CHAPTER 11

MAFIA CITY

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CHAPTER 11

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¶OAKFALLS¶

MURPHY'S RESIDENCE:

On his bed, Murphy sat down with a cup in his hands. Obviously, he'd just taken water. He sighed as he placed his left hand on his forehead. Torino stood beside the bed with his hands crossed across his chest and his gaze wandered about—on Murphy's huge frame.

Oliver was still sitting on a stool, he had his hood on. Mabel was standing hands crossed across her chest thereby pumping up her melons this gave her a hot look.

Murphy cleared his throat. "For how long was I out?"he asked no one in particular.

"Six hours."Mabel answered.

"Shit!"Murphy said, he groaned.

"So, do you mind telling us how someone whooped your ass?"Torino asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Murphy rubbed his forehead softly as everything rushed back to him and he couldn't help feeling devastated.

"Whatsup bro, talk mehn,"Oliver chipped in.

Murphy sighed. "Dude appears out of no where... I wasn't even aiming at having an encounter with some psychopath assassin, I was caught off guard... He said his name is doom, I saw Emerald-green eyes... That was all I heard before I was knocked out,"he said.

The crew gasped. "You said Doom? Emerald-green eyes?"Torino asked for clarity.

Murphy raised his head up and stared at him. He nodded. "Any prob?"

"Yeah! A big one."Mabel said.

"Dennis Zakarayah AKA Doom is an expert assassin and he's got a personal beef with me,"Torino replied.

He let out a sigh then smiled. "Maybe it's just the right time to set the records straight."

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¶Evening¶

|DOWNTOWN HIGHWAY, OAKFALLS|

|ROLLINS' PUB|

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A car swerved into the parking lots as it came to a halt immediately. From within, a figure stepped out of it. Clad in a brown shirt over a pair of black trousers and a brown sandal. Gelled hair with a black sunshades on, it was Macho. He sighed as he took gentle strides to the internals of the pub.

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The only sound which prevailed over the deafening silence was the continuous 'tick-tock' of the silvery wall clock which was hung inside the large office belonging to Rollins.

Behind a fine desk was Rollins. He eyes were fixated on Macho who sat opposite him with a grim expression.

"We need to talk,"said Macho. He sank into the chair and let out a heavy sigh.

Rollins blinked as he nodded. "Go on, I'm all ears,"he replied.

"Zapata wants to take over Omar's crib,"Macho said, straight to the point.

"What?"Rollins' voice rang out in surprise. The shock made him to stand up from his seat at unimaginable speed. "If that happens, we'll be doomed. Murphy's still out there and we are oblivious of any shit he's cooking now this?"

Macho sighed exasperatedly, "You gat tequila? I wanna clear my mind. It's suffocating already,"he said.

Rollins' hands rested on the desk before him as he stared in pain. His gaze became piteous as reality dawned on him. He punched the desk in anger, he groaned. "Bullshit!"he said.

Macho's voice was laced with frustration as he yelled. "You gat tequila?"

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MURPHY'S RESIDENCE:

A belching sound could be heard as the sitting room came into sight. Murphy was seated on a cushion with an energy drink's bottle in his left hand. He had his head slung backwards with his eyes closed in deep meditation.

It was the creaking of the door which geared him out of his reverie. If it hadn't came. He was slowly sinking into depression as everything still looked like a dream to him.

He sniffed as he balanced his posture. A tear slipped out of his eye.

"Hey man, are you crying?"Mabel's alluring voice stole into the moment.

The shuffling of her footsteps resounded as she made her way toward Murphy.

Murphy shook his head. He gritted his teeth. ''Shit!"he mumbled. He sniffed again. "No, I'm not..."

Mabel smiled. She finally got closer to him as she sat down beside him. "I know that feeling of loosing a loved one. It hurts... You've been holding it in for long Murphy, let it out man... Don't prove manly but die inside... Let it out... Scream if you wanna do so,"she said.

Murphy shook his head stubbornly. "Told you I ain't crying already. It's just..."he was saying when his lips suddenly gave way. A sob escaping his throat as the tears gushed out.

"...it hurts Mabel... It hurts."he admitted as he screamed out in pain. His heart ached...his head was slung forward as he cupped his forehead with his palms.

"Cry it out Murphy... Scream."

That did it!

The tempo with which he screamed increased as he cried. His body shook.

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ROLLINS' PUB:

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"... If I had known, I wou-ould not have agreed to the deal..."Macho mumbled drunkily. He lifted the glass cup to his lips as he gulped in its content at once. The hot stuff burned his throat but, he cared less. On the desk, one could see two empty bottles of tequila and a half-finished one too.

Rollins kept staring at him as he twirled a tequila-filled glass cup in his hand. His eyes spoke one word, 'REGRET!'

"It's falling apart now... He takes over, I become the puppet,"Macho spoke.

Rollins sighed exasperatedly. He sipped his drink as he gasped out. "We can't keep on brooding on this matter bro."

Macho paused his speech as he stared at Rollins with his blurry sight. "What do you have me do?"he asked.

Rollins dropped his cup on the desk as he sat properly on his swivel chair. "We p..."

The door creaked open instantly as a strange figure donned in red tuxedo stepped in uninvited. Black long hairs danced on his shoulders coupled with a beautiful black sunshades which adorned his fair complexion. "If I were you, I wouldn't finish that statement... Dear,"he said with a domineering aura.

Rollins' eyes widened in shock as well as Macho whom the figure's cologne filtered into his nostrils.

"Zapata!"both of them screamed.

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Murphy sniffed as his tears ceased to flow. He sniffed again as his heartbeat began to calm in a steady pattern.

Mabel who had her left hand on his back patted him lovingly as she spoke. "How do you feel now?"

Murphy smiled softly as he raised his head up. He took his time before he replied, "I feel good... Better!"

That same moment, the door to the sitting room creaked open as Oliver and Torino stepped in.

"Whoa! What did we miss?"Torino asked. A mischievous twinkle graced his face as he winked at Mabel.

"Nothing pokenoser,"Mabel replied fiercely.

A smile crept up Murphy's face.

Torino raised his hands up. He smiled. "Aiit!Executioner,"he said. He moved his eyes over to Murphy and gasped. "Whoa! Were you crying, Manny? Sup?"

Murphy smiled at him. "No Biggie bro,"his voice was soft.

"Are you sure?"

Murphy nodded affirmatively.

"Guys, we got a prob,"Oliver spoke thereby cutting short the moment.

Everyone except Torino turned their heads at him expectantly.

"What's it?"Murphy asked.

"Well, it seems... Macho ain't the villain here,"Oliver replied.

"What? Are you tryna mess with me?"both Murphy and Mabel asked the same time.

Oliver shook his head negatively as he moved to a cushion so as to sit down. "No, I can't."

"Then, why tell me this shit when it's glaring that the motherfvcker is the VILLIAN?"Murphy said with a glint of anger.

"Will you listen to me before yelling?"

That statement infuriated Murphy as he made to unleash his anger on Oliver but, Torino quickly got in the way.

"You gotta unleash that silly anger on Zapata and Doom when you meet bro,"said Torino.

Murphy froze instantly. His eyes widening in surprise. "Zap what?"he asked, awe-struck.

Oliver stared at him weirdly, "Zapata Kruger."he repeated.

Murphy's feet shook as he lost balance. He raised his left hand up with his right hand holding his forehead, a tempest raged in his head. He slowly fell back into his seat as his breath became laboured.

Suddenly, he screamed as he clasped his head, he fell down—slipping into unconsciousness again.

The Mabel and Oliver gasped. They exchanged shocked glances before they swiftly carried Murphy up and placed him on a cushion.

"What happened again?"Mabel asked. Concern was prominent in her voice.

Torino shook his head. "Obviously, he's got a past with Zapata which seems to cause him fear."

Mabel's eyes popped out in shock. "Fear?"

Torino smiled. He said, "What are we humans for, are we robots? Of course, one should fear a psycho like Zapata. He's unpredictable."

Mabel stared at Torino with weird eyes. "You seem to know more about this dude?"

Torino sighed. He nodded.

"Hey, will you two stop this talks won't you take him up to his room? You gotta administer something on him, right?"Oliver said from where he sat.

Torino glanced at him and gulped.

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To be continued.