It was 9:30 pm that night when Razor told him that he was finished for the day. He nods his appreciation before immediately walking to his room, he then takes a shower, gets dressed, and after grabbing his phone, gloves, and the black silver watch he had taken from the suitcase, he heads for the door.
A few minutes later he closed the car door, fastened his seatbelt, put on the black leather gloves, just in case Liah's pleasure brought him to his knees again, started the car, and pulled out of the driveway.
He had just turned onto the street that leads to Liah's house when four cars swerved in front of him again blocking his path and causing him to come to a screeching halt. Four men stepped from all four cars and within seconds he was surrounded by sixteen men all carrying high-powered weapons.
"Come out a di fucking car now pussy." One ordered in a hostile tone. Why are these men provoking me? Michael wondered to himself as he snorted, shook his head, switched off the engine, opened the car door, and stepped out. "Check this pussy for weapons." Another order. "And before you get any dumb ideas, we know wey you was heading right now, so if you don't want me to put a bullet in her head, I suggest you put you rass in the car." Another growls.
One of the men approached him and began patting him down. Of course, he could've stopped them if he wanted but that would have put Liah in danger so he decides to let them have their way, for now. The man grabs the phone from his pocket, fling it on the ground hard smashing it to pieces. The same man then grabs the whip from Michael's waist and holds it out.
"Hey, a di killer whip this wey me hear dem youth a chat bout." He says to the others and they laugh. "Hey, you know sey you naa get back dis rass ya, right?" The one with the whip says. Michael snorts but says nothing. "Now get you rass in a di car." Another one order and the one with the whip pushed him towards one of the cars.
"Wait a how him did a gwaan so bad the other night and now him caa sey shit?" One asks and laughs as the car he was in pulls away from the others. He didn't need to look behind him to know the others were following closely. "Maybe him finally realizes dat him is a sitting rass duck." Another in the car laughs.
"If di boss neva want him alive, I would a buss a shot in a him rass." Another said and on and on they went, one hostile comment after another. So here he was, sitting in between two very hostile men in the back seat and two equally hostile ones in the front, each carrying deadly weapons.
He should be scared shitless but again he wasn't. He had to give them credit though, they were doing their best to intimidate him with their words but he wasn't the least bit intimidated. Instead, he found them extremely annoying and he found himself taking deep slow breaths to calm his growing annoyance.
He also realized that despite his growing annoyance it didn't prevent him from memorizing the route they were currently on. Funny how no one thought of blindfolding him. He thought with another snort. He was almost at his wit's end when the car came to a stop at a big black iron gate.
The guard at the gate nods to the driver before opening the gate. The man drives through and up a long driveway before stopping before a huge two-story brown house. Michael realized that even though Razor's house was bigger, this house wasn't bad-looking either.
The men all step from the car and the one on his left shove him, indicating for him to get out of the car which he did. As soon as he was out another one shoved him towards a big black door. He took a deep breath before following the men that were walking ahead of him. The door opened and he found himself standing in a big hall, at one end of the hall was a staircase leading up to the second floor.
Now he had to admit he was a bit disappointed. For someone who was feared by so many, he was expecting a building far exceeding Razor's. Somewhere that would drive fear into him just by looking at it. Yes, this house was dark and scary with a measure of elegance but Razor's house was far more intimidating.
They led him into a well-decorated office with a big oak desk, a sofa, a few chairs with red seats, a few cabinets, and a big red velvet chair with who he assumed was the boss sitting in it. The man who he assumes was the boss got up from the chair with a smug smile on his face.
Michael noticed that this man's complexion was much darker than Razor's, he was also much more muscular and meaner looking than Razor. On the desk was a bottle marked Appleton Estate Reserve Jamaica Rum and two glasses with ice and some of the liquid from the bottle.
"Well, well, well, I see you've finally brought me Batman." He said sucking something from his teeth. "Alright, first things first, you're not from around here and you're not familiar wid how things run round ya so, I'll let the fact that I've to call you twice slide, for now." The leader says with an evil smirk. "This belongs to him, Boss." One of the men said placing His whip on the desk.
"Rass, a dat whip me a hear so much bout?" The leader asks looking at the whip. "Yes Boss." Another answer. "Full black clothes, long black coat, black army boots, and your whip of death. Ohhh, I'm shaking in my boots." The leader said shaking his shoulders as if he was cold.
"I've wanted to meet you for a while now, I've been hearing a lot about you and I'm guessing you must've heard a lot about me too. The big bad monster from the other side." The leader said in a deep tone, laughing as he puffed out his chest and shook it like an Ape.
"Want to know a secret?" The leader asks with an evil smirk. "Everything you heard about me is probably true." He laughs. "But here is the thing, from what I heard, you're someone I definitely want on my side, so mi a go get straight to di point." The leader begins sitting back down on the chair, taking one of the glasses in his hand and placing his feet on the desk.
"I want you to kill that mother fucker Razor for me and I know you can and in return, I will set you up with a new identity, a place of your own, more money than you can spend in one lifetime, and a different woman to warm your bed every night. Hell, I'll even put you in charge of that community you are now living in. All that and much more, I mean, come on, let's be honest. What has Razor really offer you? I can make you more powerful than you could ever imagine, so, what do you say?" The leader asks taking a sip from the glass.
Michael look at the men in the room, if he wasn't certain before he was definitely certain now that something was seriously wrong with him, because here he was, in the base of the notorious leader from the other side, surrounded by men with weapons that could shred him to pieces in seconds and yet he still didn't feel an ounce of fear. What, did the Holy one forgot to insert fear in his D. N. A , when he made him?
"Hey, earth to bat man." The leader said clapping his hands loudly. "Yeah, I'm gonna need a fucking answer, as in like right now, man." The leader said when Michael focus his dark eyes on him again.
Thank you all for reading
words of encouragement
No matter how bad things are,
there is still hope
Riddle from last ch: why is doing nothing so tiring?
Ans: Because you can't stop to rest. Ha, good one
you're dead tried doing nothing, now ain't that the truth.
Ok, so here's another. "What has more feet in winter, than in summer? Good luck guys.