CHAPTER 6
MAFIA CITY
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CHAPTER 6
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OAKFALLS.
It was a large room, more like a bar because of the rows of drinks in a long and glassy kind of refrigerator. At the centre of the room was a glassy table shaped in a rectangular form. Four chairs laid on all it sides as a single large bulb was suspended in the middle of the ceiling. Pure and absolute brightness circulated the whole room. On two chairs sat Murphy and Torino with a glass cup filled with wine in front of them. Smoke radiated around them as a cigar was stuck in their mouths.
Total tranquility prevailed in the room. Both men stared at one another with peering gazes. Murphy took a long drag from the cigarette as he retracted the stick from in between his lips. He gaggled the smoke and puffed it out through his nostrils. Finally, he opened his mouth as he let out the remnant of the smoke. He grabbed the cup of wine, he gulped it all in a go.
He hit the butt of the cigar stick on the ash tray which laid at the centre of the table, and dumped the residue of the cigar inside it. He sighed.
"I need your help, Torino."he began as he wore a gentleman look.
He slowly took his right hand down as he grabbed the silvery briefcase which laid beside him. He placed it on the table and moved few strings on it then, it clicked open. Inside the briefcase was fresh mints. Bundles of dollar notes laid calmly inside the briefcase. He turned it around as it faced Torino squarely.
"I want vengeance! I wanna avenge Don Omar."he spoke again.
Torino gulped as the silence in the room lingered. He glanced at the briefcase and let out a chuckle.
He moved his right hand towards it, he closed it up and pushed it back to Murphy.
"Man, you need this shit more than I do. You need plan... Patience and dedication if you wanna have your revenge,"Torino said with his coarse voice. His face had a smile plastered on it.
"... I'm gonna help you up to a stage bro but, until then, hold this cash... When my time's up, you pay me!"Torino asserted.
"I'm gonna make some calls and be rest assured. I've gat ya back. But, for now... I'd say flex on... Make more allies... Bang some honey pots... Earn the trust of more dealers. That's the Mafia's way bro,"Torino said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Murphy chuckled softly as he poured himself wine then, he proceeded to lift the cup to his lips.
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VERRATI'S CRIB, OAKFALLS
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Inside the sitting room, Lorenzo sat on a sofa with a glass of wine in his hand. Opposite him sat Dante, his late father's most loyal man. His exposed arms showed tattoos of different designs drawn on them. He took the cup to his mouth and gulped it all at a go and belched.
His voice sliced the moment. "So you mean papa had a deal with Blake Marshall?"he asked.
Dante nodded affirmatively. "I had an I'll feeling about it, I told him, but he waved it off. He said, since no war it meant there was peace. Trading didn't really mean alliance. Those were his words,"he replied.
Lorenzo chuckled. "Papa can be dumb sometimes. Well, he set the stage for me already."
"I'm pained Lorenzo."
Lorenzo waved his hand. "So, you say, Murphy Jakes landed the deal which dealt a blow to papa?"
"Yeah, they call him, Exterminator."
Lorenzo laughed out loud. "What the hell is he exterminating?"
"Oh boy you have being faraway from home for ten fvcking years. He has been the one subjugating the smaller gangs and expanding Don Omar's dominion. You heard of Zapata Kruger? He's reported to have brought that mighty psycho down with two bullets. He..."
Lorenzo cut in. "Why are you praising him, ugh! I tell you, I know many people that can match him and can bring him the hell down."
"I just wanted to let you know how dangerous he can be."
"Well, I love dangerous people. I roll with lotta them."
"But, there might be a Lil problem..."
Lorenzo raised his brows questioningly.
"...words on the street is that, Macho Marshall, Omar's younger brother took over the gang by killing... Blake."
Lorenzo smiled. "Didn't you say Omar was a father figure to Murphy?"
Dante nodded.
Lorenzo clapped. "That makes it easy then."
Dante gasped. "What! He's obviously furious now."
"Nah, he's weak and it's the best time to bring him down. Emotions controls the willpower."
"And, how do you intend to do this?"
"I have the right person for the job."
"Who?"
"Doom."
Instantly, Dante's face took on a shocked expression.
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A broad smile plastered itself on his face as he handled the steering wheel. Torino's words gave him a spark undefined that he so wished the earth could turn to a spring on which he'd bounce around on in gladness.
He slowed down the car as he swerved expertly into a fenceless building. A two storeyed building. His residence. He finally marched on the break then moved the gear to park. He opened the door and made his way outta the car while dragging the briefcase with him. He pressed the car's remote and the car beeped "locked" then, he proceeded into the house.
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The door creaked softly as he strode into the room. He fumbled for the switch as he clicked it and the once darkness filled room was filled with light. But, he froze.
The briefcase in his hand dropped down as his mouth was opened in shock.
"Wh... What!"he stuttered in exclamation.
On his bed laid a figure. Feminine by shape... The figure was less concerned by the shock she had put him into as she just flicked her long brunette hair and slowly stood up with a grin dancing on her face. Her sea blue eyes glistened in an alluring manner. Her red lips stood firmly pressed against each other in a seductive way. Her chest heaved up and down in a steady manner.
"Hey, handsome..."she spoke, her voice alluring and melodious.
Murphy's facial expression was priceless as he stood there and stared at her in absolute shock. A tinge of annoyance ran through his system.
He growled as he slowly unbuttoned his coat, and asked."Who the fvck are you?"
The coat fell off as a Glock-7 was revealed to be stuck in between his waist and his belt. He slowly dropped his right hand toward it and retracted it then, he in a slow manner raised it up and pointed it at her.
The feminine figure at that moment raised her two hands up in surrender. Yet, her face held boldness.
"I ask again... Who dah fvck are you?"Murphy questioned the second time as he corked the gun.
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SAMETIME SOMEWHERE ELSE, OAKFALLS.
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An helicopter flew into the city as it slowly landed on a secluded spot, a large lawn precisely, inside the wide compound of a mansion.
The engine was 'killed' as the rolling blades slowly stopped.
A figure clad in a black hoodie hopped down from the helicopter. A guitar bag was strapped to his back.
"Murphy Jakes... Where are you?"the figure mumbled as he slowly raised his head up. His black orbs collided with the bright night inside the mansion.
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MURPHY'S RESIDENCE ¶¶¶
"Hey... I come in peace. Torino sent me,"the feminine figure said in one breath still with raised hands.
A shocked look crossed Murphy's face instantly as his eyes twinkled with doubt. At that same moment, his phone rang out. He slowly slipped his left hand into his pocket and withdrew his phone. He swiped the receive icon then, he placed it on his left ear.
"Hello..."he said into the phone while he still had his eyes on the intruder.
A momentary silence ensued as only the breath of the caller was heard by Murphy.
"Who..."Murphy attempted screaming at the caller but, the caller cut him short.
"Chill bro. I guess you've met Mabel, right? She's from me. Told ya I was gonna make some calls, feel me?"Torino's voice echoed from the other side of the call.
"Grrr.."Murphy stuttered in absolute surprise. Before he could comport himself, the call was hung as he lowered his phone. He then looked squarely at the alleged Mabel.
"Who are you?"he questioned for the third time also for clarity.
"I'm Mabel Vladimir by name. A friend of your friend, Torino,"she replied boldly.
Murphy slowly lowered the gun as he tucked it back into his belt. He drew out a pack of cigarette from the chest pocket of his shirt. He took out a lighter from the trouser back pocket then, fixed the stick in between his lips as he lighted it. He returned the lighter and cigar pack back to their positions as he took a long drag, gaggled the smoke and puffed it out at a go. He used his left hand to hold it as he slowly yet expertly took off the sunshades from his eyes with his right hand.
"Welcome mi amigo!"he stated as he took his steps towards the bed in the room. Mabel continually stared at him, each step he took mesmerized her.
As soon as he sat comfortably on the bed, he then slowly assessed her in proper. Starting from her legs. Fair complexion, long legs. A sumptuous Russian hips... Alluring waist then to a protruding front side. He finally got to her face and his heart did stop beating.
Before him was the finest pair of sea blue orbs accompanied by a very pointy nose and a set of naturally red lips pressed against each other. It seemed seductive on it own even without an added effort by her. Finally was her brunette hair which stood as an addendum to her pulchritude. She was donned in a body hugging black gown which stopped barely below her knees and coupled with a pair of white sneakers.
"Don't drool much hommie!"Mabel suddenly spoke up thereby jerking Murphy out of his reverie as he felt embarrassed.
"Oh! My gosh."he exclaimed as he put the cigar back into his mouth.
A light chuckle emanated from Mabel as she walked further toward the door. This single act again caught Murphy who lost himself in staring at her massive backside which jiggled at each of her steps. A slight bulge instantly began to grow in his private region. At that moment, lewd thoughts occupied his mind as he started having series of thoughts on how to bed the new partner.
He shook his head once like one rejecting an offer as he face palmed himself. "Geez! This ain't you Murphy."he groaned as he gulped in saliva.
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Omar's abode which was now owned by his traitor brother Macho was as silent as a graveyard yet, humans were inside it.
In the large sitting room which served as the reports junction was Macho and his accomplice, Rollins; Don Omar's only cousin.
The silence which lingered was torn apart by Rollins' voice which sounded with worry etched on it.
"One week is gone already and no sign of Murphy. I'm starting to feel awful and restless,"Rollins' masculine voice uttered timidly to Macho.
"You dimwit! Are you afraid of that sucker?"Macho queried with a hardened stare.
"No... No... No!"Rollins stammered as he shivered under Macho's stare.
"Better!"Macho said aloud as he sighed.
A bodyguard entered as he bowed.
"Boss. Nairobi, Ricky's right hand man seeks for your audience,"the bodyguard said as he straightened up his posture.
"Lead him in. Time to make some alliance,"Macho spoke with an excited twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes boss,"the bodyguard replied. He exited the room.
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To be continued.