Travel bags. Four of them. In Ruby's living room.Omari and Ruby were seated in silence and tension on her couch and the travel bags were by the center table. Omari was planning on keeping his word and leaving the city to save his sister's life. But such a drastic move was the last thing he had envisioned; he hadn't planned to leave the city for the next two, three or even five years, but this was what life was when one dealt with organized criminals: things tended to move fast. Very fast.In an hour or two, Omari was going to get on a bus and leave the city, and then he was going to make a video call to the phone which Sheila had reached him from to prove to her captors that he had indeed left the city, and then, she would be released.This was the plan, and Omari was willing to follow through, but this was just like a farewell visit to Ruby, the woman he loved."I really can't believe you'll be leaving.. Just like that.. I mean.. We only just met.. I.."Ruby cut herself short, swall

"Omari.. Omari, please talk to me.." Ruby said softly, tears flowing down her cheeks.Stoic. This was how Omari remained until the following morning. The shock of the event of his sister's execution that had just played out on his phone screen had sent shockwaves to his brain that had traumatized him and mentally paralyzed him. He had been rendered inactive since seeing Sheila die, and he was currently seated on the floor, still inside the truck, with his eyes wide open and a look on his face that gave one the impression that the lights were on, but there was no one home."Omari, please, for God's sake, say something," she said again, this time she whimpered towards the end of her statement.She had been unable to contain her emotion since they all watched Sheila get shot.Deep down, she was blaming Snyder for this, because it had all been his idea, but she was aware that she also had a role to play in this. She should have convinced Omari to make the logical move and save his sister'

It turned out that Mercedes had been so frustrated and feeling worthless with all the unfortunate incidents that had been going on in her life that she decided to take her own life by slitting her wrists. And on her 28th birthday of all days.The panic in the Colpani Mansion was very evident on the faces of all the occupants. Don Fabrizio had been called from his quarters and he'd called for the family doctor to come have a lot of Mercedes, who was presently laid on the bed and unconscious.The doctor, Doctor Deona, having requested for all the men (Gio, Sensi, Don Fabrizio, and the rest of the Uomini Marrone who'd been around) to leave the room, was stitching Mercedes up while the chefs were cleaning up the bloody mess that Mercedes had made on and around her bed. But amidst all these, Don Fabrizio, Giovanni, and Sensi were outside the room and going at each other's throats.“This is all because of you, Father!” Gio bellowed.“What do you mean, because of me? I have never put her thr

The sound of chirping birds that had become familiar due to constant hearing, the soft feel of the bed beneath her, and the unmistakable feeling of awareness of her surroundings.. It could only mean one thing.. She was alive.The realization of the fact that her attempt at suicide had failed wrecked her emotionally. She had wanted to die so badly that it hurt so much to know that she was still alive.Opening her eyes, the picture in her view, which was just the ceiling, was very blurred and dark at first, but it began to learn and brighten up as the seconds went by. Everything was still as it was before she'd taken the razor and slit her wrists on her birthday, only that it had been afternoon when she'd attempted to kill herself, bit by the look of things now, the day was already drawing to a close.Instantly, her mind went to Gio and Sensi, and how worried about her they would have been. She would have continued with her reminiscence, but she was cut short when she felt a sharp sting

“And word on the street is that this shit is going down in a matter of days... Two days, to be precise. And they're meeting at the Serb's nightclub, the big one on this side of town. Niggas everywhere be tripping, because they know this Serb nigga and the Italian fella are dangerous sons of bitches, man..”“What are they meeting for, to form an alliance or something, because if it was war, they wouldn't be sitting down at the same table to talk, right?”Man, you don't get it... These two crews, they're Ike oil and water to one another.. They've never mixed. The battle for supremacy in this city is between them... Why do you think the streets are worried? If it was an alliance, no one would be bothered because we'd benefit anyway. Alliances, especially those that happen at the top, are always good things because those at the bottom will have more products to sell and, subsequently, more food to eat. It worries the streets because they're beefing... A war is on the horizon, but this lit