved his wife had died. I was shocked and filled with rage, so I demanded an explanation. Aiden revealed that he had given my daughter cocaine when she complained of a headache, telling her it was medication for pain relief. Over time, she became addicted and couldn't live without it. Aiden did this because he wanted her to be completely dependent on him, and he grew tired of her after a while, stopping the supply of cocaine. As a result, she took her own life, and my wife followed suit soon after. All of this happened because of that bastard, Aiden Krasniqi."

"Krasniqi?! What the hell, Adem had a son all this time? Oh, I'm so sorry, man. That's a fucked-up story. I'll definitely destroy the Krasniqi family for you and for my own gain," I told him.

"Yeah right kid, Just go home already," he replied.

right as he said that Eman and all the boys arrived.

As soon as he finished speaking, Eman and the other boys showed up.