Legacy Revealed: Rise Of Marco Lourd

Chapter 2

Chapter two

All eyes darted to the entrance, watching different male figures emerged from the opening and trooping in the room converging to form a single horizontal row round the room.

All in the same dressing of black suits with a sunshade on their eyes; even in the darkness, and a wired speaker connected from their ear to their mouth.

They stood guided with their guns pointed out to the room.

Fear seeped through everyone’s expression, their presence was unexpected and a disruption to their gathering, and most importantly who were they as they were totally unknown by all, including the boss of the local mafia gang Marco was entwined with even

Suddenly from the row, at the middle, they parted to the side making a way for a figure to come to surface.

The figure’s shadow came in first, his body relenting on a stick that supported and stabled his weak walking system.

He passed through the path made for him, coming into full view and at the center, his walking cane slammed dramatically on the ground as he stood in front of the men.

His appearance detailed an old man, with his half-bald head filled with full white hair, his wrinkled face had a pair of rectangular framed grass aiding his vision. He dressed casually in a ash colored sweater with a white shirt as inner over a black colored pants.

“Who among you here is Marco Lourd?” The old man asked, his croaked voice rotating round the quiet room into everyone’s hearing.

Perspiration filled the atmosphere that lingered about the cold room, running above everyone’s skin as the name was muttered.

All gazes fell on the individual who owns the title, expressing their sympathy as he appeared to be a culprit this much more dangerous looking people was looking for.

If they’re not here to kill him, then what business could they have for him? That involved bringing harmed men with guns.

Marco shivered against the ground he knelt on, falling into despair the moment his name came out of the old man’s lips.

“I-I-, it’s me. I’m Marco Lourd.” Marco admitted because sooner the man would find out from how they were staring at him with that look of pity.

Hearing his response, the old man’s face lit up as he limped forward to where Marco knelt on.

He got to him with his face doused in happiness, his arms flung apart while stooping to Marco’s position, wrapping around his opened arms on Marco’s body in fair delight.

Slowly he lifted the both of them up, bringing him closer to himself. He pulled away, running his hand all over his hand and neck, before engulfing in another hug.

“We finally found you, Young Master.” The man said, unable to contain his happiness and throwing his arms around Marco.

They all stared at the scene with shock and confusion. The gang members thought Marco was going to die, but instead something more shocking happened. He was revealed to be a Young Master.

Marco found it hard discerning the situation. He could only give his best to understand what is going on.

How can he be a Young Master? What the heck is turning in his life, because some minutes ago he was about to become a deceased individual.

A man who’s paying for the sin of loving and trusting the wrong person. A man paying with his life the debt of two hundred dollars.

Then this is happening, a sudden miracle, because they chose the best time to arrive, at the brink of his death happening. A real miracle.

Marco was too speechless to speak, no words would come from him even if he tries to speak and acknowledge the situation. All he can do is stare with shock and awe at the drastic change happening to him.

The man finally stopped his elation display, separating from Marco fully as he moved him gently to his side.

His eyes looked around till they landed on the rugged looking man with a knife in his hand, he was standing close to Marco when he came in. He guessed him to be the boss of this illegal coterie.

“How much did Young Master owes you?” He asked in a cold voice, keeping his gaze at him the same way.

The gang members were all silent, having an idea on who they might or who they are, the best to do is stay off their bad side till they leave and not mess with them.

The boss; who goes by the name Garett smiled, opening his mouth with his tongue licking his teeth that had a side of his mouth edging upwards.

“He owed me nothing.” He let out his ridiculous response, backing it up with a wide smile, in bid to provoke what? His head getting holed by a bullet from one of the men surrounding the room.

“Are you kidding me right now?” The old man sounded serious with his brows raised at him, he turned to his head to the standing gangsters. “How much before I have all the breaths in your lung falling low and still.” He threatened in a serious tone.

Right at that moment, all the men who came with him held up their guns corking it simultaneously to let them know he wasn’t joking at all. All pointing their target to Garrett.

“Three hundred thousand dollars. Nothing much than that, please spare me.” His voice trembled giving a shaky response after seeing many guns pointed at him, his hand raised up in the air surrendering while looking side to side with fear.

“You heard him.” The old man’s head tilted to the side with his eyes hovering to the back. A man among the men came forward, carrying along with him a box.

He gave it to him.

He opened the box and it was filled with money, wads of hundred bucks in stacks. Closing it back he threw it at Garrett.

“That’s a total of five hundred thousand dollars. Trouble our Young Master again and you have a permanent reservation in Heaven.” He turned away from him, gaze centering on the remaining members.

“All of you go away now before I change my mind and have you all take a life- clotting nap.” He threatened, and only a fool will two barrel to the point of his threat.