Episode Two
A huge hairy palm lifts a newspaper resting on the table languidly. The message on it buries stiff incognizant to him. "Shit!" Stretching for his spectacles, he smoke's his pipe impatiently. "I'd been back in 1949." His eyes gawed the snuffbox. "Andrew, I didn't born you to be a dullard. Can't you help the handicapped?"
Andrew hasted to him and aided the snuffbox. "Papa. I didn't want to perturb you. You've refused to take your medicines since 2 hours 21 minutes ago. Why are you so sadistic?"
"I like you to remember that it's not your fault. The life i choose. Whatever opportunity you've got to make a change, do it son. Don't imitate my foolish steps."
"Come on Papa. Stop the melancholy talks. We will make it. No matter how long it takes."
His hairy hands rubs Andrews cheek. "I want you to understand that I love you so much."
"I love you more grandpa." Andrew conveyed the food dish closer.
"I don't have appetite, son."
"Come on, grandpa. Don't let this meal go to waste. I endeavor all night to raise money for feeding fees." The old man coughed. He stretches for the young boy's palm.
"Alright, son. I will eat. On one condition."
"What, Grandpa?" His eyes raised in inquisition.
"You...." He coughs. "You have to join me."
Andrew chuckled. "Of course Grandpa. I don't like eating alone. You know me."
Footsteps approaches the inn. Five hefty men surrounds the old man.
"Ha." Rodriguez laughed bitterly. "Look at this Old ape. Feigning to be a saint." All laughed rudely.
"Who are you guys?" Andrew asks innocently. Rodriguez bent closer to him. His gun peak's pointed direct at the poor urchin's forehead.
"Don't worry, we are Santa Claus and father Christmas."
His body flinched slowly. "Just that your Papa over here owes us money. He's vied not to clear his debt's."
"Rodriguez, don't involve my son in this shit. I swear i will give you the fucking paper i owe you." His voice laced reluctantly.
Rodriguez roses up. His gun directed to the old man's forehead.
"No, no no." Andrew knelt down, his body shivering away. "Please. Please don't." Sweat pour down profusely from his forehead.
"Oh, what a moment. Duke, your son's pretty anxious. Can't you do something?"
"I swear Rodriguez. I will hunt you down if you harm my son. Don't harm my son!!!"
Gunshot echoes loudly. Blood streamed down to the floor. Andrews eye's dilates, exhibiting a start of insanity, his mouth agape at the incident.
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The air was temperate, and the stars
befrilled the dark blue blanket of the night with their
ethereal glow, the silver orb of the Moon illuminated all
sylvan land that surrounded the city buildings. Yet the tall skyscrapers stood conspicuous, embelling the night in a stream of light variety.
Maxwell's car rests on that garage at the Predator Brands enterprise wine company owned by the Cruise family. His eyes monitors ongoing performance from it's employees. Just that instant, a buzz from his mobile device vibrates instantly.
"Hello, Don Emilio."
"How's the wine business going?"
"Pretty well, sir. I got Intel that Chinese boss, Quan Chin wants to invest in our organization."
"That's good news indeed. Your partner is on his way."
"Really? Oh i can't wait to see him.It's been 5 years i last heard from him. How's he coping?"
A car headlamp gleams brightly toward's Maxwell. The new engine, Mercedes-benz biome ceased his attention in a slice of incidence.
"Hey, Ethan is that really you?" His legs moved while his body gave his visitor a warm welcome.
"Oh, my best of all. I've always been contemplating about you. I really missed you my friend."
"I do most, Ethan. We will talk more later. I got to go check on my sister."
"Oh, I admire you. Alright then.."
"My driver is on his way coming, so don't worry, after he arrives you can return. Don Emilio always say that you barely come to visit the company. He just want you to visit even if not often."
"Don't worry. I promise to visit more often now."
Maxwell's eyes dilates in absentmindedness. "Oh. I almost forgot." He conveyed a bunch of keys from his pocket.
"Its for your new house down in Chinatown."
" Alright, I will wait."
The smoke from the car exhaust escalates the premises as it plied down the major road. Just after 15 minutes, a car showed up.
"You must be the chauffeur."
"Yes, Sir."
"Maxwell urges you to inform the workers to close by 10 pm. There's lot of doing tomorrow."
His Mercedes Benz biome drove down to Chinatown. The chauffeur alights from the car.
"Hello, boss. All set."
25 minutes later,
Maxwell's wagon heads for the company. Just few steps away from reaching his destination, a loud explosion erupted from the company's building, a conflagration engulfed with extreme tendency. He alights off the vehicle. "Fuck! Shit. Darn it."
Don Emilio's mansion
"I had first hunch about the guileless of that chauffeur." Ethan's voice laced in assurance.
"The Montenegro's had sparked a war. We must respond and show those fools how ruthless we are."
"I scrutinize the CCTV footages. The chauffeur drove out 10 minutes before the explosion." Maxwell affirms.
"Shitttttttttt! That fucking bastard." Don Emilio's foot hits the nearby chair in a fit of rage.
"I promise you, Don Emilio. I will teach those fools how to brush their teeths."
"Ethan, you're my only hope now. I want you to return the favor. Show those bastard what they really wanted."
"I'm with you till the end, boss."
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A van packed at a nearby dilapidated building. Two hefty men shoved Andrew out of the car as if he was a mere sack bag. Rodriguez conveyed him to a hall.
"Listen, ugly. Your grandpa disposed to be useless in life. Luckily you've got me now. I will make you useful."
Andrew spat on his cheek abruptly. Rodriguez paused. He wiped up the spit. Soon he laughed loudly.
"You know I think i made the right choice bringing you here. You will be really useful. You low life." He dashed a slap on Andrew's cheek.
"Vic."
"Yes boss."
"Take this imbecile to the action, let him face the music."
All hand's conveyed the boy to the inner room. Suddenly the door slamps.
"Boss."
Rodriguez eyes moved to the door and sights the standing figure before him. "Nathan, son."
"How's work?"
"You don't need to ask for work everyday. It's becoming boring." Rodriguez assist Nathan to the dining set.
His heavy hand conveyed the toasted bread and salad.
"So, have you taken care of the idiot?"
"Oh, you mean packer? Of course. That bitch had it coming. I guess he's got what he deserves."
"What of the money?"
Nathan eyes glared expressionlessly, orbiting around their sockets. Really he knows the sun had baked him.
"You asshole. I told you to burn down their fucking house and bring all the paper along. This year i swear every fucking fool that owes me money will face the music."
"Father."
"Hush. You low life. Get your lazy ass to his house and pick all the money before anyone's hand had got them."
"Yes, dad."
"Take the gangsters with you and get the fucking job done."
"I will dad."
"Don't you dare come back empty handed."
Rodriguez folked a slice of chicken and conveyed to his mouth, watching his son use the exit.