VENDETTA: BETRAYED BY MY MAFIA BOSS

4

10 years later.

Enzo drives off in his sport car yet again, he tossed the suit case to the back sit while zooming off at high speed.

He takes several shortcuts and arrives at a construction site, he parks his car right across the building, he gets down from the car and closes the door, walking slowing to the construction site.

He puts the suit case across his shoulder, the construction site was a 12 storey-building, it was still under construction so there were engineers and other workers lurking around.

He grabbed his suitcase and walked directly to the building, his shoulders were broad and his head high, he tipped the engineer who was in charge of the construction site

“Good Morning” Enzo greeted the engineer as he squeezed a couple of euros into his hands

“Thank you sir” the engineer replied, his face beaming still in awe of how much he had been given.

Enzo makes his way to the lifter in the construction site while still carrying his suitcase on his shoulders with suitcase straps worn tightly across his chest.

On the lifter, he looks at his watch and notices the time is 10:25, he had already exhausted 7 minutes of his time and his tucked downwards while looked outside the lifter impatiently.

He got to the top of the building but something was wrong the doors with the lifter, it seemed to be faulty and did not open easily, he pressed the buttons on the lifter continuously and his impatience grew stronger as the seconds went by.

“Maybe I should just blow up this thing and get out of here.” He sneered, gritting his teeth as he tried to quell the cravings to do something somewhat irrational.

“Calm and easy; just like water.” He encouraged himself to be more patient, it was almost like therapy for him. He took another look at his watch and noticed it was 10:27.

He had lost an additional 2 minutes sitting up here like a duck doing absolutely nothing. He was about to pout one more time before the doors opened, it was like the God of doors had finally heard his prayers and showed him mercy.

He walked through the empty space in that floor and made his way to the window by the left, tossing his suitcase on the floor and opening it, he brings out his sniper "Ghostshot" and mounting it on the window.

He tightens his grip on the gun. He brings out another phone from the suitcase and dials a number while he looks through the scope of the sniper.

He sees his target, a man in his mid-50’s, he was on the second floor on a building that is quite far away from Enzo’s current position but it mattered so little as the sniper was going to make ground for it.

The target was with three girls in the room and it looked like they were about to have a good time, given that the girls were half naked and the man only had his pants on

No doubt he was going to take them off in no time but Enzo’s call interrupted as the land line for the room service rang out loud.

The man thought the call was from room service so he reluctantly went over to pick the call

“Hey... why are you calling me?! How may I help you? I’m currently occupied now and I would appreciate if you...” He yelled on top of his lungs.

He tried to rush and end the conversation thinking he was talking to the room service but he was cut off by Enzo who interrupted him in the middle of his statement using a voice disguise

“Listen to me very carefully. Do not scream or attract attention to yourself” Enzo's voice cold and void of emotions.

The voice disguise effect made his voice sound deeper than usual.

“Wh... wh... who is this?” The man stuttered as goosebumps grew on his skin visibly.

“If you make any sudden movements, you are dead, I’ve got eyes everywhere. Do you understand me?” Enzo's voice menacing.

The man at this stage had seen the red pointer light on his chest and knew he was one wrong move away from being the latest body admitted to the morgue.

“Wh... wha... What do you want?” The man asked with his voice breaking.

His legs began tremble, his knees became weak and he started sweating profusely despite the air conditioners in the room working perfectly well.

“The briefcase you confiscated from the Russian mob, I need you to hand it over now"

"Ho... hoo.... How... How am I supposed to do that?" The man asked with his trembling voice, his breathing was getting heavier as the moments passed by.

There was no telling that his blood pressure is over the roof with the way he has been fidgeting ever since. The girls who were still half naked on the bed tried to get his attention.

"Come on daddy... We are getting bored" one of the girls said as they all giggled at each other

"Shut the fuck up... Don't say another word, just shut the fuck up!" The man shouted swearing because he knew his life kind of depended on it

"You are going to toss it over from your window on to the garbage truck right next to the building and mark my words when I say if you play smart or think you have a better idea or try to run off, nobody will save you, my voice will be the last thing you hear on this earth. Are we clear?" Enzo asked

"Ye... Yes... Yes... we are... We are clear" The man replied still as shaky as he was, it was like he was getting worse, he could not stop jittering.

"Good. Now go and pick the briefcase and do as I have instructed you. Remember I am watching your every step. It would be a shame that I'll have to kill you after trying so hard to make sure I don't kill anyone today"

The man walked slowing to the wardrobe with Enzo still observing all his movement, the man grabbed the briefcase after opening the wardrobe and made his way to the window as he opened it and was about to toss the briefcase outside