MAFIA CITY
CHAPTER 1
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[OAKFALLS]
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It was a chilly night as the wind breezed softly. A black Lamborghini pulled to a halt in front of a two storey building which housed an underground.
The headlamps went off.
A manly figure stepped out of the exotic car as his shiny black shoes glimmered under the moonlight.
He stepped out finally and his frame came to full light. He was a man with a coiled hairstyle, a huge frame and a grim look resting calmly on his face.
He pressed a button on the car key and the door slipped shut. A black briefcase dangled in his left hand.
He had on him a dark sunshades as he looked around. He looked on his body as his black suit clung tightly to his frame.
He sighed as he proceeded into the building.
He came in contact with two hard looking men who had heavy rifles in their possessions as they stared at him as though they were searching through his soul.
"Hey Manny, you've got an appointment?"one of the men asked with a gruff voice.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"I've got a package from Don Omar,"he replied calmly yet dangerously.
"Pass?"the second man asked.
The man in suit responded by digging in his hand into his suit pocket as he withdrew a silvery card which had a human skull symbol on it. He stretched it at the men who took it and inspected it.
They conversed between each other and then faced him. Meeting his unwavering gaze which had a lopsided grin playing on his lips.
"Follow me."one of them beckoned as he followed suite.The brief case dancing in rhythm to his footsteps.
The 'koi koi' sound of his shoes resounded.
He went past a door then a long corridor. Soon they got to a hallway where the man stopped and pointed at a door at the far end.
"Follow that door, then an elevator and you get there,"he said.
"Very well pal,"he replied with the grin on his face.
The man turned around as he left while he proceeded according to the directions.
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"Glad to have you Murphy Jakes,"a deep baritone voice said as a continuous 'koi koi' sound permeated the silence. The lights in the room flicked on thereby revealing an approaching manly figure doned in a Mexican hat and thick smoke radiating around him as a big pipe hung between his fingers.
"Don Omar sent me to deliver the package. Let's get it done, swiftly, Don Veratti,"the man now known as Murphy said impatiently.
A loud laughter echoed as the man stopped few meters from him. "Quite the hasty type. A normal characteristic of Omar's men,"the man said as he laughed again.
He paused as he stared at Murphy.
"Follow me boy. Let's delve into business,"he said as he turned around and he began to retreat. The lights from the bulbs went off sequentially.
Murphy sighed as he followed closely behind with darkness taking the scene.
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[VERRATI'S CRIB, OAKFALLS]
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The large door pulled open as they stepped out of the hallway. The booming sound of a high pop hit his ear drums. Hard looking men with heavy rifles in their possessions watching guard while men and ladies were seen moving about with trays of alcoholics.
He followed the man's steps as they walked on. Moving past many people.
Some sniffing narcotics while some had half naked busty ladies swaying their asses on their manly region with groans escaping their lips.
He watched on while some were at another corner making out.
On a not so high podium were poles and strippers. The sexy ones stripping non stop leaving alot of men h*rny.
He shook his head. This was the world of crime. Amidst the men sat men he knew, men the citizens knew to be goodmen but literally kingpins.
They stopped before another door as the guards opened it and they walked in as the booming began to fade.
The 'koi koi' sound of moving shoes took over the air as they matched past doors and guards who saluted the man he was following.
Soon, they were inside a large office. The man sitting on the other side.
He takes a long drag from the pipe as he puffed out smoke which radiated around him in thick form.
"You might be h*rny and need a good fvck. I got the perfect people for the job,"Don Veratti said.
"Don Omar wants me back ASAP. I ain't h*rny and for the record none of your strippers caught my eyes my rod is still as flat as a chick's butt,"Murphy replied sarcastically.
A frown took on Veratti's face as he stared unwaveringly at Murphy.
He broke into a hysteric laughter. Then, he smiled evilly.
"Wow! Such a brave man as they say, but you should know you are in my territory and I can do as I please here."he said.
"Then, you are calling for war Veratti, you are indirectly threatening Omar and you know he isn't someone you should threaten."Murphy said in response.
"Well, I'll let it slide."Veratti replied as he pulled out a briefcase and placed it on the desk before them.
Murphy looked expressionlessly as he did same by placing his briefcase on the desk too.
They swapped it and each opened it as a smell of mints hit Murphy's nose.
The smell of a rare package hit Veratti's nose.
"Nice doing business with Omar,"he said as he locked the case as well as extending his right hand for a handshake.
Murphy responded by receiving the handshake and he stood up instantly.
"I'm sorry, you end this way,"he replied instead.
His statement was abit confusing but not much time went before Veratti understood the meaning as he felt a rare kind of pain hit his skull and the briefcase dropped as he gripped his head with wide eyes.
He stared at Murphy.
"What have you done?"he trembled.
"Nothing just the smell was needed to sink into your brains."Murphy replied with a lopsided smile.
He walked over to Veratti's place as he picked the briefcase and straightened up.
"Nice doing business with you Don V-e-r-a-t-t-i."he drawled.
"You will pay."Veratti said. He trembled with a shaky voice.
"In hell," Murphy replied non-chalantly as he made for the door. He paused then turned around. "And please, my regards to Timotheus your partner."he chuckled evilly and opened the door.
Veratti clung to his head as he wheezed non stop till blood spluttered out of his mouth.
He fell on his knees hitting his jaw on the hard desk. Blood gushed out.
"A nice day again."Murphy muttered as he exited the office and went past the guards. Through the club of mafiosos. Through the hall way then, to his Lamborghini.
He pressed a button on the car key and a beep sound was heard as he slipped into the car and flung the briefcases to the space beside him. The car door slipped shut and he revved the car to life and he sped off
,far into the glimmering night. Deep into the city of mafias.
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Whooshing sounds dominated the road as machines zoomed off through the bustling city of Oakfalls. Murphy's Lamborghini moved freely on the expressway and at intervals overtaking seemingly slow cars.
A deadly smirk maintained a firm stand on his lips as he throttled the car, smashed the gear to a higher one then sped Pen
. The speedometer hitting 80km/h(kilometer per hour).
Few minutes later, the exotic car came to a halt before an elegant three storey mansion built in a pyramid shape. The night lamps shinning brightly with extensions to meters ahead.
He honked once and the gate slid open on it own accord.
He drove into the compound, unto a garage. The building and its environment was glimmering. Money smelt everywhere.
The guards at the entrance brought out a scanner and moved it all around him. And when he was clear, he was allowed entrance.
He walked for few seconds as he went past sections of several guards before getting to a large living room. There was a pin drop silence in the large room. In his hands were the two briefcases as the koi koi sound of his shoes stopped. He stood well and straightened up.
"Well-done Murphy,"a thick voice resonated the room as the silence broke.
"Yes boss,"he replied as he looked ahead of him, a few meters away was a man doned in a cute grey hoodie and sunshade seated on a throne like chair. His name is Don Omar.
"But, you should know, we just signed for war,"Omar said as he stretched forth his left hand to a stool and took hold of a cigarette pack and withdrawing a stick and he stuck it in his mouth then lit it up with a lighter. He dragged in smoke then puffed it out.
"I know that very well boss but I'm very sure, we will clear the deal with the Colombians before the war starts. That's our top priority now,"Murphy replied.
"Yes... You are right. I'll contact Beliah very soon."Don Omar said.
Murphy nodded.
"...but you gotta do something for me urgently. Rollins needs help downtown,some mamafvckers are threatening him."
"Very well boss! I will get on it, right away."Murphy saluted. Omar nodded.