Chapter 2

Chapter 2

** The McClaren brothers **

Peter McLaren, the god of his ladies and the nightmare of more than one! Peter was one of his men you'd hear about all over Montreal, there were lots of stories being told about him and not very nice things. He was the Prince of Montreal.

Peter and his twin brother Paul were two Mafiosi, they alone had a whole team of men as violent as each other, they had reached a very high stage of their "career" because they even work with the bosses of 'states.

Peter had two nightclubs and a five-star restaurant. and Paul he ran a whole chain of streaptease clubs. Behind all of his things his two brothers hid everything that was going on behind, money laundering, prostitution, drug distribution and whatnot, they single-handedly created this whole empire. Who doesn't know the McClaren brothers in Montreal?! They were even nicknamed the two P's or the big P's.

They might do business together and be more than brothers but twins, they had two completely different characters, Peter was the more human of the two if you could call him that, slow to anger but very dangerous. He had a Mafia Barron style, although both had the same style but Peter's was much more pronounced, he liked women, oh yes he liked women, but he didn't like long relationships.

Paul was a different kind, completely nuts, a clan all by himself, oblivious to what he was doing, he liked violence, he was the type with a strong character and quick to anger, very quick to anger I would even say, impulsively, he destroyed everything in its path.

Born to an African-American parent who exiled to Canada for professional reasons, the twins grew up in the slums of Montreal with their older brother John Jr McClaren, who suffers from the disease, a global developmental delay.

They both engaged in street fights and often beat each other up with their schoolmates for teasing their older brothers. Turning things around they both started the street business and they became kings thanks to their wild sides.

** Peter McClaren **

Peter went like every Sunday to his mother with his new little protector and driver, as usual, a car followed them behind he did not need to ask himself a thousand and one questions he already knew it was Agent Covey is the agent we put in to investigate the McClaren brothers, each time Agent Covey found a new lead on the alleged Mafiosi it was immediately blurred by I don't know who, he was even starting to suspect his teammate of being a sellout.

Peter: hello mom. He said walking back to his mother's kitchen

Lily: my son, how are you?!

Peter: I'm fine and you?!

Lily: cava, where is your brother?!

Peter: he's on his way I think.

He is seated at the table, as every Sunday the McClaren family get together to share a family moment, it is a family ritual that was established by their mother, Mrs. Lili-Rose McClaren. Mr. John Sr. McClaren left them when the twins were twelve years old, twenty-three years since the McClaren children have never seen their fathers again.

Paul: mom! He said with open arms in front of the kitchen door

Lily: you are late little prince

Paul: you know the business mom. He said kissing his mother

Lily: even on Sunday?! Come on go sit next to your brother

Paul: where is John?!

Lily: he's still sleeping, I didn't want to disturb him

John: I'm here mom. He said entering the kitchen

Peter: cava John?!

John: Peter! He said with enthusiasm

Paul: and I don't count?!

John: no bad Paul!

Lily: come and sit down. She said handing him the chair

Paul: What did I do?!

John: you didn't come to see me

Paul: oh yes! I promised you we went for ice cream, excuse me brother, I was busy

Lily: cava!? She asks Peter as she gently puts her hand on his shoulder

Peter: yes. He said with a weak smile. I'm happy to be here mom

Lily: I'm glad you're here too, but you should spend a lot more time seeing your family and putting your work aside a bit, you have to take a vacation sometimes

Peter: you're right, I would come and spend my vacation here in that case

After spending half, the day with his family Peter was forced to leave them for an emergency accompanied by Paul.

When they arrived on the scene, their men were already there, in the midst of them each attaching to a chair two white men with their faces already badly bruised.

Paul: oh no! I wanted to start first! He said seeing the blood-filled faces of the two men

Peter: Is that them?!

Anibal: yes

Peter: So were you the one who tried to put her upside down?!

.: Peter I'm sorry, I wouldn't do it again. Supposed the first man. Let me go I'm begging you

.: what are you doing! Why are you begging him! Stay worthy! Him and his brother are motherfuckers

Paul: oh! Ah ah ah. He was laughing out loud until he pulled his gun out of his coat pocket and shot the second man in the head.

Peter: And of the two of us I'm the most dangerous. He said to the man. Well listen to me, if you don't want to end up like your buddy you better tell us who sent you to cheat us!

...: this is. this is. this is. Suffocating

Peter: talk!

The man was shaking with fear, he said to himself that it was all over for him, no chance he would survive, who will take care of his wife and son?!

If he did that it was just to have a lot more money and to provide for his family, he was nevertheless very skeptical when his dead friend now offered him the mission, he had nevertheless assured him that nothing serious going to happen to him.

Paul: talk, I know where your wife and your son are. He said while singing

.: No! Please! No! I beg you

Peter pulled his brother aside

Peter: not the family! He said threateningly

Paul: it was you who said not the family not me!

Paul went to the man

Paul: besides your wife, she has one of her peers from the nibar, I would put my face in it, a good bitch!

All the men who were in the room laughed

.: I swear I don't know anything, it was my friend who asked me to participate in the mission that was given to her, I just wanted to make some money

Paul: You're lying! He said raising his voice

.: I swear it on what I hold dearest!

Paul: you shut up. He raised his voice without forgetting to punch her in the face with his hand filled with gold and silver ring.

Peter: listen to me. By stepping forward from the victim. I'll leave you a week, I said a week and no more to find his people, if next Sunday I have no concrete information you will serve as a desert for the alligators in the city zoo, and I will make sure that your death is as long and painful as possible, did I make myself understood!?

...: Yes.

Peter: release him! He said leaving the room

Peter knew very well that when he left the room his brother was going to take pleasure in torturing the young man before releasing him, he did not pay attention because he had many things that he was preoccupied with at the moment, on health. of his brother John, his mother had spoken to him earlier in the week, John had a problem with one of his kidneys and he needed a kidney transplant in the months that followed otherwise his case might worsen and become very dangerous, it was to give for mission to find a queen for his brother in court deadlines.

When night fell, the two most upscale nightclubs in town owned by Peter were in full swing, people didn't know where to turn, all the public figures of the country came to the first nightclub, we called it the main nightclub because it was much bigger than the second and more luxurious.

Peter also had to go often, most of the people who went there were either Mafiosi, businessmen and politicians, the rich and even the police, nothing held back the McClaren brothers, they mixed up everyone and he there is no difference between the rich and them because they were all thirsty for power with their hands filled with blood.