CHAPTER 5
MAFIA CITY
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CHAPTER 5
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HOURS LATER¶¶¶
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MURPHY'S POV
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'Gbaaahhh!'
It resounded as I collided face first with the tiled floor of the hell hole I was locked in. Two guards had come to loosen the rope and they added wickedness.
I gulped in air as my eyes stared at the floor. My shadow reflected as the brightness which was generated from a single large bulb lighted the whole place.
"Stand up. Exterminator." One of them ordered as a boot collided with my belly. I let out a groan as I coiled up. I rolled over as my eyes stared at the bulb. I felt void and lifeless as I had a reminisce of what my eyes beheld few moments ago; possibly hours ago.
Why? Why had Macho done that? Why was Don Omar careless? Why did he have to die just when I hit a successful mission? After my suspicions which I told him of, why didn't he make a 'dig' into the matter? Why? Why? Why?
My heart bled as every of our moments replayed in my mind. Where he met my lonely and lost self trash the asses of some thugs after I entered depression over my mother's death.
He offered me his card.
Since then, here I am. He trained me to become this hitman I was. Damn it!
"Hey..."one of the men hit me with his boot again.
"Are you dead? Stand up dude." He uttered with mockery very vivid in his tone.
I clenched my fists as those words pierced deep into my soul. This mamafvckers were among those whom Omar had helped in life. What a betrayal! My heart clenched in fury as I slowly pushed myself up on my elbow.
"Dude's weak... Haha! Shitty Exterminator! Haha!"they both chorused and laughed heartily in mockery.
I pushed my broken self up on my knees followed by my two palms on the floor as I slowly and steadily straightened up, standing in an upright manner. A frown graced my face as I stared at both men.
"I swearogawd! Imma slice ya testicles and feed it to a dawg... You traitors!" I uttered as I felt my blood pumping hard... My breathe heavy and hot as I restrained myself from slapping them.
I tore my eyes away from them as I walked forward. They were dumbstruck as they continuously gaped at me with eyes filled with shock.
"Won't you dummies lead the way? I'm damn sure that Macho wanna see me, right?" I voiced as they jerked awake from their reverie. They cleared their throats in unison and walked forward.
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The large door at the entrance creaked softly as I was 'marched' into the large living room where I usually reported my duty to Omar. On the throne like chair sat the imp... Pipsqueak... Nincompoop! Gawd! He sat chiefly with a wide grin on his face. A figure was standing beside him.
What?
My eyes must be deceiving me!
Rollins?
What the hell!
An unknown chill ran down my spine as I shivered slightly.
My frown from earlier deepened as my brows were furrowed in 'alarm.'
"Welcome, Exterminator! I shall go straight to the point," Macho said with his demonic voice.
"Yeah azzhole... Spit ya shit!" I responded with disgust.
His grinning face darkened at once as he slowly arose from his seat. His 6''3 figure towered over me. His stupid biceps clung to the sweatshirt he was donned in.
"You fvcking said what?" He queried with a yell.
Yeah that's it. The animal he is.
"I said... Spit ya shit! Capish?" I fired at him with my frown unwavering yet I wiggled my brow tauntingly.
He made to rush at me perhaps, he actually did; he aimed a punch at my head but, I held his fist in the air. He substituted the second one which I blocked again. I tilted my head sideways as I jerked his hands away.
"I do not owe you my loyalty!" I uttered grimly. My frown softened.
He backed me for few seconds then, he turned around as he gazed at me.
Gosh! Why I'm I still here?
"As the new Don... I demand your respect accompanied by your loyalty," he said again authoratively.
I scoffed.
"I'll rather bow to a pig than a moron. Who made you the Don?"I said as I pointed my finger at him.
I looked around as I scoffed.
"Absolutely no one but ya self. Look here dude, I do not owe you my loyalty. As Exterminator... I only owe Don Omar my loyalty. That shit ain't for mamafvckers like you."
I turned around. I then took my steps forward and exited the room, I could feel his killing stare boring deep into my back.
"Calm down Macho!" Rollins' voice said to him.
"Don't fvcking tell me to calm down!" I could hear his voice scream as I finally exited the room... I swear he could have gunned me down but he still thinks I'll come back.
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Murphy stood under the shower as the cold water drizzled on him. He sighed terminally with his hands on the wall. For more than ten minutes he stood there before he switched it off and stepped into the room with a towel around his waist.
He went into his closet and dressed up. Coming out, he was clad in a black sweater over a black chinos trousers and a pair of black boots. A black face cap was in his hand, he wore it and released a heavy sigh.
He walked towards the bed and picked his phone. He unlocked it, swiped through the contacts and dialed a number. It rang for few seconds and the recipient answered the call.
"Gray, I got package to deliver, are you available?"he spoke into the phone.
"Ahh, Murphy, been awhile. Since you removed Veratti, you've gone undercover, hehe!"the receiver replied.
Murphy bit his lips as he restrained himself from cursing.
"Gray, I'm in need of cash, I got package do you have the mints?"
"Oi, tough now, ugh? Well ride into the den, I'm ever ready."
"I'm on my way,"Murphy said and hung up the phone.
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ONE WEEK LATER¶¶¶
The moon shone in all it glory as it accompanied the numerous stars in illuminating the calm yet chilly night.
From an bird's eye view; the outline of the city could be seen as tall mansions and the dwarf-like ones all shone as a result of the uninterruptible electricity which "ravaged" the whole city of Oakfalls: a kingdom or perhaps an empire of crime.
A black Mustang could be seen on the highway with the wheel spinning as it sparkled in great form due to the effect of the starry night as well as the ever bright street lights which shone undisrupted.
In few moments, the car came to a halt in front of a two-storey building then, the door slowly opened. The occupant of the car stepped down slowly. A foot donned in a black combat boot first hit the ground followed by the slow raising of a head covered by a black Mexican hat. The next foot followed as the figure finally roused up. It was a manly figure who had a black suit clinging to his biceps. A cigar stuck out of his mouth as smoke slowly yet steadily danced as it twirled out and around it.
His head was bent as he withdrew his right hand from inside the car and a silvery briefcase was extracted. He raised his left foot up then used it to push the car's door making it click shut. He dropped his left hand inside his left pocket as he raised his head up. On his eyes was a dark circular sunshades. A smirk graced his face in sync too as he marched forth.
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The silence in the long and dimly lit hallway had an everlasting feel as the only sound which could be heard was the echo of an approaching figure, the marching sound of the shoe continuously tore the silence apart in a sequential way.
From the last edge of the way was a figure standing as smoke danced around him. In a well rehearsed manner, he flicked his right palm as the lights came on bright. Then, the approaching step's echo subsided and, silence prevailed in the room.
The latter figure slowly raised his head up as his long silky dark hair moved with him. Finally, he had his head up as he smiled brightly.
"Good day Murphy,"he said as his voice came out in a coarse manner.
"Long time bro..."the former figure who was now revealed to be Murphy reciprocated the greeting.
"... No see. I'd prefer you call me Torino... Exterminator!"the figure replied.
"Asshole!"Murphy mumbled as he nodded his head in affirmation.
"I heard that jerk... Sorry about Omar... What do you need?" Torino spoke with an annoying pace.
"Fvck you Manny... Will I be talking to your mamafvcking dumbass on a standing posture... Where are your manners?"Murphy said with a grin and a feigned angry tone.
"Sorry... I lost it to marijuana,"Torino replied cockily with an annoying smirk playing on his cheeks. He turned around with his back facing Murphy.
Murphy sighed exasperatedly as he tapped his left foot on the floor in an annoyed state. A light chuckle escaped Torino's lips as he spoke.
"Follow me now, we've got short time to discuss dude,"he said firmly as he took a step forward as the lights began to go off sequentially.
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•••BELIAH TOWERS•••
|COLOMBIA|
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It was day time in this side of the world as loud honks and continuous hoots of cars, trucks, Lorries and buses rent the air apart.
The hustle and bustle slowly began to subside as darkness steadily set in as the moment for the criminals' business came on.
Inside a ten storeyed building, it was a dimly lit room, a man donned in a black, long and flowing attire stood with his back against the view of anyone looking at him. The attire gave him a demonic look as diamond stones stuck on it thereby making it sparkle. He was the epitome of filthily wealthy and deadly.
His eyes wandered through the city as the lights reflected through the glass he was peering through.
A creak sound was heard, a figure stepped in. After three steps, the figure stopped. The former figure slowly turned around.
"Moscov, you have a task to accomplish..."he spoke calmly yet, his tone sounded as if he was everywhere inside the room.
The latter figure bowed. "I am at your service Lord Beliah!"Moscov responded aloud.
Beliah sighed, he nodded with a light smile.
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To be continued.