Only a fool will be sleeping when his or her house is on fire. El Ramon is no fool, and this is the reason why his eyes are unblinking as he welcomed Banjo into his parlour.After the usual salutation, the sleepy-looking mafia was permitted to seat down."You have my ears.""He left the palace, went to his house and spend an hour inside, emerged later and went into Johji Inn. And it was very late in the night when he left the Inn.""He didn't come to the palace, so I assumed he went back to his house.""No. He waddled inside the heavy rains for hours and was followed by my men who lagged some feet away.""Be quick. Where did he go after leaving the inn?""Towards the end of the city.""And then what?""Nothing.""What did you mean by nothing?""He arrived beside a burnt down house, gaped at it for a while, then walked back into Johji Inn and he is sleeping inside the liquor section as we are speaking.""When was the house burnt down?""Just of recent. The ashes were still fresh and s
The journey to their destination was fast by driving, and the team arrived in a few hours, disembarked and spread across the deserted mass of land."This is the place where he stand and gawked at the ruin of that building.""Check and look for any item that can reveal the identity of the owner of this place."Apart from the Prince, none of the mafias knew what they were searching for, and this made them unearth several burnt gadgets, showed them to the prince, and then looked more puzzled when he shakes his head sideways in response."Where did this path leads to?""To the end of the island. It is an uninhabitable area of rocky land and a dangerous creek. And if we turn left then we will be heading towards the dark witches' village.""Let's drive there."The men breathed with relief when they were ordered to leave their blind search, and they immediately hopped into the trucks and sped out of sight. The route was barely passable, filled with erosion water and a slippery slope, and th
The dark witches were associated with evil, even before the reign of El Guje. And this was part of the reason why El Ramon was filled with anxiety as he alighted from the vehicle and was followed by his armed-to-the-teeth mafias."This place is filled with lots of bandits. Protect our prince with your lives." This order from the general is quite unnecessary because most of the bandits were probably shivering in their hideaways at the sight of the heavily armed mobs. And except for the sound of the rodents who scurried out of sight, the cock-a-doddle-do of the birds calling to their mates and the chirping of the insects searching for their breakfast, only the sound from the footsteps of the mafias seemed to be the disturbance to the serenity of that expanse forest. Moments later, the group arrived at the entrance of the dark witches' village, and all who set eyes on them scampered to the safety of their rooms. "Why are they running helter-skelter?" "Their previous experience in the
The coronation proceeds the following day, and the wedding ceremony takes place three days later. Unfortunately, only one of the two suitors got married, while the other man was chained inside one of the cells in the dungeon. "Tell me how you start the fire that prompt your escape." "I send them out of the house with my continuous nagging and after hearing them lock the door at the other side, I raced into the kitchen, connect their oven to the socket and poured lots of dried papers inside. Then I dragged the cylinder of gas closer, lose it, and then hide inside the large freezer by the wall far off." "You take a great risk. What if you were burnt to death?" "He planned to kill me after all, so I decided to take my fate into my hands." "What happened afterwards." "I had drenched clothing with me, tied it over my nose, and then sneaked out of my hidden places. Since I had been in darkness for a long time, I can see two men searching blindly for me, so I jerked up a heavy rod and w
El guje was seen in a spacious parlour befitting a mafia king. Golds festoon all the furniture and on the walls were different jewels and ornaments. Two huge ancestry wall-clock were hung on the doorpost in and out of the magnificent building. El Guje lives in luxury, which can be seen flat from his royal look. Average in size with a flabby nose and appropriate mouth and a pot belly that must have resulted from excessive consumption of beers. El Guje rules his franchise with ruthlessness and rigidity expected of a Mafia king. He was seen emerging from the bathroom where he had been bathed and dressed by his palace bath maids. Wearing green regalia decorated with shining gold buttons, white baggy trousers, and a matching crocodile skin ankle shoe. On his short left hand is a big diamond and a gold chain with ruby stone adorns his thick neck. Despite the opulent look of El Guje, he gawks forlorn in deep thought. "You looked bothered." Lady Cinder said. She looked young and beauti
El Guje sat inside his new Volkswagen beetle along with his wife, lady Cinder, driving by his personal and most trusted driver. He looked at the vast land in the western and southern regions of the island. As far as his eyes can see, and beyond, this is a legacy left to him to be bestowed upon his children. The land, the castle, the opium, and the people in it. Before all gods, he had vowed to pass this on. All the wealth accumulated so far is more than enough for the unborn generation. He looked lovingly at his beautiful wife who had stuck with him through thick and thin, always obedient and never for once challenged his decision. Their life together had been of roses and little thorns. Together they increased the wealth of the family and secured the future of their twins. His being the foreman and his wife is his most trusted and dependable assistant. Suddenly the car swerve to the left of the freeway, loud noises of iron grinding on gravel were heard, and the two front tires
Breeze they say spreads bad news faster than good ones. Town people had already gathered around the burnt car and the corpses interred inside. The fire had been quenched and those inside are unrecognizably burnt. The teeming crowd partway for El Capone and his gang to get closer to the burnt car. El Capone strode closer and looked grimly. No doubt, it belongs to his royal majesty. He bought it a few days ago. A minute later, one of his gang members rolled two tires that had flown out when the bolts were off the rims. "Someone must have removed the bolt that held the two front tires" El Capone murmured in a whisper. Andrea nodded in agreement, realizing the tight situation this calamity has thrown the royal household. Any news of saboteurs will reduce the inflatability of the ruling mafia family. This is better to remain an accident as far as the ordinary citizens are concerned. Dirty underwear is not washed in public but in private. Shortly later, the gang members who are all
El Ramon was seen pacing up and down. The humiliation of today's confrontation had been nothing but a show of his weakness. Since childhood, El Capone whom he refused to accept as his elder had proved to be better than him in everything. Starting from childbirth when he had been the one to be removed first from their mother's womb, he had surpassed him in every competition and condition, even after. Of course, El Ramon could vividly remember how he had been subjected to humiliation and shame the day he was beaten flawlessly by his twin brother. It was the yearly competition, the one that change everything. He was only eight years old and had qualified along with his twin brother in the yearly teen strongest upcoming Mafia. He fought bravery until finally when he has to confront his brother to win the gold. It was a moment he will never forget and for a brief moment, El Ramon is eight years old. "Remember the rules, the fair man announced." He is the one to determine the outcome of