El Ramon was seen seated on one of the white, gold-festooned cushion chairs in his room.
Beside him was his favourite white wolf, and the obedient pet licked its master's feet, as he smoke his cigar. The young master looked forlornly and soliloquize alone. "As indispensable as El Capone's death is, it must not be traced to me."Of course, people will talk.
Not that El Ramon is afraid of people's gossip, they will talk anyway. But being a leader and an ancestor to be, his story must be made to be full of love and compassion for his people, and not for conspiracy and treachery. His hand must be clean, or at least, appear to the public to be!A knocking on the door soon brought the lost man out of his reverie, and he instantly yelled at the one at the door to enter or get lost.
"I'm busy and have no time for palace gossip and chit-chat."A second later, a cowering man walked inside and promptly kneeled in front of the man on the seat.
"So sorry my lord, I want a few minutes with you. You can ask for my head after If my words seemed like a waste of your time."El Ramon glared at the man the way a drunkard will glare at an unfortunate housefly that plummeted into his beer. "You have my ears, now speak."
"I have a friend that works as a bathe-maid with your brother, and she is ready to help us."
"And how will she help us?" A bored voice asked back.
"She will inform us of El Capone's movement, and we can attack him whenever he is not heavily guarded."
"Why will she betray her employer?"
"Because she loves me."
"Love?" El Ramon asked back.
How he hates those four-letter words with passion. Unfortunately, his life evolved around it. He will always remain a slave to his love for supremacy, for his brother's wife, and for more money and wealth that the foreign merchants have to offer."So she is doing this only for love?"
"Yes, she believed if El Capone is out of the way, then we can both get married, and live happily after."
"And you, what did you want?""To marry her, and reasonable wealth that will sustain me and my little family."
"I don't trust her, and as a matter of fact, I don't trust you. But you can go ahead with whatever plan you have, and your desire will be fulfilled if you are truthful, but your head will leave your shoulder if I smell any trap."
"Thank you, sir, no trap, before all gods, I just want to spend the rest of my life with the one I love."
El Ramon dismissed the man with a wave of his hand and watched as he scrambled to his feet, then smirked, as he raced out of his room.
Can he be saying the truth? Could his brother be so gullible as to employ the services of a betrayer? What did the man want?
All these questions raced through his mind, as he sat, and stroked the furs of the quiet wolf.
Some moment later, El Ramon's right-hand man walked into the room to inform his boss of today's schedule.
"We are having a meeting with the Country P merchants today."
"You arrive in time, what is the name of the mafia that just left my presence?"
"Ho, you mean Kurt?"
"Aye, I want him to be watched always."
"Yes, my lord."
El Ramon stood from his seat and walked after his man, and they emerged outside of the palace.
Constructed on a large area of land, calling El Ramon's palace beautiful is an understatement. The building is large and covered almost half of the whole land, and every latest gadget was seen around, awaiting the royal whims.
As for cars, El Ramon loved them, had them in different sizes and shapes, and also own a private jet that he just bought a few days ago.Twenty mafias in their known uniform raced closer at the sight of their master, and they quickly entered the cars in line and drove after the black limousine that is carrying their master away.
After hours of driving, the columns of cars halted in front of a large white building, and El Ramon stepped down in his impeccable white suit, white suede snickers, and a white cowboy cap, walked into the building, and was followed by his loyal bodyguards.
Locating the meeting room was not a problem for the visitors, as this is not their first time coming, so they walked straight and entered the large auditorium.
"Welcome, your highness." The priest let out, standing along with his men, bowed, and smiled as they welcome El Ramon to their midst.
"We are happy that you appear, despite our sudden summon." One among the man let out.
El Ramon walked majestically, and smile back, as the infectious smile of the men captivated him. He went to the chair close to the Priest, sat down, and then gesture to the standing men to get seated.
"May I know the reason for this sudden invitation?"
"Yes, your highness." The priest stood up, bowed, and resumed his speech. "Our farms are getting ransacked and burnt down by your brother."
"I was aware of everything, and I am assuring you that everything will be resolved soon."
"We are not doubting your capabilities, and we are also aware of how strong and fearless El Capone is, we just want you to know we are ready to help in every way." Another man announced.
"Be patient, Augur. My brother will soon be out of the way, you have nothing to fear."
"We need a shipload of opium in three months, how will we get our consignment when they were burning everything up?" The man called Augur asked.
"With due respect sir, we are losing, and need to restrategize before things get out of hand."
"I have a plan and am sure my brother will soon fall into my web." El Ramon said.
"I have transferred a million dollars into your account, and I'm assuring you that more is available, I just want to get my goods in due time." The priest announced.
"Your goods will be protected, and the royal treasury will be supplying half of the opium."
"Will your brother agree to deal with us? The board of trustees will not accept only your signature." Augur asked.
"And we will not be allowed to sail out of the port if your brother refused to sign our documents." The priest let out.
El Ramon waved the men's fear away with his right hand, looked keenly at them, and mumbled. "As long as my brother is alive, our law required our signature, but one of us can sign, only if the other is dead."
"Yes," the men answered back.
"Six months is a long time, and a lot can still happen before then. Mishap happens every day, who knows when one will happen to my brother?"
Kurt was the lovestruck mafia, that fell in love with Ajasa; the bathe-maid of Al Capone. And he was seen walking in a well-crowded environment that served as one of the community markets and fun spots.Dressed in a white T-shirt, blue jeans trousers, and white sneakers, the young and clean-shaven glittered with anticipation at the thought of seeing his lover, after a long time of absence.
A moment later, he appeared close to El Capone's palace gate and walked toward a blind beggar that had been In that position for years, even before the foundation of the palace was put on the soil.The blind beggar, hearing footsteps close to him cried out. "Please help a poor beggar and give him his daily grub."
"I have a message for you!" Kurt whispered, as soon as he stepped close enough.
The blind beggar ignored him and shouted out. "God bless you for your generosity."
Kurt stood and looked puzzled.
He dipped his hand in the pocket of his trousers and brought out a few dollars, then dropped them inside the blind man's bowl, and whispered, "I have a message from Ajasa.""Hush! Johji inn, now." The voice was in a whisper, but to the lovestruck man, it was clear and precise.
Kurt walked off the presence of the blind beggar and turned towards Johji inn.
Luckily for him, it was just a stone's throw from his location, and he quickly strode towards his destination.Reaching the outside gate of the inn, he stepped inside and peeked at the ladies in attendance, and was soon engrossed at the pleasant and welcoming beauties at his front.Johji inn was famous for the abundance of beautiful ladies that serve as sexual attendance and is always patronized by the mafias of both gangs.
A tall and well-shaped lady, with the magical touch of makeup that makes her look extremely beautiful, walked towards Kurt and tried to embrace him, but he hopped off her reach and smirked back at the half-dressed lady, in pants and brazier.As a result of hundreds of ladies that attend to men that patronize this ignoble abode, and because of various types of illicit liquor and drugs, here is always filled with men of shady characters, and spies for different nefarious gangs.
Kurt quickly entered the poorly lightroom that was meant for liquor drinkers and searched for his lover.
Not seeing her, he searched for a chair among the teeming population, found one, ordered a jug of beer, and sat on it, to enjoy his liquor. Suddenly, a lady dressed in a black suit, and a cap that covered her face stooped beside him and whispered into his left ear."Argh."
"Who are you?" Kurt inquired with a snarl.
"El Capone will be going on a mission to the large farm at the hillside tomorrow, and he will be followed by fifty men." The strange lady whispered, stood up, and instantly mixed with the crowd before Kurt could respond to the shock of hearing his lover's voice, from a strangely dressed woman.
Barry was the mafia tailing Kurt, and he had sneaked after him, as soon as he emerged out of the palace gate. Dressed in a turban that covered his head, and a white flowing gown that touch his knees, he went after his comrade and was stunned to see him whispering with the blind man."What the hell, So the blind man is a spy!"
He was tempted to walk close, and snuggle the truth out of him, but his nervousness soon overcome his curiosity, so he sneaked after his subject.
Puzzled for a while when Kurt entered the inn, he quickly walked closer, entered after him, and saw everything that followed after."Who is this strange girl dressed in black, and what did he whisper into Kurt's ear?" Barry asked himself, as he found his way out of the inn that has now become more chaotic when the ladies in attendance caught sight of the arrival of a large column of men in black uniforms, and they all scrambled after their prospective customers.
El Capone was seen in the parlour of his royal palace, and beside him, his red wolf. Dressed in a cowboy cap, a white T-shirt with open buttons, and blue jeans. The young prince looked like a Hollywood actor as his gold medal swayed on his airy chest. Despite his grand look, El Capone wasn't cheerful, and this can be seen from his disgusted frown. Minutes later, his wife strode into his presence, kissed him on the left cheek, and smiled to ease his scowling face. "We will be attacking the foreigner's factory tonight," El Capone smiled and let out. "Yes, I was aware, and I have to confess that I had a bad premonition about this." "You know I have no time for woman intuition and soothsaying." The young prince answered back, stood from his chair, and raised his arms to button his shirt. "I don't want you to go tonight, and I will be happy if your second-in-command will also stay at the palace with us," the beautiful lady in a pink flowing gown and matching white slippers let out
True to Andrea's expectations, El Capone is as furious as a wounded bull in an arena, when he was told of his men's death. He glared at his wife and then asked. "Are you satisfied that the mission failed and my men were slaughtered?" "Dear husband, you should be grateful for my premonition, as am sure I would have been a widow now," Andrea muttered back with a sly grin. "Maybe I could have saved them." "You can't, they were attacked suddenly and your presence won't have made any difference." El Capone looked at his wife with anger for a while, then stormed out of her presence, and was seen shouting orders at his men. Andrea smiled as he stepped out, and was soon lost in thought. "The fish has taken the bait, now I need to plan on how to make use of this." She muttered to herself, and soon stepped after her husband, and saw him discussing with Banjo. "How can they know of our coming, I suspect there is a spy among us!" Banjo exclaimed. "Yes, my men were killed without firi
It was a night, and only the stars in the sky served as a light for the mafias as they sneaked close to their destination. Far off, four men in black uniforms were seen circling a campfire, and the heat from the flame drives their cold away. And at their back, a factory builds in a rectangular shape and covers over half a hectare of land. "Shh," the voice belonging to El Capone whispered. He raise his right hand, point to three of his men, and signal to them to follow him, while others quickly scurried toward the factory, some meters off. The blackwitch mafias were deep in discussions, unaware of the danger in their back. "The sky is getting dark, and the stars are getting chased off by the dark cloud." One of the men on a seat around the fire mumbled. "Yes, it will rain soon." "Our shift will soon be over, and let the rain fall for eternity if it chose after." The third of the men on the seat check the wristwatch in his hand and mumbled out. "Am feeling sleepy, am sure th
Three people were seen in deep conversation, inside El Capone's palace. "El Ramon had employed the services of snipers shooters, and will be distributing them into all the foreigner's farms and factories." Andrea let out. "Really, how did you hear about this?" Banjo asked with an unbelievable gaze. "Walls have ears," Andrea replied, facing El Capone, and said. "You need to plan about this when next you are attacking them." "Yes, we will put this into consideration," El Capone answered back. He looked at his wife for a while, then at his right-hand man, and said. "He is getting desperate, as he needs to get rid of me." "Can't we reason with him, perhaps we may be able to avoid further bloodshed?" Banjo asked with a concerned look. "No," El Capone replied. "Talking to my brother is like talking to a rock, and will yield no fruit." "So what are we going to do? If he is so desperate to get you out of the way, then we must also plan on how to get rid of him." "Leave him, Banjo.
The middle man between the country P merchants and the black ninja assassins is a tall man of over six feet with a barrel chest. And he was seen walking towards Johji inn, as the sun left the sky, and was taken over by the twilight that comes before darkness. Dressed in a white flowing garment and brown leather sandals, the man hummed along without a care in the world. "Keep walking and don't dare turn back," a voice with a feign crisp let out. The man obeyed, walked on, and pretend he wasn't the one addressed. "You want the service of the black ninja?" 'Yes, my client needs your service." "Heard you need ten assassins?" "Aye, the target is important and influential." "The black ninjas charge based on the risk and circumstances of the target, are you ready to pay for the service of ten professionals?" "My client is aware of your reputation and price, we are ready to pay whatever it cost." "Who is the target?" "El Capone." "El Capone?" The voice that answered back sound
To weaken El Capone, the foreign merchants started visiting the royal farms, holding meetings with farmers, and soon convinced them to revolt, and promised more money for their output. Since the royal house is the one regulating the price of opium, the farmers were only given what the house believed it's an appropriate price.So when Priest and his men promised the farmers to double what they were usually paid, their greed take over and riots burst out on most of the farms under the King's control. When El Capone heard of the ongoing riots, he called some of the team leaders among his men and they were seen discussing in the open space before his palace. "Have you all heard about the ongoing riots and strikes on our farms? " Yes." "That's the effect of the poison of the foreigners." "They will all be killed, along with the erring farmers." El Capone smiled when he see the fire in his men's eyes. In truth, he was blessed with faithful mafias who are ready to die for his sake. "
The environment is lively and joyous, and all humans around swirl to the sweet voice of Andrea as she entertained all guests with her music. Her entrail voice soon send all of them into reverie, and they muttered along with her. 'Life is short, unpredictable, and brutalHumans only live for a while, then gone like the morning dew on grassesRich or poor, strong or weak, all fate awaits us allThe King, the prince, and the commonersHumans, aliens, spirits, and beastOne day we shall embark on this journey of no return What will end is our picture on bannersAdieu they will sing, adieu to the departing soulAnd the carcass shall soon be dumped in a six feet holeSo when you are alive, eat, drink, and be merry Cause death may soon sneak on you when you least expectThe agent of dooms has no moral respectHiya ho... No respect. Hiya ho... No respect!' Men in tears wiped it off with the helms of their clothing, and their red eyeballs soon glowed when Andrea switched to a faster tempo
After several more hours of waiting, a letter arrived and the dispatcher quickly ride off, before the guards could respond to his sudden appearance. One of the guards, after checking the sealed envelope promptly hurried inside to deliver it to his boss. "A man on a power bike just tossed this inside the palace," the guard let out, with a bow. El Capone was in his usual melancholy mood, and he peered at his man with a deep scowl. "What's inside?" "A letter, I guess." El Capone looked closer at the envelope in the man's palm, and the logo seemed familiar. "Deliver it to Banjo, and informed him to come to me now." The man nodded once, turned around and soon scurried out of sight. A moment later, Banjo appeared in front of his boss, and the unhappy look on his face is enough for El Capone to know the source of the message. "Am sure it's from your agent, where are my merchandise, and mercenaries?" "They claimed the goods and the men were all ambushed by El Ramon, and they can't