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2024-10-29 19:42:56The Warehouse door banged wide apart, a group of men clothed in black trooped in. Their feet marching in unison as they stormed into the warehouse. They had on black glasses, albeit it was evening and were harmed with assault rifles.
It was obvious what kind of men they were, guards who were professionally trained and battle ready. They wore on their faces a big stern look, each taking a fearful stance.
Their presence alone brought chills to everyone’s system. The mafia boss, his men, and Ethan inclusive. All exhaling
The men formed a semi circle, facing Ethan and the Mafia, their guns aimed at all of them.
This was a complete shift in events. No one knew what could happen the very next second, and no one had the nerve to dare to find out.
"Who the hell are you guys? What gives you the right to barge into my turf?" The Mafia boss summoned courage to ask. He couldn't let these men undermine his Power in front of his men. This was his territory and he had to defend it from these men.
"That doesn't concern you" A voice answered from behind the Men.
The Men cleared a way and an old man came out and stood in front of the men.
"The better question however is, Who is Ethan Anderson?" The old man asked. His voice although calm, carried a certain level of authority.
All the gangsters looked at Ethan. They couldn't find the strength to speak so they let their eyes do the talking.
The once dangerous gangsters suddenly lost their willpower.
A glimpse of sympathy showed in the gangsters for a brief moment. It was clear to them that those men were there to kill Ethan also.
The sympathy was quickly swallowed with an hidden relief as the gangsters concluded that they were not the object of death.
Ethan noticed the gangsters already gave him away with their looks. Could he blame them? He would probably do the same if he was in their shoes. After all, the world is Every man for himself.
Was he cursed? What sort of ill-luck is this? Was he reaping the consequences of his past actions? If there was a God up there, why was he punishing him like this?
These thoughts ran unhindered through Ethan's mind as he submitted to his fate.
"I'm the one you're looking for. I'm Ethan Anderson." He finally spoke up as he walked towards the old man to meet his fate.
His offense was unknown to him but this wasn't a court of law, this was street rule. Maybe he had offended someone who unknowingly was related to the Old Man. This was an unanswered question he would have to carry to his grave.
With each step Ethan took forward, his heart sank as he got closer to his inevitable demise.
The gangsters and the Mafia boss had no idea why They wanted Ethan and no one had the courage to dare to ask.
Submitting to his fate, Ethan closed his eyes, prepared to meet his maker. In that tensed moment, Ethan stood frozen, anticipating the imminent threat. He never envisioned he would die like this but life dealt him an unfair hand.
However, to everyone's surprise, the atmosphere shifts as the Old man broke into tears and ran towards Ethan, unexpectedly wrapping him in a tight embrace.
"We've finally found you. Young master." The old man uttered with a wide smile with tears trickling down his face.
Ethan's eyes flew wide open as the words entered his ears. Young master? Ethan couldn't believe his ears. The whole room was thrown into confusion. The gangsters looked at one another not sure of what was happening.
Wasn't he about to be killed? What was going on? These were questions that no one could answer at the moment.
Ethan's mind was in a state of utter confusion. Was it true that he was a Young Master? Or was it a prank? Was he not the same person owning 200k dollars?
It was a case of questions without Answers in Ethan's mind.
The old man took a look around the room and faced the gangsters. His eyes were ablaze with a chilling coldness that mirrored the intensity of his seething anger.
"How much does the Young Master owe you?" The old man asked with a tone drenched in resentment. The very presence of the Mafia boss and his gangsters was beginning to irritate him.
The gangsters, stricken with fear, could not speak. They dared not. They turned to their boss to save them.
"He owes us nothing" the Mafia boss said with a smile. "It was only a joke. Just a good old scare to have fun" He added, still with the smile plastered on his face.
The smile did a good job of hiding the Mafia boss's fear. Now was not the time to let his men see him weak before another Man. He had to maintain a firm front.
A joke? Ethan couldn't take it anymore. He needed to make sense of everything going on but didn't know how. Was he being played?
"I said HOW MUCH?!" The old man asked again. His voice wasn't raised but it carried so much threat and seriousness that slapped the smile off the Mafia boss's face instantly.
"He-he owes us 2-2-200k dollars" The Mafia Boss stammered. His voice shaking and trembling in the presence of the overwhelming power.
He tried his best but was helpless against the domineering aura of the Old Man. He had witnessed power in a higher dimension.
This was a classic display of superiority of Power. The Mafia boss and the gangsters had met their superiors. Theirs was a case of brute strength, but the Old Man had undeniable authority and intimating aura.
"Just 200k dollars?" The old man asked rhetorically. He snapped his fingers and one of the men in black brought a box forward.
"Open it". The man opened the box and revealed a full load of money.
The eyes of the gangsters widened with shock. It was far more than Ethan owed.
"That should be more than enough." The old man said.
"Of course it is." The Mafia boss answered without looking at the old man, his gaze fixed on the box full of money on the floor. He snapped his fingers and one of the gangsters picked up the box.
"Now Get lost." The old man ordered.
The gangsters looked at themselves and then at their boss, not sure if they should obey.
"Do not make me repeat myself." The Old Man stated as he took a step towards them. The Men in black all took a step forward in unison.
The display of power was overwhelming.
The warehouse belonged to the gangsters but not anymore. They had been beaten without a fight. They had lost their base without a struggle.
Ethan heaved a sigh of relief as the gangsters ran out of the warehouse. The day has been one hell of a rollercoaster.
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