Richard stared at the cell phone on the floor and he shivered with anger and fear. He was angry because such a little device was about to get him into so much trouble that might end his life. He wished he would just say the word and it would move on its own. "Too bad those things do not happen in the real world," he gasped out of frustration. He wished he had called the police instead but he didn't Know the exact location that he was. He just hope Roger would recognize the name 'Mafia Don' and locate them. "How do I get rid of this cell phone now," Richard's thought returned to the cell phone as the footsteps drew nearer making his heart race even faster. But there was no way he was going to be able to get rid of that. His feet were tied and matter how hard he tried to shift that cell phone, it seemed not to move further than an inch. "What do I do now," Richard thought still shivering. He spun his head around for an alternative to shifting the cell phone. It was a very dan
Meanwhile, the Mafia godfather, Roger sat in an elegantly decorated hall streaming with music and alcoholic scent, with other Mafias in the city. It was his birthday party and a big one at that, because it was his first officially celebrated birthday. He had never thought of a celebration but the Junior Mafias had forced it on him. Then, his phone beeped, he just got a text message. He attempted to take his phone off from his pocket but then, someone stopped him. Godfather Roger, a muscular man with a cigarette in his mouth bowed slightly. It was, his second in command, Kevon. "How are you enjoying the party," he inquired. "Well, I must say that I am thrilled," Roger lied. He didn't want to be here, parties for him were for babies. And men like him were needed that the forefront of the city where a lot of things happen. In the dark areas where even the security agents were afraid to explore. But here he was, partying like a little child. "It's time for the presentation of gi
"You are dead if he is not alive," Roger shot a sneer at Don and threw him forcefully to the ground. The operatives watched as the Mafia Godfather ran over to Richard and felt his pulse. "Whoever this man laying lifeless on the floor was, he was of some extremely high ranking category in the city," the same thought flowed from their minds. They held their breaths waiting for Roger, the mafia godfather to determine their fates. He rose swiftly from the floor and turned over to the two operatives making them fall backward. "Take him to my car," he ordered. "Okay sir," they bowed swiftly and carried Richard away as instructed.Then Roger turned over to Don who was already shivering with fear. "Thank your stars that he is still breathing. But continue to pray that nothing happens to him cause what I told you before still stands, you will be a dead man by then," Roger threatened. Don swallowed a large lump. "But that doesn't mean you will be escaping the punishment for putting me i
A white handkerchief was placed on Charles's nose and few seconds later, he passed out. He opened his eyes a few hours later and he saw a familiar face before him.It was Mafia Don and he shot a glare at him. "It's you, you refused to do your job after I fufilled my part of the deal and now it's this?" Charles fired angrily. But instead of giving him an explanation, Mafia Don held him by his jaw and spat on his face... "Slap," he slapped Charles angrily on his face. "That is for making me lose all my Mafia titles." "Slap," he slapped again. "That is for sending someone here who almost ruined my career." "Slap... Slap... Slap," he slapped multiple times. "And that is for making me a mere operative." Charles was confused but his aching face overshadowed his confusion. He spat out the hot blood that had gathered in his mouth and shot a sneer at Don. "What's this all about," he fired. "You fool, you dared to send such a great personality like Richard to be assassinated by me? Wha
Richard stood before the extremely dirty toilets with a toilet cleaner and his hand cloves properly wore on his delicate hands. It was his first day at work. Charles had recovered from his coma but he had not been discharged from the hospital because his case of very critical. Richard had the odd feeling that what happened to him was related to what he had done to him. "What are you standing there for," the old chubby man supervising him fired... "I will get down to work soon," Richard noted. "You better do," he growled at Richard and left. Richard stared at the public toilets seats and he almost threw. He swallowed a large lump and walked boldly into the place... "This smells so bad," he cried out holding his nose. This was the new job designed for him or he would go hungry forever. At least he had to do this so they would never suspect that he was the richest man in that city. A few hours later, Richard was finally done washing the toilets and he ran out quickly from the
The next morning Victoria prepared early to go to the Armstrong business empire headquarters. When Richard talked to her about it, she decided to go and give it a try. But she had chased him out so that it would not seem as though she was taking orders from him. But Richard already knew that she was going to the company that morning. He had heard her informing her mum on phone. "Bitch," Victoria screamed.Immediately he heard her voice, Richard came running over to her. "You called," Richard said. "I know I called you dummy. I am leaving for a very important meeting right now. I don't want to return and meet anything undone or you will be severally punished," she noted and stormed out of her house. "Finally she is gone," Richard lets out a sigh of relief and fell onto the sofa. He got his phone from his pocket and sent a text message to Evelyn, one that would aid Victoria. But he wasn't necessarily helping her, it was all part of his revenge plan. "Remember what we discussed,
Richard got home that day confused and frightened. He went over to greet Victoria and he noticed that she was packing her things. "What is going on here," he inquired. But rather than give him an answer, Victoria shot a sneer at him. "Do I have to tell you to take over from where I stop before you do it?" She thundered. "And for your information, we are going back to the Villa," she muttered. Richard could not believe his ears. How could they be returning to the Villa when they were chased just a few days back? And besides, Living with Lady Tashia and Mrs. Luci was going to be another hell for him. "We can't go back there," Richard mumbled. "You said what?" Victoria shot a glare at him. "Why should we return there, they have done more than enough to you already. Can't you see that they are just using you?" Richard inquired. Immediately after he said this, Victoria stopped what she was doing and stared angrily at him. "My family's matter is out of your business. And my decisio
"What is happening Ken, please speak to me," Richard inquired still shivering. "There are reports reaching us that some men came into the police station and shot Williams Armstrong and all his gang members dead," Lawrence explained. Richard swallowed hard at this revelation. How could anyone just break into a police cell and kill someone in their custody. His thoughts all boiled down to one fact, the deed was done by one of the police officers as per somebody's orders.But who could this person be and what did he aimed to gain by what he did. How does this relate to the strange watcher that had been following him around that morning? "So what are your findings now," Richard finally inquired. "Williams was not the only one involved in your father's death. He had other people working for him and they had to silence him so that he would not spill a word," Ken revealed. "All that he just said boils down to the narrow fact that your life is not the slightest bit safe," Lawrence added.