Antonio
My shoulder hurts like a bitch, that damn Russian! But fuck am alive. I am still alive and he wants me to work for him. I don’t know why and I don’t think I want to ask. Or he might just be another bullet in me. DJ helps me clean my wound, he is quiet as he busied himself with the task at hand. “Say something.” His silence is bothering me now, DJ is never this quiet. “I am just trying to process the fact that we are still alive and now working for the Mafia.” He tells me and I am baffled.
I think his logic is screwed. “How are you not happy that we are still alive? Or did you prefer us dead?” I asked not able to grasp the logic behind what he said. “No, but we are now targeting only he knows the man seems to like you. I saw the way he was looking at you like it fascinated him.” He tells me but I disagree. There is no way the guy who just put a hole in my shoulder with a bullet likes me.
“Well, if he likes me as you say which I disagre
Antonio On the drive back the girl was shaking like a leaf and I just stared out the window watching the buildings go by. One day she will understand that I had no choice, that this life does not differ from the jungle, and that, humans will always choose themselves over anything else. “You killed him.” She says with a shaky voice and I glanced at her. “So?” I asked then looked back at the window. “You killed my father!” she said this time louder, but I did not look at her, I did not need to see the state she was in to understand how she was feeling or what I did. I know, I lost my soul in the process too. “Again, I ask, so?” I asked her, I know she does not have an answer to that and I was not expecting one. I just need her to shut the hell up! “I told you I…” I cut her shot before she says something stupid that will force me to kill her too. “Shut the fuck up! Annoying bitch, what makes you think I care about your father or you?” I know tho
Antonio “DJ, you know what to do while I am gone, if she leaves then her death will not be on our hands.” I looked at her then walked out following Boris who was waiting for me outside the door. “The boss is waiting in the basement,” he tells me but I don’t answer. He turns his head slightly to look at me then shook his head, I really don’t care about this one, my biggest problem now is this meeting. When we get to the basement, the car was already waiting with the back door open and the sea of guards standing next to it. “You here, well, get in we have to talk.” I hummed my response then got in next to him and Boris took the driver’s seat. “After this meeting, we have some things to talk about but in this meeting, I want you to prove yourself once again.” My stomach turned when he said that. This doesn’t sound good at all, I might have to kill someone else but then again, it’s either them or me and right now self-preservation is more importa
Krystal My father is dead, and it is my fault. If I did not get mixed up with the Russian, he would still be alive. I wiped the tears that kept falling on my cheeks. ‘Am sorry dad.’ More tears came. My father is dead, and I do not get to bury him. I do not even know what the Russians did with his body. ‘Oh, Lord what have I done?’ I just wanted to help him out when we were struggling, I did not know that it will end like this. Now, now I am this man’s prisoner, and I must work for him. Now I have no life and if I want to live. I will have to do as the guy tells me, I know that the moment I leave this place they will kill me but for the life of me; I do not see myself staying here and working for the mafia. The older guy is nice even though he does not talk much, the driver came back with some clothes for me and a laptop. I was told that I will look after the interests of the man that took me. The older man DJ as the other one calls him, ordered me fo
AntonioI thought that this was going to be easy, but it is not, this entire experience has turned me into a different person, one that I do not recognize. During this past week, I have killed more than I thought I ever would; I have injured, and I have threatened people. Gang lords, officials, and business owners. I have been living in the warehouse for the past week doing collections and killing people. Oh, I have even started drinking vodka now, a true Russian drink, and I have turned into one in this past week.Am sure Yuri is going to be proud when he hears how his right-hand man has been doing this past week, right now I am not different from him, in fact, I am exactly like him if not more. “Boss, he's here.” Says one of my men getting into my office, today I am collecting from a Chinese man, these people are under the Russian’s protection, yet they think they can cross him and not pay the protection fee.“Get him t
AntonioAfter the money is packed, my guys and I leave the warehouse. I am so grateful to be leaving this place, being here can wear out a person, all the blood, the violence and death. Can be too much and besides I get to see DJ. I missed him and funny enough I missed the woman as well. My driver parked the car in the basement of Lux then opened the door. I missed this place, it’s my home now and I like it here. Well, for now, I don’t plan on living here forever.I walked to the elevator and pressed the button to call for it. It pings then the door opens; I walk in and pressed my desired floor. Going up feels slow, I need to meet with the Russian then get a proper rest before Karan gets here. The elevator pings my arrival and I got out. The Russian’s are flooding this floor like the first time I was here, they nod in my direction as walked towards the door, tattoos peaking out their shirts on the necks and arms.One can tell t
Antonio“Tony, Tony wake up.” I yawned rubbing my eyes then blinked and found DJ hovering above me. “What is it?” he shakes his head. “It’s true what they say that when you sleep you forget, the Russians are here.” I jumped out of bed and stood in front of him. “What do they want, did they do something to you or Krystal?” I am going crazy right now and my head is still foggy. “Snap out of it, son, you are picking up the Russian boss this evening and it’s time.” Right!I completely forgot about that. “I will be right there.” He walks to the door and opens it then turns to look at me. “Make it quick, being in the same room as those people is uncomfortable.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he leaves the room. I jump into the shower and take a quick one then got dressed in one of my best suits and walked out. Mikhail is standing by the door chewing on
Antonio “Now it’s time for us to prove ourselves, let’s get this Russian back to Lux safe then deal with the Italians,” I tell the guys, but my girl doesn’t seem to agree. “We can’t take this back to Lux, if we ignore them now then, they are going to take it there and there are innocent people there.” She is right. “Souls and I will get Karan out safe. Leta and Fingers you guys will be with Yuri. Lead the Italians away from us and I will communicate when we have arrived safely.” I hope this works and for it to work I need to let the streets work for me. “Just the two of you with the head of the brotherhood?” I see I scare her but this is not the time for that. “Yes, and we will get him back safe.” She nods, I like she trusts me. “Yuri, you are going back with everyone when we leave the airport, and I will take Karan.” There is silence for the moment. “Can you get him back safe kid?” I hate that calls me kid. “Yes, I can just trust me and do what I sa
AntonioAs Karan’s security detail takes him to the elevator, Yuri comes to me and pats me on the shoulder. “You did good, kid, you might have just saved our arses from being killed today.” Well, I didn’t know that there was something that could scare Yuri, it’s good to know that he is still human, well, somewhat human. “Anything to save our arses.” He chuckles and walks beside me as we head to the elevator with our guys behind us.“Why doesn’t the boss have a Russian name like you? Because if I understand correctly Karan is an Indian name not Russian.” He sighs then slows his steps. “Well, you are part of the family now and you just saved his life so I will tell you.” He pauses then looks at me briefly. “Karan is half Russian and half Indian. His mother was an Indian woman while his father was a high-ranking member of the bratva.” He tells me then looks around as if to make sure no one