The Disguised Elite

Chapter 02

Gerald couldn't believe Barbra's behaviour.

How could she humiliate and hurt him?

Obviously a punch from him would have silenced her for good, but he held his pain.

"My mother warned me about marrying you but I disobeyed her and brought myself really down to make myself cheap to marry an ungrateful bastard like you! If not for your good looks and skin pleasure… I never really loved you.” She confesses to Gerald.

“You are being so heartless, don't you even care about Nelson's life?” He added

“Don't look at me with those eyes!” She warns.

“You threw my things out Barbra, this has been your plan all along! you're a really wicked and heartless mother.” Gerald said without Caring about how she felt at all.

He wanted it to hurt her! like he felt inside.

“It seems like you don't know who you are insulting, I will make you suffer! how dare you say such nonsense to me!” She shouts before she spat over him and Gerald laughs in frustration.

"You deserve all the insults you got!” Gerald said as their drama began to attract attention.

“It is not my fault that I married a nobody! a useless poor man!" Barbra abuses him.

“oh really?” He asked back..

“Throwing your things out is a joke, our marriage is broken henceforth and you will sign the divorce papers!” She fires, shocking Gerald, he still had feelings for the goblin he called a wife.

"Seriously... So now you want to break up! You want to scatter our family, you want a divorce right." He asked back as his eyes watered.

"I don't care... If you want a divorce...Sure! I will sign your divorce when Nelson is fine." Gerald said before he turned away from her, walking out of the place.

"This isn't the firsts time kids die" She said from behind him Gerald was surprised with shock.

She just literally expressed her wickedness.

"You're a selfish, lost mother!" Gerald fires back.

"Nelson is your son, isn't it?" He asked, turning back to see her looking at him, up and down mockingly.

"I really distaste poor idiots!" She abuses him.

Gerald controlled his ruthlessness.

"I don't think you're mentally stable now... Because your selfishness has ruined our home! I gave you money every fucking week for Nelson's health and you ate every penny I worked for, till my boy is now suffering and struggling with Cancer... it won't go well with you!" Gerald curses in pain.

"The least you can do is to take care of Nelson now!" Gerald said he leaves the hospital.

Being an assassin in his past lifestyle allowed him some contacts that could help raise the money so he decided to call his best friend.

"Hello Baron." He said trying to sound okay.

"This one you called today, I hope all is well?" Baron asked Gerald whose eyes were now really reddened due to the amount of pain he was going through.

"There's fire on my head man! My son was diagnosed with Cancer, I need you to please lend me some cash, I promise to pay back.." Gerald said to him as he prayed.

"What bill was tagged to his treatment?" Baron asked Gerald who feared to call the actual amount.

"They said..." He said.

"They asked for half a million!" He rushes his words.

"Damn! That's a lot." Baron exclaims.

"Baron! I know you and what you are capable of, that's why I called, I am ready to do anything to save my son, just help me." Gerald pleased.

"You would do anything I tell you?" Baron said.

"You can use me as you wish, please." He begged.

"I have these smooth deal for you and you can get commissioned 750,000 dollars to do some transport work." Baron said to him and Gerald's eyes opened widely as he waited for his next words.

"Come over first, we can't discuss over the phone." Baron said whilst Gerald stormed into his apartment, trying to catch on his breath.

"Have some water." Baron gave him a glass me

"Give me information Baron, my child's life is in high danger now?" Gerald asked, waiting.

"It's an illicit transport work, if you can deliver this box to the mafia in the state's central city, he will pay you $750,000 dollars for it, at least the hospital can commence treating your child." he said to him as Gerald grabbed the box of cocaine.

"I would be here waiting on the recovery of your child, and watch out too, the said location is a lonely town." He replies to him.

"Sure! so What is in this box?" He asked.

"It is a box full of Cocainenium." He said to Gerald as He turned back facing him, to see Gerald's hand shaking, the content of the box was worth billions.

"What? Are you scared?" Baron asked.

"Baron, this deal is worth billions, why is my share less than a million dollars?" He asked.

"I guess you aren't interested." Baron said, attempting to collect the box.

"I guess you want your son dead?" Baron asked him back as Gerald punched the table.

He knew he had been cheated but getting the sum of $750,000 dollars was worth it.

"I don't want my son dead." Gerald says back to a Mr. Baron who now carries an evil smile.

"Good! Then go for it!" Baron initiates Gerald.

Gerald's panic immediately vanished as confidence engulfed his liver and bones... He would rather die than to fail his son at the hospital.

"Where's the place?" Gerald asked as he equipped himself with a gun for his protection.

"Head to the central city arena, you will be found by the Scottish and Russian Mafia's there."

Gerald knew Mr. Baron wasn't worth believing in because he showed him characters that proved he wasn't in his favour, but he was ready to still risk his life for his dying child.

Gerald was up to place his life on the table.

Without anything hindering him, he opened the entrance door and ran off from his friend's apartment with the box held tightly to himself.

He kept running straight headed by Foot to the central city Arena... He had no cash and no vehicle to ensure his activity was fast but he wasn't a weak man so he ran further non stop to the place.

Good thing Gerald was a fast runner and full of fuel to ensure his son doesn't die.

Gerald rushed with his hair jiggling from left to right as he recalled all the hardship he went through as tears skipped through his eyes too.

He knew Nelson's life rested on his strength.