Eating on one plate

A black range stopped outside the old warehouse which was painted brown. Alexander with his men stepped out of the car and headed towards the open door.

He pulled a gun from his trousers belt and pushed the door open using his right leg. The door hit the wall with a thud as his heavy boots landed on the tiled floor.

" Keep your guns down before l blow your boss's brain from his bald head." 

The mafia leader said with his head tilted to the left and the corner of his lips had risen into a mischievous smile.

" How rude! I'm not here to cause trouble for your information." 

The bald short man let out a throaty chuckle as he raised his hands in the air to surrender.

" Do you think I'm a traitor? What the hell would l be doing here in the first place? l can see it's still hard for you to trust someone."