THE MAN NAMED JACK GUNTER

MAKING THEM PAY

Everyone present in the room were shocked by the words of the nobody named Jack, what has gotten over him? What was he thinking to command the Don of flair cartel? Was he out of his mind?

Mira maintained a deadpan look on her face as she gazed at the man she called a husband, Mr. Flair himself was taken aback and a bit dumb founded by his command, no one including his children had ever stood up for themselves against him. Who does that nobody named Jack think he is to order him?

“I’m a man of a few words Mr. Flair and I so much hate to repeat myself, now, KNEEL!!!” Jack repeated but this time, he specified the word kneel.

“Who do you think you are? You have the audacity to order me to kneel, oh I knew I should have killed you a long time ago. Arrow, please do the needful.” Mr. Flair ordered a robust and heavily armed male figure beside him, but he was shocked to see that the man had his gun pointed at him.

“What is going on here? Have you gone bananas? You now point your gun at me!!!” Mr. Flair was astounded, including everyone in the room who knew that something wasn’t right.

“Well Mr. Flair, let me tell you a story of someone we both know.” Jack retrieved a glass of liquor from a man who walked an inch towards him. He then sat on a stool, attracting everyone’s attention to himself.

“This man was an anonymous drug lord, money launderer and also a god dam assassin, feared by everyone who trailed in his path, the mention of his name caused men, and including countries to tremble,” He sipped the liquor again, maintaining a cold and dark humor, everyone still had their eyes fixed on him.

“Who do you...” Mark tried to speak but was caught midsentence.

“Shhh, no noise, apart from sounds of your breath and my voice, I don’t want to hear voices,” Jack said, no one had ever seen Jack speak with such confidence and command, no one ever took him serious, but today, he had out done himself.

“Now I’ll continue, and a word from any of you, will lead this family in all black tomorrow.”

“One day this man stole a nuclear bomb that could destroy an entire continent, putting the entire continent on hostage and also asking for half of the continents budget as ransom. The continent had no choice but to do as he wanted, knowing fully well that his words should never be taken for granted.”

The entire room maintained their silence as they all gazed at the man who they thought was a loser, Mr. Flair still remained silent, tightening one of his eyebrows with his arms folded in awe.

“That operation made that man a nightmare to the black market, and the association of criminals(AOC) in the country. Why was he a nightmare, well because he was now richer than the people he worked for, every single one of them combined, he had every single one of them under his feet.”

“They all feared that this man would take over the AOC and the black market, so they declared him ex-communicando. Planted a two hundred, million, dollar bounty on his head which sent hundreds of world class assassins to kill him.”

“That man single-handedly killed every one of them who came his way, until the legendary gun master, Carlos the great came for his head. Carlos fought like a man, but well they both had an accident, the vehicle they both drove and fought in, collided with a gas tanker, and exploded.” Jack then sipped the glass of liquor again, then fixed his eyes on the perplexed Flair family.

“Everyone assumed that they won’t survive that accident, as for Carlos his family was given a name in the black market, they were even given part of the black market, worth billions of dollars,”

“As for Jack Gunter, he crawled all the way to a bar, drenched in his own blood, as he sat in the bar, ready to take his last sip of tequila, and dose off forever, but a fair maiden came into the bar and killed him.” Jack began slow steps around Mr. Flair, each step he took, sent saliva driving down the throats of on lookers.

“Yes she killed him, she killed Gunter and ended up saving Jack. Jack changed and promised himself never to go back to his old ways. But you know what, today, Jack Gunter has resurrected and is going to make every single one of you pay,”

“Now for the last time, KNEEL!!!” He forcefully paused, growling at the disobedient Mr. Flair, with his eyes blazing, he was dead serious and it would be a shame if he repeated himself again.

Mira ran out of the premises, she was astounded, she thought Jack was different from every single one of them, but instead, he was the worst amongst them all, she was astounded and disappointed, she never knew that she was married to the legendary Jack Gunter, she had hopes that he was a normal man who wanted to take care of his family, but instead he turned out to be a vengeful DON.

“You, liar, there is no way you are Jack Gunter, you have no prove, my father killed you, you died in that car,” Roberto yelled, he couldn’t believe the wry stories of Jack, all he thought was that Jack was only doing it to put fear into their minds, Jack Gunter did not survive that accident, so what was this piece of junk talking about.

“Oh Roberto,” Jack saunters to the standing position of Roberto, with the glass of liquor still in his hands as he maintained his cold and dark demeanor. He was unaware that his wife was no longer in the premises.

“You know, you are nothing like your papito, Carlos was gentle and didn’t have to say a word to claim respect from his brothers, the only thing he did was to shoot when necessary and speak when necessary, but you talk too much for a man.”

“Take a chill pill and relax, I mean don’t you get tired of seeking for attention. Well I am a fan of Carlos, and doing what he loves is what I am about to do.” He then brought out a gun from its concealed position and immediately, he shot the knee caps of Mr. Flair, causing him to yelp and thud to the floor.

Everyone was perplexed, including Flair’s wife who couldn’t hold the tears that fell of her eyes, “You son of a bitch, how dare you?” One of his sons snapped, dashing towards Jack with fire in his eyes but was punched on the nose by a robust male which sent him to the ground, rolling uncontrollably.

“Oooops, that one’s on you Mr. Flair, I asked you to go on your knee but look what you’ve made me do, hmm, now look who is on his knees,” He turned his eyes to look at the suddenly perplexed Roberto.

“I guess you don’t still believe I am Jack Gunter, or maybe I should shoot your knee cap as well.” Immediately, Roberto surrendered.

The entire room was suddenly quiet, only sounds of painful moans were heard from Mr. Flair, who lied helplessly on the ground. Who would have thought that the Jack who everyone thought was a piece of junk, could end up being the most feared assassin in the whole of California? Who could have thought that Jack Gunter would still be alive?

“Now here is a promise I gotta make to every single one of you, I would make sure I bring you all down including the black market, the AOC, and who ever tries to come my way. I know so much that the god dam AOC is going to come for me, but I promise to bring them all down even if it is the last thing I do, Mark my words, I will destroy you all.”

Jack then walked out of the mansion with an entire team of body guards escorting him, he then walks into an SUV which zoomed off, about fifty other vehicles followed, and they were also escorted by twenty power bikes whose drivers were heavily armed with weapons.

As for the Flair Cartel, they are about to meet their doom.