THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

– At Alfred’s Villa –

Alfred was standing by his window with a cold expression on his face. His mind was clouded with hated towards one person.

That person was the leader of the Mafia organization named Marcels. The leader was a forty six years old man named Dante Marcel.

Dante was the one who killed Alfred’s parent. Alfred was celebrating his birthday that night. He was just eight years old back then.

That night, his happiness was turned into greif when his parents were killed.

The memories came rushing back, and a tear slipped out of Alfred’s eye when he remembered that night.

The night he became an orphan. The night that changed his life.

(Flashback)

– 17 years ago –

“Happy birthday to you Alfred!” A man and a woman said happily. The both of them gave the little boy two wrapped gifts.

“Thanks a lot mum and dad” Eight years old Alfred smiled as his parents gave him two wrapped gifts.

His parents were poor so they couldn’t afford to host a big birthday party for him. They had to wait until they came back from work at night.

Little Alfred smiled widely when he opened the wrapped gifts. The two gift contained a pair of sneakers and a woolen cardigan.

“I love you mum, I love you dad” Alfred said as he hugged his parents.

“We love you too sweetheart” his parents stroked his hair.

“Break down that fucking door!” A voice yelled outside their house. Alfred’s parents knew who it was already.

“Run Alfred! Go and hide inside the kitchen” His father said.

Little Alfred was confused. He was worried when he saw how panicked his parents were.

“What’s wrong mum?” Alfred asked his mother. His mum knelt to his level and stroked his hair

“It’s nothing sweetheart. Just go inside the kitchen and hide. And promise that no matter what happens, you won’t come out” she said and Alfred nodded.

“I promise mum” he replied.

“Now go” his said. Then Alfred ran to the kitchen and hid under a table.

The door was finally broken down by some dangerous looking men.

Alfred peeped through the kitchen which was a few meters away from the living room.

The men walked fully into the living room. They wore red suits which had the logo of a bull on it’s breast pockets.

“Where is my money?” Dante asked as he walked into the room. His was was deep and masculine.

“Mr Dante, I don’t have the money yet but I promise to pay you before next week” Alfred’s father begged.

“I am sick of your excuses Mr Gregory. Why did you come and borrow money from me when you know that you don’t have the capacity to pay me back?!” Dante asked angrily.

“We will pay you back just give us one more week” Alfred’s mother begged.

“I’m tired of hearing that same sentence whenever I come here.” Dante hissed and brought out a pistol that was hidden under his suit.

“I hate debtors” he said. Then he pulled the trigger and shot Alfred’s parents on their foreheads.

Tears streamed down Alfred’s face as he watched how Dante shot his parents.

“Let’s leave this filthy place” Dante said as he tucked his gun under his suit. Then he left the house with his men.

Little Alfred walked out slowly from the kitchen. Shock was written on his face as he walked towards his parents lifeless bodies.

He knelt beside their bodies and shook them gently.

“Mom, dad wake up, they are gone” Alfred said but he got no response.

More tears streamed down his face as he realized that his parents were dead.

“Noooo!!!” He screamed in pain.

(End of Flashback)

Alfred walked away from the window with tears on his face.

He walked to his table and picked up a small bottle. He took a pill from the bottle and swallowed it.

His parents death was something he hated to remember. It was always painful and traumatizing.

“I promise to kill you Dante and burn your filthy old body” Alfred growled.

(At Los Angeles Crime Force)

Theresa was seated in her office with an earpiece in her right ear.

Her back was rested on her seat while her two legs were placed on her desk.

She was watching a movie on her phone and the look on her face showed that she was enjoying the movie that she was watching.

The door suddenly opened and a guy walked in. He wore a black armless and a black jean trouser with a pair of black boots.

A tattoo was drawn on his right arm.

“Theresa” he called.

“Yes Brad?” She answered. Then she paused the movie she was watching.

She removed the earpiece from her right ear then she faced the guy who name was Brad.

Brad was 23 years of age. He was good looking and well built.

Brad and Theresa were colleagues at work and they did almost every mission together.

“The general told about me your plan” Brad said as he sat down in front of Theresa.

“So?” Theresa asked as she adjusted herself on her seat. Brad sighed loudly before answering.

“That plan is very dangerous. I mean, we don’t know the type of people who are coming to steal the gold at the Prime minister’s house. We can’t just go into a battle without knowing who are opponents are” Brad explained and Rita scoffed.

“You can sit this one out if you are scared” Theresa said.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Me? Scared? Nope, I ain’t scared. All I am saying is that the plan is risky.” Brad replied.

“Risk is what our job is all about. I have spent five years in this job and everyday I take risks.” Rita said in a serious tone.

“Yeah, I know. But what if the gold isn’t at the prime minister’s house?” Brad asked.

Theresa stood up from her seat and walked to the window. She stated outside the window for a while before answering.

“We are gonna find out when we get there”