THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

(At Alfred’s Villa)

Alfred and Caesar walked down an hallway till they got to a door. Caesar pressed a password on the door then it opened, revealing a room.

Loud cries of agony could be heard inside the room. A man was being lashed on he back with long whips.

The both of them steeped inside the room. The room was filled with lots of murderous weapons.

A man was tied on a pole. His back was filled with various scars and blood dripped from every part of his back.

Half of his skin had peeled off due to the way Alfred’s men tortured him.

Two of Alfred’s men held long whips in their hands. Blood dripped from the whip as they lashed it on the man’s back.

“Boss” the two men bowed as Alfred stepped in. Caesar pulled out a chair for Alfred and Alfred sat down in front of the man who was being tortured.

“Has he confessed yet?” Alfred asked in a deep and masculine voice.

“No, he hasn’t” Alfred’s men replied.

Alfred snirked dangerously as he faced the totured man. The man was the prime minister.

“Untie him from the pole.” Alfred commanded his men.

His men untied the prime minister and made him kneel in front of Alfred. There were no clothes on his body except his underpant.

The prime minister begged Alfred. His face was almost unrecognizable as he had been brutally tortured by Alfred’s men.

“I won’t kill you as long as you cooperate with me” Alfred said.

He took out a cigarette from it’s pack and placed it in between his lips. Caesar lit the cigarette with a lighter.

Alfred puffed out smoked from his mouth after taking a long drag from the cigar. Then he faced the prime minister.

“Prime minister, we had a deal. I gave you thirty of my men to help you do your dirty works and in return, you were to give me seventy percent of the gold that were brought to you..” Alfred paused and took a other drag from the cigarette then he continued.

“But you terminated the contract at the last minute. Why did you do that?” He asked the prime minister.

“Please don’t kill me! Please!”

“I asked you a damn question. Why did you terminate the contract?!” Alfred yelled.

The prime minister flinched when Alfred yelled. Alfred’s eyes were blazing with fury. His face was menacing and his cold gaze was enough to scare a lion.

The prime minister was scared to the core. So he confessed immediately

“The reason was because another mafia gang came to me with a better offer. Their leader told me he would lend me his men and when they get the gold, he would give sixty percent of it” he confessed.

Alfred smiled darkly when he heard that.

“So, because I offered you thirty percent of the deal, you terminated the contract and gave it to another mafia gang, right?” Alfred asked.

“Please, I am so sorry!” The prime minister cried.

Alfred remained quiet as he continued to smoke his cigar. Then he spoke up a minute later.

“What’s the name of the other mafia gang?” He asked.

“They are the Marcel family.” the prime minister answered, fearfully.

Alfred bursted into laughter when he heard the name. The prime minister wondered why he was suddenly laughing.

Alfred’s expression changed immediately into an angry one. He stood up from his seat and removed a pistol from his pocket.

“Where did you keep your own share of the gold?” Alfred asked, pointing the gun at the prime minister’s head.

“It’s.. It’s at the secret basement in my house” the prime minister answered in fear.

“I’ve told you everything you need to know, I hope you’re not going to ki.. kill me?” The prime minister stuttered.

“No, I am not killing you. I’m only gonna send you to hell so that you can pay for your sins.” Alfred replied and pulled the trigger.

A loud gunshot was heard afterwards. The prime minister’s body fell lifeless on the ground with a hole on his forehead.

Alfred’s men dragged the dead body out of the dungeon.

Caesar and Alfred were the only ones left in the dungeon.

“Inform the gang that we have a mission tonight” Alfred said.

(At Los Angeles Crime Force)

Theresa sat in her office as she worked on some files. Her office was a bit wide and spacious.

Lots of medals were hanged on the blue painted wall. Blue was her favorite colour.

A water dispenser was placed at a corner in the office. The ceiling fan was rolling at it’s lowest speed so as not to blow away the files.

Bright rays of sunlight shone inside the office through the slightly opened window.

Thresa raised her when she heard a knock on the door.

“Come in” she replied.

The door opened and a man walked in. He was dressed in a black uniform with LACF boldy written on the back of the uniform.

He saluted Theresa then he spoke.

“Ma’am, the general wants you to meet him in his office right now.” The man informed.

“Thanks, you can leave.” Theresa replied.

The man saluted her then he walked out of the office.

Theresa stood up and buttoned up her jacket. Then she walked out of her office.

She got to the general’s office a few minutes later. She knocked on the door and a masculine voice replied from inside.

“Come in.”

Theresa opened the door and she walked inside the office. The general was seated on his chair, sipping a cup of coffee.

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Theresa saluted him and stood in his front.

“Have your seat” the general said. Theresa sat down on the chair which was opposite the general.

“I just got a report that the prime minister has gone missing since yesterday” the general said.

“How and why?” Theresa asked with a puzzled look.

“I was told that a truck which contained pure gold was delivered to him two days ago” the general replied.

“Maybe that’s the reason why he was kidnapped. Whoever kidnapped him is surely after the gold” Theresa reasoned and the general nodded in agreement.

“I don’t know where he was taken to but one thing I know for sure is that…” Theresa paused and stared at the general.

“The person behind the prime minister’s kidnap will come to his house tonight to take the gold and we would be waiting for that person” She concluded with a smile on her face.