NINO
I held my pistol tightly to my side as I waited behind the door, listening for suspicious noises. And if my ears were serving me right, the clubbers were scampering for safety.
What the fuck is going on?
Amidst the chaos, I heard cautious footsteps approach my door, putting me on alert. I quietly step to the side, waiting for whoever it was to open the door. With a heavy force, the door went open and I pointed my gun towards there.
"Alejandro, cosa sta succedendo?"
"Alejandro, what's going on?"
I asked, lowering my gun on realising it was one of my men.
"I have no idea, boss. I heard the gunshot and decided to come check if you were safe."
"Do you have any idea where the sound came from?" I asked, still clutching my gun cautiously.
"Yes, I think the VIP lounge."
Enzo!
"Shit! Enzo's there. You're coming with me."
He nodded his head, before slowly pulling open the door and poking his head out a bit to check if it was safe.
"Clear."
I went outside, taking the lead, while moving cautiously. Clubbers were still scattered around, screaming at the sight of guns. Everything seemed a bit normal, except my men were parading the club with weapons of their own.
"What is going on?"
"Any sight of whoever the enemy is?" I asked another of my guys we came across, but he only shook his head negatively.
The cold steel of the gun in my hand felt heavier as I cautiously approached the VIP lounge, Alejandro following closely behind me.
Just as we were about to round up a corner, a gunman jumped in on us, pointing his gun.
Right before he could pull the trigger, my finger pressed down on the trigger of my gun, drilling a bullet into his arm. He lost hold of the gun he was holding and screamed in pain.
"What the fuck!"
"Why did you jump in on us like that? Do you really want to die that much?" I asked, anger seething through my teeth as I looked at the guy groaning in pain.
"Sorry boss, I didn't know it was you." He replied, clutching tightly unto his bleeding arm.
"That doesn't give you the excuse to act like an unskilled gunman. You shouldn't have jumped in on us like that— is this how you train them?" I turned to Alejandro, but he only bowed his head in response. Without another word we proceeded towards the VIP lounge.
"What happened?" I asked Enzo, immediately I sighted him.
"The sound of the gunshot?"
"Yes. Where is the bastard?"
"There is no bastard, Nino. The shot was from my gun, it was a mistake fire."
What?
"A mistake fire?" I asked, staring at him in disbelief
"Did it hit anyone?"
"No."
"You're moving around in my club with a cocked gun, Enzo? Do you have any idea how hard it is to stop the American government from making a fuss if you kill a citizen, even with how powerful I am? We are not in our city Enzo. Just because we are the most feared mafia doesn't make us troublemakers." My anger was rising, and it was getting hard to contain.
"I'm sorry."
I blew out a huff, collapsing on the sofa close to him, using my eyes to scan the now empty club. I sat still, staring into empty space as I tried to calm my nerves.
Even after all this chaos, she still lingers in my mind.
I'm slowly going crazy.
"Close the club, clean out the place. Should the police drop by, deny all of it, or simply feign ignorance. I'm heading home."
My commands were directed towards Alejandro as I stood up from where I sat.
Fuck!
As I drove home, I couldn't stop thinking. The thoughts were many but they were more in one direction. The ringing sound of my phone interrupted my thoughts.
What do they want now?
"Hmmm" I hummed into the phone, waiting to hear a response.
"Boss, we have successfully sorted out the problem with the shipment and are now ready to move out." The voice spoke, carrying a hint of pride.
"Which of the shipments are we talking about?"
"The one of 20 tons, at the Russian borders."
"Good! The list of the clients would be sent to you, you know what to do. Just—what the fuck!!"
The vibration of a violent shove from behind broke my conversation. A car drove with speed, maneuvering me into a corner on the highway.
An ambush?
I hastingly reached for the loaded gun in the glove compartment of my car, matching my leg tightly against the accelerator. The car jacked in a faster motion, hitting the other car out of my way while I aimed towards the driver of the car. I pulled the trigger, but I missed. The bullet hit him on the shoulder.
The other car tailed me in a hot pursuit as different bullets pierced through the windows of my car. A bullet grazed my right cheek, making me wince at the stinging pain.
After a few seconds of pursuit, the car caught up to me, driving closely by my side. The two bastards grinned in delight as they aimed their gun, ready to shoot. My eyes darted back to the road, my heart hammering against my chest.
I turned towards them with a smirk on my face as I quickly put the car in reverse before slamming my legs on the brakes. I watched with cold eyes as the car slammed into an incoming truck.
Bastards.
I pulled into the compound, my anger now on the verge of becoming a rage.
I need that girl!
Flinging the double doors open, I walked in, ignoring the greetings that came from whoever I came across. As I approached the underground prison, I heard loud music coming from the dance studio.
The studio was normally sound proof, but the sound of the music was seeping out. The volume of the music wasn't what drew my attention, but the loud cheering of men.
That cheer sounds all too familiar.
In a bid to satisfy my curiosity, I made my way towards the studio with hastened steps. Standing before the door, I twisted the doorknob, walking in. But what I saw took the lid off the rage I had been bottling up.