2023-05-27 15:36:41He couldn’t believe it, was he still in a comma or were the drugs bringing some hallucinations? He who wore sandals as his Sunday best, wore a ragged long sleeved t-shirt as his favorite, and owned a mere 20 dollar fake Rolex watch coated in fake gold as his most prize possession, was now dressed in a 13,000 dollar tuxedo, and a real legit 45,000 dollar Rolex watch coated with ice. Who said you wouldn’t wake up rich overnight! Well Brian did and he savored every second.
His 10,000 dollar debt with Gondi you wonder? Well Ben dealt with that, and for keeping him overdue Ben paid double the price, that’s 20,000 dollars!. He had money so why not spend it, he is rich isn’t he? Speaking of spending, Brian’s sister medical bills were not some 2 dollar bills, oh no! They were amounting to nearly 100,000 dollars now. Some medical bill right? But you know Ben, being a spendthrift was his favorite side of his real self, so he cleared all outstanding medical bills due, and heck! Even the doctor added bills that weren’t even for the patient, talk of digging a gold mine!Ben ensured that Brian had no more stressful issues that may otherwise draw him from his main picture, being Reuben. But what Ben feared most and so did everyone, was the idea of Brian having those suicidal thoughts back in his head, he would have burnt all their asses down!A further 5 hour trip to home, Reuben’s home, up the east coast of Madagascar. Brian was to forget his life as Brian, because he wasn’t Brian anymore he was Reuben. So he wasn’t just by name but by character too. To keep Brian in check Ben took the step of making him his right hand man. He was to know how business, goes on, how to deal with the cops, and most crucial was how to survive.Brian entered another life, so he had to know how to survive in it because it wasn’t some bed of roses, no it wasn’t! It was a wire mesh of prickled thorns and sharp pointed spikes, he had to have the hide of a rhino and the cunningness of a fox to live in it. Most basically he had to master the most simple thing a man with his caliber was to master, how to use a gun! That’s it, how to use a gun. No one was a fan of Brian, nobody knew him, they weren’t fond of him, so Brian brace yourself this life is about to be the most bumpy ride you ever experienced.Ben as a player had to make sure his substitute king was like a king, he taught him survival tactics, took him out on delivery shipments and even showed him the plantation where it all started. Ben saw him as a brother, treated him like a brother, because for some reason he saw Reuben in him. He had his enthusiasm, and with time Brian started growing and adapted better in his character as Reuben, brother of famous drug lord Brian! Dream come true you may say.But nothing lasts forever, especially if you live in a world surrounded by nothing but everything that breaks the law: drugs, money and most dangerous, power!Back to Korea, the Tang brothers had started forming bonds with their neighbors the Philippines and the Japanese. However they were new to the business and had doubt issues and were fearful of the law. Because their law wasn’t easily bent like the Koreans, this business involvement was punishable by death, who wants to die? Certainly they weren’t ready, and this delayed business progress for the Tang brothers.“Cowards we need more buyers these are some low life pieces of shit!” Li retorted pissed of by the cowardice of the Philippines. But he was right these cowards weren’t reliable, they would pull the rug any second, then what? That question daunted Wu every time he thought of what next. He had to find reliable buyers and fast, Ben was cooking and Boy! He was planning something big and Wu knew it. So tick tock, the clock was ticking it’s a race against time the Tang brothers, race against time!“How about the Mexicans?” Li asked cautiously, he braced himself for a wild and stressful speech from Wu on why it was a bad idea. But surprisingly, Wu was silent, that’s funny? Li wondered, he was expecting a whack from Wu as a stern warning to never think of such, but instead he was silent! How, what is he cooking? Wu thought of the same, their business was at stake and on the line, no risk no reward, they said. It was decided they would approach the Mexicans and negotiate and come to agreeable business terms.But there was a huge rock they had to go around, the Mexicans were loyal, they weren’t backstabbers like they were, they were loyal and true watch dogs till death to their counter parts. So their business approach was a bad idea, but the Tang brothers forgot this loyalty fact about the Mexicans, and it proved a dear mistake to them but it was too late, they had just unleashed the wrath of the Madagascar underdog.“Yes! those Koreans tried to talk us into negotiable business terms but we turned them down, they also were selling a proposed item that you also sell, cocaine” Bravo the Mexican drug supplier uttered over the phone in a sour heavy voice. He just contacted and informed Ben of their previous business encounter with the Tang brothers. He was loyal to Ben because a new broom sweeps clean but an old one knows all corners. Ben and Bravo were counterparts for nearly a millennia now, so they never broke old relations to form new ones-especially for the Tang brothers.He was pissed off enough, they tried to kill him, then his brother twice! and now they had the balls to try and steal his buyers. Oh no! The Tang brothers had gone the extreme, Ben let go of the leash. Time they knew why he became the drug lord and why he still is.Reaching for his pistol, he called in Brian and polishing the nozzle he asked him. “Have you ever killed someone?” While aiming point blank, one eyed to various angles of the wall. “No” he uttered back curious of what next. “Well today you are going to know the most crucial stage of being Reuben...”Brian paused lowering his black, 1987, pistol “…enforcing power! Suit up, we are going hunting, human hunting!” he finished reaching for his black razor sharp machete. He was pumped up, the Tang brothers unleashed his aggressive side, bad idea!Brian was excited, he was anxious. “My first kill!” he sighed inside his head, “I am actually going to kill a living person today!” He repeated in his inner self. Yes someone was going to die! They were going to pay, every second!
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Wu saved his skin but barely, had he not been informed well… Ben would have landed in Korea 3 hours ago instead of Rio. Li on the other hand was excited, he was glad amidst the bad news and recent tensed moments, they pulled a smart move and out smarted Ben. “It calls for celebration!” Li announced and excitement vibes were filled in the mansion. Yes they outsmarted Ben but it came at a cost a dire one, but not to them, but to an important asset in their set piece, their inside informant in Madagascar. The mole amidst Ben’s empire.Ben was hot headed but was fond of keeping a cool head, not to let emotions cloud his judgment. He sensed something was amiss, he picked a scent like a hound there was something odd lurking in the oblique, yes he smelt it, a mole, a snitch! Coincidentally in the Tang mansion, Wu sensed the same, he flickered, the joy and ecstasy faded away, they saved a pawn but their rook was in harm’s way. Wrong move Wu! He messed up and he knew it, big time! Smart move
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He was about 5.8 feet tall, he was more of brown skinned though his lower elbows were more darker. Had large pearl shaped marble like eyes, had hairy eyebrows, had equal sized lips, an average nose, had several dark spots near his lowered side cheek bones possibly from a rash. He had the lowered sides of his hair shaved and left the most middle part of his head to grow going upwards. It was like a growing tower with it’s sides often shaved. He currently had his left ear pierced with a dangling gold coated cross like earpiece, his other ear was contrast as it wasn’t pierced. His chest was bulging outwards forming a brick like chest with his nipples moved to the more left and right of his chest. Lowered was his hardcore abs that seemed oddly in good shape for a man of his age, and total six though some two seemed to be emerging at the lowered sides of his abdomen. And down was his approximately 4 inch snake in between his masculine thighs. It was more long and slender, than wide and sh
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Guns all corked and loaded, the armored vehicle fully gassed, the grenades all set, these are like little fireworks only bigger and more destructive Ben would speak to himself, imitating a British accent. They were set, Ben was set, this mole was the reason he nearly lost his brother, he was the reason he lost contact with Wu, he was going to pay every bit! He exclaimed taking heavy deep breaths as this thought played back like a cassette making him more outraged, more angry, more dangerous!“You go up front…” Ben paused addressing Mila, “…you stay out back…” addressing Risa “…I will go in!” he concluded pointing at the highly suspected residence. Ben uttered tightening his bullet proof vest, thrusting it near his neck, and lowering his pistol, locked to his British, soldier made track like trousers. Elizabeth was dressed, the blue, crystal, diamond shape necklace and the velvet, tight, skirt with a white, fitting, office shirt written bee power brought out her character. She look
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The room was pitch dark, a dimming bulb hang in the middle of the room, below luminated it’s limited light around a circular form leaving the rest of the room in darkness, all lay in the shadows. There was dead silence, but later was more less by the pestering crickets, making their chorus linger in the wind. Strapped on an ergonomic, metallic chair, hands cuffed behind the back rest, legs strongly tied to the front legs seat by firm sisal ropes, impossible to tear unless maybe you were stronger than Hercules, he lay unconscienced. His head all dusty, blood dripped drop by drop, his black pollo shirt was all dirty and stained, it’s top buttons ripped off exposing his hairy chest, his trousers were all tarred and the charming black texture was no longer charming nor visible, on first sight you may presume him as some madman. But he was in the room, the Truth chamber, so sooner or later he was going to turn insane and if he doesn’t he will live to remember this experience till he dawn’
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A seat with a smooth gold plated outline bars, the soft cotton seating in black and white spots, the legs crafted in the replica of the king of ancient Egypt seat, the seat for the worthy it was known, not every rookie was privileged to lay their hands on it let alone their asses. Only two people ever sat, Ben when building his empire, and Reuben when Ben chose him on his behalf, and now Brian, call it luck or consider it destiny but this seat was the last thing Brian thought he would ever possess as his. Brian was loving the life, all that multi millionaire business was his to manage, well at least for the time being, unless something else makes it otherwise. On the glass like office table lay shipment papers, he just signed to authorize the government that they had legally exported ‘timber’, even the government was his puppet, he loved the life, he savored every second with each puff of his freshly lit Canadian cigar. He was expensively dressed, a 15000 dollar tux, a gold pocket wa
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“Not much time… this condition may be permanent I’m afraid.”, the doctor dropped the disheartening news, “he may live with it but it will grow at a slow rate so maybe till his eighties will it be the size of a tumor.”, he concluded tying the note on his death receipt. His immature stupid decisions brought this condition, this unexplainable criticality, he recalled his struggles blinded by the love for his sister that he paid no attention to his own. In his initial hell life, when his sister was admitted amidst his scuffles and struggles for money, he attempted to rob the grocery saleswoman down the alley. He had planned everything knowing his sister’s bill was due the next day, he was aware of his victim’s behaviors, “First the fruits… then the wooden boards…” his scanning paused, “…Yes then the money.”, he gladdened his self, locked on the purse, its insides were unknown but it clinked with each swing. Starting his speed from far, he burst his left hand stretched as he neared his v
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“Who am I fighting for?” he questioned angrily, his brutal side took over, his left both hands roughly clutched on her bloodied white shirt, “I said who do I fight for!” he screeched this time colluding her with the wall, her spine was at its limit, her body enough of the brutality. As she gathered the last of her energy to answer the simple question, her last question, she recalled the ordeal, how her so called husband assaulted her beyond humane reasoning. “How will I tell him?” she tensed, after she gathered herself from her drowning self she called a cab, boarded, paid and with no instructions she told the driver, “Drive.”, in a light weak voice. “He will know eventually better I tell him myself.”, she reasoned, still healing on the sudden blunder she just did her thoughts were in a whirlpool of confusion, “But will he understand? I’m his wife he will have to.” She consoled herself again, “I’m more valuable than her sister.” She bragged amidst the torment, this courage braved her
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“When will you be back?” she asked half conscious, “Soon.” He answered hesitantly, how could he answer something not even he knew the answer, a year, a decade, a day, he had no clue, al he knew was the only way out was through that door and once he was out, he was closing the one behind him till… well till forever he guessed. Forever was limited though, after a month or so she was released from hospital and like all alone women out there with tycoon brothers she was moved in the remote west of the island where few people lived the conditions unlike the rest of the island were dry, hot and desert like in some seasons. There with a built home courtesy of her brother, she began small growth development, visiting the upper region more warm than hot she ventured in the weaving sector, then gaining the skills the salon department within her lifespan of her youth she had enough skill to make her self-employed, an employed or an entrepreneur, she just had to choose. Ben and Brian took care o
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He glared on the vast blue calm waters, the soft winds and gentle sun touches erased the reality, the previous night front seat row witnessing death juggle them like pins in a circus show. It was hectic, terrifying and self-enlightening, Brian became open that nature was the only thing he couldn’t control, at least the only thing he figured. After their escape from their death givers a near month at sea they were approaching the island’s shore, after conquering and wiping Ben’s power like it never existed, they docked welcomed by their remaining mercenaries who survived in one piece though some in crutches, walking sticks and wheelchairs. “Welcome home.”, he greeted, the second in command who was now first since his superior was blown courtesy of Mist’s giveaway gift. “Call this my home and I will end you.”, he hissed slapping the gestured hand cursing as he slithered by, followed by his remaining crew, the captain, and the disrespected mercenary left to feel the deep thorn of lookin
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He cried for the third time, and history proved he rarely did. The body count was off the charts, first Ben’s committee ghosted a whole docking security guard, Eliz returned the favor but hers was more straight to the point. However, this time Ben’s tears weren’t of what happened but what was to come, what he knew if happened he will be dead both emotionally and physically. So let the wheel turn back, some playback on the betrayal saga, the fleeing, the death scenes, all of it. Ben disclosed to the knights, Mila broke down in the inside, Risa glare towards the fire summoned the deepest locked emotional valve he caved deep within, and there both the two brothers a tear flowed one on the right for one and another on the right for the other. But they were in the middle of a war, a war that will take more of their lives if they had a grieving season, they had to man up, soldier on, “Yes they died,” but grieving was the one thing the befallen bishops would want them not to do. With the ig
