MAFIA CITY
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CHAPTER 7
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FLASHBACK:
10 YEARS AGO¶¶¶
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A young man in his early twenties could be seen walking briskly along a crooked pathway. He ran and walked at a fast pace at intervals. A cellophane bag dangled in his left hand as he hurriedly took his steps.
Few moments later, he bursted into a broad way. He ran across the tarred way. On the other side was a slightly dilapidated bungalow. He hastily climbed the few steps before the door and barged in, breathing heavily.
"Mom! I'm back."he spoke out as he placed the bag on a wooden table inside a stuffy sitting room. On a cushion was a figure covered by a thick blanket. It was a female. A slight shudder could be made out as she shivered.
"Here, take the drugs,"the young man said as he put forth peeled out drugs to her with a cup of water in his right hand.
The shivering figure stretched forth her shivering fingers as she grabbed the cup then, she tendered her left palm. The young man poured the drugs into her palm. She slowly yet carefully chugged down the drug as she heaved a sigh.
"Tha–nks M–urphy."she spoke as her teeth clattered against each other.
The young man sighed. He rubbed his knee caps. "I want..."he was saying as the sound of a nearby vehicle was heard. He paused as he narrowed his ears. Suddenly, he sprung up, bolted out of the door then made for the direction of the sound.
It was a nearby bungalow too. In front of the house was a lorry as a middle aged-man slowly climbed down out of it. Young Murphy stopped before the just opening door as he sucked in a deep breath.
The man raised his head up in fright as a shocked expression crossed his facial outline.
"Hey Murphy, what's wrong?"he inquired.
"Good afternoon Mr Donald,"Murphy said.
"Yeah, afternoon boy. What's up?"the man asked with a ghetto accent.
Murphy raised his head up as he peered into his eyes. A pleading look overshadowed his face. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you but, I need you help, My mom's sick and I need to take her to the hospital. Please, help me."
Mr Donald sighed. "Okay, I'll help. Come lend me a hand lemme offload some packages in time."he spoke as he held Murphy's shoulders in a way which says 'calm down.'
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AT THE HOSPITAL
"I'm sorry but, she's got limited time to live... Her cancer is past healing. You should have hastened your search for her surgical bill... I'm sorry."a doctor spoke as he peered at a sad Murphy.
Murphy lowered his head and wallowed in sorrow.
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•••PRESENT•••
OMAR'S CRIB¶¶¶
"So, what does Ricky say?"Macho asked with a tone filled with arrogance and expectations.
"Fifty percent profits on each trade. Murphy's head on a wooden platter. Access to the external alliance,"Nairobi replied curtly.
Macho grinned and chuckled maniacally. "That's practically way too odd."he spoke with a chuckle.
"I guess you ain't ready for the deal... I'm sure Murphy will be ready to grab it when we reverse it for him."
"Damn it! You should know how this works Nai, Ricky's a greedy mamabanger... Tell him I said... I give him twenty percent and Murphy's head. No external alliance needed."
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NEXT DAY
9 O' CLOCK.
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Murphy's mustang sped recklessly on the highway as he broke several traffic rules.
He had on his face a hardened stare as he drove downtown.
He occasionally glanced at the rear view mirror as he sped on.
On the owner's seat was Mabel who continued to fiddle with her fingers. She had a black face cap on as a blue headphone clung to her ears. She was no more in this world; she was already drowned in the music world.
Murphy peeked at her as his eyes caught her cleavage which stood out glamorously. Obviously, her dress was a short one as her white laps shone alluringly.
"Damn it!"Murphy cursed as he felt a building tent in his groin area. He reverted his eyes and glanced at the rear view mirror again. It was then he sighted a blue Maserati trailing just few meters behind his Mustang. A hand stuck out of the cars owner's side with a pistol pointing out.
His eyes popped out in shock as he swerved expertly just as a bullet wheezed past the car, leaving a trail of heat behind.
He growled, called out to her with a scream. "Shit! Mabel!"
The latter only smirked as she twirled her body and pouted her lips to the sound of the music.
Suddenly, Murphy marched on the brakes. They were jerked forward. A screeching sound resonated. The occupants of the Maserati hastily hopped out. Four men in black all together as they retrieved guns from their pockets.
Mabel slowly undid her headphone as she unlocked the door then, she stepped out with her feet clad in a black combat boot. She walked forward as her backside jiggled.
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FLASHBACK:
10 YEARS AGO.
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Inside an industrial site meant for the production of textiles. Murphy, 22, could be seen clad in a cleaner's uniform as he held few cleaning equipments in his hands. He sighed exasperatedly as he came before a fleet of stairs. The building was a four storeyed one and his duty that morning was cleaning the whole stairs. He climbed up...
Few moments later, he was at the end of the stairs. He then set to work as he cleaned the stairs slowly yet perfectly. Halfway through the work; a man clad in a blue long sleeved shirt over a black trouser suddenly bursted out of a door as he stood at the base of the stairs. He was breathing heavily as his eyes held 'emergency.'
Murphy, who heard the steps and heavy breathe turned around and stared at the man. He gulped as his curious gaze lingered.
"Uhm... Mr Carl, what's wrong?"he summoned up courage as he asked.
The man then raised his head up as he sighed excitedly.
He clenched his right fist in positive excitement. "Good. Murphy, please I need your help,"he said pleadingly.
Murphy furrowed his brows as he abandoned his duty and took the few downwards stairs to meet the middle aged Mr Carl.
"What sir? What's the matter?"he asked, his tone filled with curiosity.
"Uh, the director is coming and I need you to clean his office before he arrives,"Mr Carl replied.
Murphy's gaze widened as his eyes popped out of it sockets. "Uh? I thought Miguel ought to clean it up?"he spoke with a shocked stare.
Mr Carl pleaded. "Please Murphy, I could lose my job because of this. Please."
Murphy sighed as he swallowed an invincible lump in his throat. "You always run to me to save your ass,"he mumbled. "Ok, I've heard you. Let me wrap up with the stairs. I'll join you soon."
"No... No... Leave this for now,"said Mr Carl, agitatedly.
Murphy sighed. "Ok."
He went to grab his tools.
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PRESENT:
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Mabel took a dramatic pause as her legs went apart in a seductive manner. Her laps boldly shown forth. The approaching assailants paused on their tracks as they beheld her. Her face cap was covering her eyes but her alluring lips shone out. A smirk smile graced her face as the men halted.
"Hey, handsome men. What's wrong? You wanna kill me?"she questioned with a soft and feigned scared voice.
"No... No... No, we were wrong. We thought it was a sucker we were after."they stammered as they stared at her.
Inside the car, Murphy stared at the events at the back of his car. He gulped anxiously. Initially, as soon as Mabel stepped out, he was about doing same when his phone rang out. He stared at the contact which displayed; Torino. He hastily swiped the receive icon.
"Hey Manny,"he said into the call.
"Yo bro, don't get outta ya car. Mabel knows what to do. Just keep calm,uh?"Torino said as the call was hung by him.
Murphy was quite shocked. How did he know what was happening?
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The assailants slowly turned around as they entered their car and sped off. Mabel laughed mockingly. She turned around and went back to Murphy's car.
Immediately she sat down, Murphy stared at her as he couldn't help asking. "What did you do to them? What did you give them?"he asked in obvious surprise.
Mabel only chuckled as she slung her headphone back on her ears. Murphy gulped as a strange kind of shiver ran down his spine. 'What kinda being was she?'he wondered in his heart.
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The black Mustang swerved it way into the packing spots of a sky scraper. Murphy and Mabel climbed down as they made their way into the elegant building.
An elevator dinged. Murphy and Mabel strode out of it then made for a door right at the extreme end of the long hallway.
The door to the office creaked in a soft manner as both beings strode in. Opposite them was a shining Mahogany desk and behind the desk was a swivel chair, on the swivel chair was a masculine figure dressed in a corporate attire with a medicated spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose. A broad smile cracked its way up the man's face. He stood up instantly as he welcomed Murphy and his partner.
"Welcome, Murphy Jakes,"he said.
Murphy nodded without uttering a word.
"You can have a sit."the man spoke as he gestured at two chairs behind the desk.
Murphy and Mabel took their seats as they stared at the man anxiously, actually Murphy was anxious while Mabel still had her headphone on therefore, she could be said to be faraway from the office room.
An awkward silence lingered in the room as the man stared back at Murphy.
He sighed then he cleared his throat, the silence was broken.
"Murphy, Omar has a message for you."the man stated.
Murphy's eyes widened as he shifted on his chair. His face crumpled in curiosity. "What is it about?"he asked.
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To be continued.
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