MAFIA CITY
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CHAPTER 9
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FLASHBACK:
The gloomy night was filled with chirping of crickets. The moon in the company of it brethren; the stars, casted their bright gazes on the earth as the light from several streetlights accompanied it.
A silent motor park could be seen, a low sound emanated from one angle of the park—a sobbing sound. A sniff could be heard as a figure was revealed. He had his head buried in his palms as he continued sobbing. It was Murphy. As soon as he ran out of the neighborhood, he settled his body in a place where he could cry out his heart's content and now, he had done it, cried till no more cry to cry. His tears had stopped flowing yet, deep pain rumbled in his heart as an aura of grief radiated around him.
"Yo, shut that up men! I gotta bang some p3zzies tonight..."a thick voice said from afar but its echo got to Murphy's ears.
"Motherfvcker! P3zzies shall be your death... All I want is my pay from Giroud then, I'mma get the fvck outta this Sodom... Time to visit a church and confess,"another voice pierced the conversation as it sounded nearby. Obviously, the figures were moving and weren't stagnant.
"Ass.holes! But wait... Ain't that a figure? At the park! Maybe it's a p3zzy being not some di.ck creature,"a third voice said as footsteps could be heard.
It appeared that the last speaker was the one walking towards the park. The angle where Murphy sat. Murphy heard the quick click of the footsteps as it approached him yet, he held his peace.
By now, he'd stopped sobbing as he was still in his previous position. Few seconds passed and he felt the presence of someone beside him, slowly, he raised up his face as his eyes connected with six pairs of eyes which stared at him unwaveringly. One of them had a tattooed face and dreadlocks, another had curly hairs accompanied by a set of black eyes while the last one had a pair of grey eyes with a dark flat top hairstyle. The open part of his hands was fully tattooed thereby giving him a dare devil look. The trio reeked of alcohol and one could see the stains of cocaine on their noses.
"Shit! It's a dick being,"the man with the grey eyes said.
Anger and disappointment was vivid in his tone. Before Murphy could process anything, a heavy slap whipped him off his position as he landed roughly on the ground. He groaned in pain and pure shock.
A kick landed on him again. "Sucker! I wanna fvck but you ain't fvckable! Shit!"the man screamed. Obviously, the hard drug was having it toll on him.
Murphy grunted as he shielded himself as another kick hit him.
He rolled few meters away from the kick as pain racked through his belly. He stood up slowly as the men advanced against him menacingly.
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Murphy unlocked the door of his mustang then stepped down as he approached the incoming figure.
He stood before his car, the man finally stopped few feet away from him.
"Goodday Murphy, I am Moscov, Lord Beliah sent me,"the figure said.
"I guessed it... Welcome, let's get into the car and get to my base,"Murphy replied with a gesture toward the car.
Moscov nodded in agreement as both of them walked toward the car.
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The whole crew sat on different cushions inside Murphy's living room as silence pervaded the air. Everyone of them exchanged stares. In the middle of the room was a glassy table which had on it many gadgets... Connected together while having Murphy sit before it. Even when their gazes wandered around, their eyes still peeked at him as they awaited an action.
On his head and clamped to his ears was a headphone with an extension of a microphone to his mouth. He pressed a key on the laptop before him and a sound was heard.
"Hello, this is Exterminator. Hope I am connected with Earl Donatrius?"Murphy said.
"Yes, you're..."a deep voice responded.
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THE NEXT DAY.
Oakfalls city woke up to a new dawn of life. The chilly wind still active as it caressed everyone, the highways had resumed it's bubbling nature. Among the users of the highway was Murphy in his mustang as he drove past lorries, cars, taxis and other moving machines on a high velocity. He was clad in a black T-shirt over a black trousers, he had on him his black sunshades.
The previous night, Moscov had delivered Lord Beliah's message to him. Also, he had spoken at length with dozens of Don Omar's allies. Slowly, the prospect of revenge was becoming an achieveable feat. Loud pop music emanated from the speakers in the car as he nodded his head to it rhythm.
Soon, he found himself before a warehouse. He stared at it entrance through his black sunshades. He sighed then stepped out of the car as he proceeded towards the warehouse.
Suddenly, he halted his movement as he looked at an angle of ninety degrees, there he found a sniper aiming at him directly. Instinctively, he bent low and rolled away from his spot as a bullet whizzed through the air, barely missing him.
The attack came unexpectedly that he had almost fell a prey to it, he stood on his feet instantly as he saw the assailant jump down from the roof of the warehouse. The figure clad in a black attire with a dark sunshades on as well as a pair of black gloves, landed with a knee up and the other knee kissing the ground. His black long hair being breezed backwards by the soft wind. Slowly, he rose up, his height was about 6'5 with a smooth face. A smirk tugged at a corner of his lips.
Murphy was readied for an attack as he stared expressionlessly at the figure, his fists clenched already. "Who are you?"he asked with a tone that shew anger.
The man grinned this time as he laughed 'luciferous-ly.' "Bruhahahaha!"his laughter rang aloud.
Murphy frowned at such act. He clenched his fist that the veins began to pop up. "Do I look like I'm joking? Motherfvcker!"he bellowed at the man.
The man stopped his laughter as he had a cold stare on his face. "Obviously... You're fvcking joking dear ExterMINAtor!"he replied with a very noticeable stress on his last word. "One man army... Squashed Clipper...blah blah blah... Those shits don't scare me sucker... I'm your doom asshole, your head I have been paid for,"the man said mockingly.
Murphy's face went red as anger could be seen dancing on his face. "Who sent you?"
"Does that matter? What's more important is doing my job."
"Fvck off mehn. I'm not easy as you must have heard."
"And, I don't fvcking care, uh? Get that? What I care about is this..."the man said as he dipped his hand inside his scalp and retrieved a needle which he flung speedily at an unsuspecting Murphy.
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FLASHBACK:
"Arrrrgghh!"Murphy screamed as the drunk thugs continuously kicked him. The grief he was feeling earlier had flee away now it was replaced by an agonizing pain as this unknown suckers kicked him.
A swift kick hit his nasal region as pain traveled through his body and a sticky liquid flowed out. Blood! His blood, another kick hit him and he was propelled meters away. His limbs were weak.
"Dick-ish idiot!"the grey eyed man shouted as he exhaled heavily. Slowly, Murphy lifted his limbs as he rose up with a bleeding nose. "Shit! You're still conscious?"the man screamed in shock. He gritted his teeth in fury and unsatisfaction. He then picked pace against Murphy who was tryna find a perfect stand.
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Murphy's right hand curled in an arc and threw the punch at the man. His opponent slanted backwards thereby dodging it. Murphy followed with his second hand, the man slid to an opposite side—dodging the attack again. Before Murphy could retract his hand, he sent a punch to Murphy's elbow then finished it with another to his armpit as Murphy took few steps backward with a grunt escaping his lips.
The man flashed Murphy a grin which disappeared just as it appeared. "Too bad... I'm whooping your ass without any stress, why the hype then?"he said tauntingly.
"Grrraaa..."Murphy growled as he lunged at him. His left fist aimed for his opponent's head. Suddenly, a hand held his fist. It was the man. The man did a 180 degrees slide and swept Murphy off his feet. He, before Murphy could hit the ground punched his neck region thereby knocking him down.
A loud thud reverberated as Murphy collided with the hard ground. Dizziness suddenly engulfed him as blood escaped his nostrils and his mouth. He fought ferociously against the overwhelming feeling.
The man spat on him. "You ain't my match yet... I shall wait till you are strong... Don't forget this face..."he said as he took a brief pause which he utilized by taking off his sunshades as his a pair of emerald coloured orbs shone mischeviously and his brows raised arrogantly. "Call me Doom."he added as he wore his sunshades back. At the same time, he sent a kick into Murphy who was knocked out finally. He turned around then, marched off.
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FLASHBACK CONTINUES:
The intensity of the wind grew astonishingly thereby granting the night a more chilly feel. Standing under the influence of the moonlight and the reflection of the street lamps was Murphy whose clothes was breezed backwards. His eyes shut like a Chinese kungfu fighter in meditation.
Opposite him were the huge and h*rny as well as ruthless thugs who marched at him menacingly.
"Oh! You wanna prove Jackie Chan? Cool, you're dead then,"the grey eyed man spoke. Without a pause or any hesitation, he growled as he raced against Murphy, he jumped with his right palm opened wide while he descended speedily, aiming for Murphy's head. Dramatically, Murphy's eyes opened as he swerved to his right thereby escaping the attack. Without wasting time, he sent a kick into the man's hand. A grunt escaped the man's lips. A bent low with a painful expression on his face. He moved with his head preceding his attack. Murphy swung his arms forward and grappled him by the neck, he elbowed his backbone thereby throwing him into a temporary paralysis. A loud yelp rang from the man as he fell down and moaned in pain.
Seeing that their gang leader was down, the remaining two rushed at him too. Murphy rushed at them too as he tapped his feet against the ground; propelling himself into the air with his arms spread out. This he did so as to collide with them which came to pass too. The two thugs were thrown to the ground with pain racking through their bodies.
He caught one in the head and descended multiple blows on him till he was knocked out. The second one played coward as he slipped away gently and ran for his dear life.
Murphy rose up from his kneeling position which he found himself immediately he slapped the men. He exhaled and inhaled rapidly as his chest heaved up and down. He straightened up but was thrown aback as a figure dressed in a black overcoat, a Mexican hat, a black walking stick and a Cuban pipe in his mouth stood few meters away from him. The figure had his left hand in his trouser pocket. The smoke from the pipe twirled around him. Murphy took two steps backward.
The unknown figure removed the pipe from his mouth and threw it on the ground. "Easy young man, I mean no harm...I am Don Omar..."he said.
Murphy's gaze widened. "Don Omar?"he asked. Unbelief etched in his voice. How could a rising mafia boss be in a motor park?
"You ain't the Don Omar I know. You're a sham!"
The man chuckled. "You impressed me boy, if you wanna work for me, you can ping me,"the figure said. At the same time, he drove his Left hand into his overcoat pocket then retracted it with a complimentary card in his fingers. He stretched it at Murphy who was still dazed.
"Follow the address and confirm if I'm a sham or not."
Murphy stretched his hand forward and collected the card.
The man turned around as he walked towards a black SUV. Murphy's eyes trailed him as r entered the car, ignited it and drove off. He reverted his gaze from the direction the vehicle went. He gazed at the card in his hand. A sigh escaped his lips.
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MURPHY'S RESIDENCE:
A green 2017 Honda fit zoomed into the parking lot then halted with a loud screech as the driver marched on the brake very hard.
The doors flung open instantly as it occupants hopped down hastily. It was Oliver and Torino. Oliver opened the back door as Torino carried Murphy's body and slung him over his shoulder then hurriedly made for his room.
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To be continued