CHAPTER 10
MAFIA CITY
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CHAPTER 10
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GENG 15 BASE, VERRATI'S CRIB
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A red 2017 Toyota Camry came to a halt in front of a two storeyed building. A figure stepped out of it, clad in black attire with long black hairs and a black sunshades masking his eyes. It was no any other person than Doom. The stranger who whooped Murphy's ass.
He exhaled aloud as he jammed the car door close. Then, he proceeded into the magnificent building. The building which was formerly owned by the late mafia boss, Jace Veratti but, now passed unto his son Lorenzo Ashton Veratti, 30. A man who was said to be more brutal than his father. Obviously, he'd employed Doom's service so as to avenge his father's death.
The 'koi koi' sound of Doom's combat boots which kissed the tiled floor ripped apart the ominous silence which existed in the hallway. Every nook and cranny was illuminated by bulbs; bright white bulbs.
He(Doom) got to a door which he pushed open then proceeded further. The bodyguards loitered around with ever alert senses.
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The door to a room creaked open as Doom entered. The office had a beautiful structure which would have deceived you to believe this was a legal organisation. Behind a desk sat a blue eyed oval faced and pink lipped man with a curled brown hair who had an unlit cigar stuck in between his lips. That was Lorenzo Veratti.
A broad smile graced his face as soon as he saw Doom enter the office. "How was it?"he threw at the hitman.
Doom gave no response as he neared him and took the cigar from him then picked a lighter with which he lighted the stick and put it in his mouth. He took a long drag, used his free hand to remove his sunshades thereby allowing his emerald coloured eyes to glow. He puffed the smoke out. "Too easy,"he responded to Lorenzo's initial question.
Lorenzo suddenly stood up. Quite shocked. "Are you kidding me?"
"Well, do I seem like I am?"
A broad grinned stole his face at once as he chuckled. "Now, his Doom is here,"he said aloud and happily.
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|FEW HOURS LATER|
MURPHYS RESIDENCE:
The continuous 'tick-tock' of the wall clock was the only sound which ripped apart the pin drop silence which has enveloped the room. The crew; Torino, Mabel and Oliver all sat on stools beside Murphy's bed on which he was laid. Their gazes lingered on the gentle rising and falling of his chest which showed he was breathing. But, his consciousness was far from the world.
"He ought to be up by now?"Torino uttered impatiently. His face been crossed with a scowl. His forehead crumpled in worry.
Mabel peeked at him. "Calm down Tory... He's gonna wake up soon"she said, "I just wonder who could have broken Murphy's record by whooping him mercilessly... The ever gallant Murphy Jakes!"
She shook her head.
Oliver was silent as he stared at Murphy's weak self. 'Whoever that trashed Murphy this way was surely dangerous...'he thought.
The sunray suddenly penetrated the curtains as if it was just rising. This did signify that it was still day time. The room was silent again as the 'tick-tock' of the clock prevailed again.
A soft groan sounded as Murphy's fingers twitched...
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FLASHBACK:
A figure clad in an hoodie over a black jean trouser stood before a gigantic gate as he stared at the card in his hand. He looked up again to confirm the number on the gate and that of the card.
He sucked in a deep breath as he knocked on the gate but, to his greatest shock, the gate slid open on it own accord. He was stunned as he gawked at the interior of the building's external part. Expensive cars parked all around in the wide yard. He proceeded into the compound. Opposite him, a man with an AK-47 strapped to his neck marched at him and he immediately stood, rooted to a point.
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He trailed behind the man who had the rifle with him. His eyes traveled around as he caught every detail he came across. Heavily armed men, bright bulbs, beautiful wallpapers of rockstars and popstars. Finally, they went through a large entrance and they burst into a well furnished living room. Wealth pervaded the air with it's scent as he stood on a spot.
Somebody cleared his throat and he was jolted back to life. He slowly raised his head and looked forward, on a loftily placed throne-like seat was a figure clad in a black sweatshirt. His grey beards shimmered under the bright lights.
"You finally came,"the man said.
He stared at him, his gaze narrowed as he came to terms with the fact that's been laid bare to him. He stretched his right hand forward with his index finger pointed out, his face was widened with an ajar mouth. "Don Omar?!"he exclaimed.
The figure rose up from the LOFTY seat. A chuckle found it's way out of his lips. He shrugged. A smile perched on his middle-aged face. "In flesh and blood."
"So...y-you weren't fake that night?"the younger figure said. His tone held surprise. Here he was—his eyes still couldn't believe it—standing before the popular mafia boss.
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OMAR'S CRIB:
The atmosphere in the gigantic mansion was tensed as everyone was worried. It felt like a dream which they had to wake up from as they wondered who could have perpetrated such act with no traces left behind. Inside the sitting room, Macho Axel Marshall could be seen pacing to and fro the silent room as Rollins Marshall kept a straight gaze at him.
They had woken up that day to find dead bodies of about a dozen men laid sprawled out on the ground. Now they kept wondering who really did it.
"It must surely be Murphy. That sucker! It's him of a surety,"Macho said while gritting his teeth in fury.
Rollins peered at him. "You can't come to conclusion yet Macho. No evidence, and the Murphy that I know loves to leave evidences and traces... Think deeply, it could be some rival group,"he said.
"No! No fvcking rival. Even after Omar's death... No body wanna rival me. No fvcking body,"Macho said as he clenched his fist. The thought of it alone was making crazy.
"Think deeply man, don't be rash..."
Macho drove his hands into his hair as he ruffled it. "Oh! My gosh."
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|COLOMBIA|
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Lord Beliah sat majestically on a gold overlaid chair. The room was illuminated by the bulbs inside a chandelier which was hung at the middle of the ceiling. His blue eyes shone while he had a glass of wine in his left hand and a smartphone held in the other.
The door to the room slowly creaked open as the shuffling of footsteps rang out. A pair of shoe continuously kissed the floor. Lord Beliah stared at the approaching figure who was donned in a black tuxedo with a black sunshade on him.
A sly smile radiated on his lips.
"Carlos Miguel Andreas!"the figure called as he halted his steps few meters from Lord Beliah's seat.
Beliah gave a deep chuckle. "You wandered back into the pack brother,"he said.
The figure smiled broadly as he removed the sunshades from his eyes, his eyes were black in colour as his curly hairs sat elegantly on his head. His skin was fresh and glimmering.
He walked to a nearby cushion and sat down in a relaxed manner. "How have you been, Beliah?"he asked.
Lord Beliah grinned as he took a sip from his wine. He sighed as he stared at the man. "Cut the game Marcus. Yunno I run Ràpe city... You did your findings already... Hit the nail on the point man,"he said.
"You flatter me too much Beliah..."
"That's your business but, you and I know that you are not called the Digger for nothing. I knew your capability when we were together not until you went... Saint. Marcus."
"Well, that was then bro. Thing's changed, I'm changed so..."
"Then, why wander back?"
"Because, I needed to. That I left doesn't mean I didn't continue my job. You should know but, I couldn't just engaged fully anymore and you wanted full-time men..."
Lord Beliah sighed as he nodded affirmatively to his words. "Yeah, I remember and I know."
"Cool. Zapata Kruger... Is back and..."Marcus was saying as Lord Beliah cut in.
He rose up in shock, his eyes were widened. "What?"he uttered.
Marcus nodded slowly so as to affirm his claim.
"When...? How...?"
"Well, two years ago. He had been studying your moves for long. Shocker! He has Macho Marshall's allegiance, so, practically... He was behind Don Omar's elimination and..."
"...and he wants me off the way too!"Lord Beliah cut in. Marcus nodded affirmatively.
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To be continued.