CHAPTER 1
Mission Aborted!
Terry De Devil's POV:
'Didn't she come to pick food from the trash today?' I asked myself as I stretched my neck to see the poor girl I admire and have a secret crush on. 'I've been hearing rumors that she escaped from children's home. How can such place house such a cute girl!? She is the only lady I've found so cute but she is fucken poor like hell, perhaps, she is not my standard.
I don't know why I still like it whenever she comes around.' I waited for some few minutes and sat in my chair after she did not show up. My expectation beat my reality. Sometimes you don't get what you want, such is life!
"Master, someone is on the phone." The 40-year-old maid gave me my phone and turned back to go out without my permission.
"Did I ask you to leave!?" I enjoyed commanding. In my house, I always wanted to feel like a god and out there, an assassin.
My deep voice caught her like a magnet and sent her spirit out so she couldn't move a step again.
"Hello, Terry De Devil speaking." I arrogantly said on the phone and brushed my soft hair with my rough palm making them lay backward.
"You are to deliver a package to the Russian warehouse, my gang is waiting for you there. You have less than an hour. Hit me up when you are done and payment will be transferred in a second. Look! You have no audacity to open the package. This mission takes you to a whole new level. Don't fuck up." The voice from the other side of the phone commanded. It was the Russian Mafia but I feigned ignorance.
"What package?" I asked curiously and regretted it in that instance. It was so fast; I wished I had not asked at all. I didn't want to fuck up as he said. After killing my uncle, for the past two years, they have been using me as their assassin. This would be my last mission and I'd succeed my uncle. This would be a deadly game. The vengeance I longed for was getting closer to me. I believed these guy had a hand in killing my uncle but I needed concrete evidence.
"I think this should be the last time you be such curious about a deal. Hey, I'll send you an SMS with the pickup point, pictures of the people you'll get it from, and the language code. DO NOT OPEN THE PACKAGE!!!" He commanded again and cut the call. His voice was so cold like an adage in his early 60s.
"BILLIONAIRE!!" I screamed and tossed my phone on my bed. I was much richer than these dudes. My own money and my uncle's fortune. They didn't know what I had kept patiently in the stall for them. Least did they know I had already made myself the CHICAGO MAFIA ASSASSIN. They just wanted to make it official but I didn't need that. I had already served them just for my gains and learned something from them. That day, after the mission, I'm would have ended with them.
"Breakfast is ready, Master." Another maid came to interrupt and attempted to go out. I had saved her from the Brazilian Mafia's bodyguard a week ago when he was in the middle of raping her. We made an agreement that if I saved her; she would serve me for a year upon which she agreed. 'I know I'm cruel but only displays it on my enemies. My enemies always suffered my cruelty!'
I called her back and made the first maid who had brought the phone leave my room.
"let Aaron bring my phone next time!", I warned Lilly, the Head maid.
"Yes, Devil" Lilly nodded politely and walked out with the prostitute I had brought home last night, leaving the other maid behind.
"What did you make for breakfast?" I asked and walked closer to her. She was new and didn't know the rules. No one dared to do that. Coming in without knocking while another maid was there? At least, she could have just used to voicemail. Banging into my room just like that was a very bad and uncouth behaviour.
She saw my eyes look strange as if I were fighting my worst enemy. I felt so different and crazy at that instance. Last week at the Brazilian Mafia's house, it was this same mistake she had done that the bodyguard wanted to take advantage of and rape her. It was this same question he asked.
"Answer my question!!!" He yelled at her. I just sat on a sofa and watch him from his half-opened door. That dude was so unprofessional. Before she could say something, he had banged his muscular dick inside her mouth.
She couldn't resist, she had to stimulate till he would cum. I sensed that was his hobby.
That was harassment and didn't know why this situation was unprecedented by Armando La Clever, the Brazilian Mafia. Not on my path, I was rude to them and paid them high amounts as compared to other maids who worked for billionaires and other Mafias, yet, I didn't have the guts to rape them.
Everything was an agreement that they accepted before they worked for me. If they fucked up big time, probably, it would call for a devastating punishment which I wouldn't hesitate to do it.
He lifted her, sat her on his table, and went straight for her vagina.
"Please, Sir! I'm sorry." She pleaded and grabbed the curtains but he pitied her. The cry and moan turned me on at that instance, yes, turned my anger and devilish side on. I entered the room and before he could turn and say something, my fist had moved swiftly and rested on his hairy pale face pushing an eye into his silly skull. Just a punch threw him on the floor silently. He didn't get up to retaliate but to protect himself from me. Running out, he fell and collapsed at his doorpost. "Would you work for me?" I asked. She nodded simultaneously and followed me home. Flickers of the old memory began coming back.
She thought I was going to do the same for her, I glanced at her pale sad face and hot body. She was just hotter than the prostitute I brought home last night. I had better things to do than have sex with her.
"The mission!!" I roared and let go of her. When I checked my phone, the SMS had arrived and rested on the screen for fifteen good minutes.
I rushed to my closet and dressed up gently; I would never leave home without testing my favorite shotgun through my window so my maids and servants got used to gunshots.
"Keep an eye on the poor girl who picks food from the trash bin and give her my breakfast.", I assigned her while I rushed out, that could be a moderate punishment.
There were some missions, I didn't need anyone's help. I would call for backup if only I fucked up or changed my plans. Sometimes, they watched my back as I do them.
"Watch my back," I whispered to one of the bodyguards, Aaron: My favorite. He knew what to do. He would drive and follow in a reasonable gap to the extent that, no one would realize we worked together.
When I got to the pickup point, Aaron didn't follow. As I said, he always knew what to do. That's how I trained him to be and he was exactly that. I read some words from my phone to them. They were written in the English alphabets but their pronunciation were Russian which I understood just few words.
Two Russians opened my trunk and dropped the package. It wasn't any mere thing. I felt it as my benz danced up and down.
"Leave here!" one of them echoed and banged my trunk with his foot.
"Come check something." I furiously called one but they didn't get me. I signaled the one who banged the trunk and made his nose bleed with just a fist punch. "You dare not mess up with me, this car is expensive." The other one pulled his gun and pointed it at me but a voice that I couldn't decipher asked him to drop his weapon. Probably, they might have already heard of me but they just wanted to give it a try. I would have killed the guy whom I had hit if he had not dived to the other end when I accelerated.
On my way to the Russian warehouse, I figured Aaron, my bodyguard wasn't following me. Maybe, he had other plans so I didn't consider it; I snapped it off my mind and played some hip pops till I reached there.
"Congratulations to the new CHICAGO ASSASSIN MAFIA!"
A group of men stood up and clapped for me when I entered the warehouse. It was a very large place. I had been there many times but the place looked new. They had packed and arranged everything to wait for my coming. They picked up their package from my car.
All these while, I stood in their middle with my car, and the high luminous lights reflected in the eyes of those who stood in front. One of them looked very familiar but it seemed I had forgotten where and the exact place we met. I wanted to get down and ask who he was but he vanished right after clapping. He looked at me while I was in the car and gave me a bad smile.
"Drive back peacefully, buddy. Don't ruin this. Enjoy your life as a Maf." a security pointed his gun to my head and suggested I should leave. They still had the package on the ground. Is the package breathing? Suddenly, that jumped into my mind. I felt concerned about the package though, I'd be punished if I touched it. After a few moments, blood flowed from it. Did they just use me to cover a useless murder?
"What's in the package, it's bleeding?" I asked the guy who still had his silly gun pointed at my head but he tilted his head signaling me to leave.
I started my engine and drove off the warehouse. At a few distances, two cars blocked the road and made it a dead end. IT'S A TRAP! I said to myself and reversed. Before I realized it, I had crushed another car that blocked my back so that I wouldn't be able to reverse escape.
Guns started raining on my car, my arm was the first place to take a bullet before I could fire back. My bullets got finished. I fucken didn't prepare for this at any moment. I could see the face of death and I was ready to go with him. That's what you gain from the MAFIA game.
Suddenly, the guns stopped hitting my direction, they fell one by one, each person in own blood. The silent gun took them one by one until the last person sped off with a knee injury.
"Aaron!??" I always said he had other plans when It came to protecting me. He came down from the neglected building which stood by right. He had been hiding there all this while. I tested my engine and it responded. I chased the last guy and unbelievably ended up at the Russian Warehouse.
All hands guns pointed toward me when I entered and Aaron followed with a grenade.
"Mission Aborted, drop the package back in my car!!" I yelled and shot the guy whom I had followed. "Do it now!" They brought it and dropped it in my trunk we went out. We left the with the grenade so that they wouldn't follow us which they never did until we reached home.