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Amongst Family, Friends and Enemies.
Uncle Kasali's men returned fire, but the enemy had the numbers. It wasn't long before we started to get casualties. They retreated into the farmhouse and we were all trapped. Before the situation got worse, I picked up my cell phone and made a call, something I should have done before trouble found us, but in this business, you never know who the hell to trust. People would switch up on you at any time, especially when you're in the way of their ambitionns. Honor among thieves is an illusion that would get you killed quickly, betrayal was so common it would be stupid not to expect it from everyone you deal with... I learned that the hard way.
"Bandey and Morgan are down, Kasali! We didn't sign up for this much heat," one of the men shouted. He appeared to be the leader.
"Well, isn't that the way this shit work, Mickey? Quit sounding like you're doing this for free, I am paying you to be here, Kasali screeched back at him. Both men appeared demoralized, the fight was
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