” “My Wife!?” Salvatore’s voice reverberated through the room, his anger a tangible force as he stormed back and forth in Don Luca’s lavish mansion.
As he was one of the capos that has gathered there after the recent events took place.
“They barged into my damn home, gunned down my men, and snatched my wife right from under our noses and in front of my childrens, and we don’t know who did it?” Salvatore’s frustration boiled over, his brow furrowed with the weight of his fruitless search for answers in the sprawling city.
As Salvatore grappled with the turmoil that had befallen him, Spark lounged in his seat, a picture of calm amidst the storm.
With a quiet confidence, he savored the flavor of his cigar, knowing full well that the pieces were falling into place just as he had orchestrated.
All that remained was to present a convenient target for their wrath, a figure to shoulder the blame in the chaos that now enveloped them, so he could swoop in and take his rightful place place at the right time.
“Take a breather, Sal,” Don Luca urged his capo, who remained on edge.
“Whoever’s behind this deed will face the consequences, but we need a lead first,” he added with a solemn tone.
“It’s been two days, and we’re still in the dark,” Salvatore lamented as he aimlessly roamed the room.
“And who in the world would stoop so low as to snatch a defenseless woman who does nothing but tend to her children and garden?” “Could this be the work of someone not from the city?” Sergio, the Consigliere of Don Luca, voiced the question that weighed heavy on everyone’s minds.
“I find it hard to believe anyone from within the city would be bold enough to pull off such a stunt, knowing the repercussions awaiting them.” “Also, the silence on their demands is unsettling.
Could this be more personal than business?” another capo pondered, prompting a flurry of thoughts about the potential motives swirling among the group.
Before the tension could escalate further, Spark put away his cigar, signaling his intent to speak.
“The who and the why are irrelevant,” he declared, his gaze shifting towards Don Luca.
“Perception is everything.
If they perceive us as weak, they wouldn’t have dared to target us in the first place,” Spark asserted, holding the room in rapt attention.
“It’s time to remind them of the power and might of the Moyah family, starting with that bastard Elijah.” “What would Elijah have to gain from all this?” Sergio questioned, unable to grasp a motive for Elijah’s involvement in stirring up trouble for their family.
“Can you name another individual who would have the audacity to target us in such a manner?” Spark prodded, his gaze fixed on Don Luca, subtly goading him into action.
“That bastard believes he stands on equal footing with us just because he’s opened a couple of nightclubs and some strip clubs and dabbles in the drug trade.
He needs a stark reminder of where he truly stands.” Sergio was about to respond but Don Luca raised his hand, silencing Sergio before addressing the room.
“I agree.
I can’t think of anyone besides Elijah who could be behind this.
But I won’t act without concrete evidence.
Bring me proof implicating him, and I’ll swiftly take action,” he directed his words to Spark, who nodded in understanding before rising from his seat.
Regarding another matter, Don Luca turned his attention to Spark.
“And as for your cousin,” he began, only to be promptly reassured by Spark’s confident response, “You don’t need to worry, it’s being handled,” he assured before exiting the room, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips as the others followed suit.
Once the capos had departed, Don Luca fixed his gaze on Sergio, sensing a shared understanding between them.
“Am I the only one seeing the bigger picture here?” he questioned, prompting a weary sigh from Sergio, who acknowledged the brewing internal power play unfolding within their ranks.
“It appears to be an inside job, a move to grab more power,” Sergio confirmed to Don Luca, who rose from his seat and retrieved a concealed phone from a safe that was located behind a painting.
“But as you rightly said, we cannot make a move without solid evidence,” Sergio affirmed.
“Exactly,” Don Luca agreed as he dialed the singular number stored in the phone, intent on securing the crucial proof needed to deal with the audacious individual who had dared to disrupt the delicate balance of power within their organization.
========================== The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city streets where Arslan and his crew had stationed themselves in their base of operations, on the sidewalk specifically.
The day had been uneventful, their supply depleted after a successful days of sales.
“What’s the word on the new connect?” Ryder inquired, the quiet lull of inactivity weighing heavily on them as they awaited news of a potential source to replenish their inventory.
“Still looking,” Arslan replied, hiding his knowledge of the supplier’s identity and location.
Despite being aware of the man and his offerings, Arslan lacked a proper introduction or endorsement to establish a connection with the unfamiliar supplier, leaving him at a standstill in their pursuit of a new source.
Sofia seated atop a weathered car, engrossed in a text conversation on her phone.
“Why not stick with the familiar option?” she suggested, her thoughts drifting to Elijah, a known intermediary for a sizable quantity of narcotics from the primary supplier as he acted like a middle man.
“I already brought that up, but he’s not liking the idea,” Ryder said to Sofia while staring at Arslan who maintained his silence, as he didn’t want to repeat his thoughts on the matter.
“May I say something?,” Ricky piped up, drawing the group’s attention with a newfound curiosity.
“I might know someone who can hook us up with a brick or two,” he proposed, sparking a surge of interest among Arslan and the others.
Concerned about potential conflicts, Ryder interjected, “Is this someone our guy here dislikes?
because that might be a problem,” he pointed out, gesturing towards Arslan who sat beside him.
Arslan clicked his tongue and playfully smacked Ryder’s head.
Ricky shook his head.
“I don’t think he even knows him,” he said, pulling out his phone to show them a picture of the man.
Upon seeing the image, a wave of perplexity washed over the group.
They beheld a young man whose striking beauty rivaled even Sofia’s, with skin as smooth as a baby’s, curly black hair, and a complexion as fair as porcelain.
Their incredulous gazes shifted to Ricky, suspecting he was joking with them.
“Are you playing with us ?
This kid looks more suited for a runway than the drug game,” Ryder remarked skeptically to Ricky, who grinned before putting away his phone and continuing, “No joke.
This guy used to front us some product back when I was with Jay and the others.
I guarantee you that he’s the real deal.” The group fell into silence, each member contemplating the unexpected proposition from Ricky.
Arslan, placing his trust in Ricky’s judgment, asked, “How much are we talking?” “We used to get a brick for 15k,” Ricky disclosed, prompting Arslan and the others to furrow their brows after hearing that number as they knew they could get it for cheaper.
While aware of cheaper options from other suppliers, Arslan remained resolute in his decision to steer clear of them.
“Set it up,” Arslan declared, rising to his feet and brushing off his attire.
“Where to?” Ryder queried, mulling over the idea of grabbing a bite to eat with the others and spending time at his place, a thing he was thinking of sicne there was nothing to do at all for them.
“I have a date!” Arslan announced, surprising everyone.
Sofia lowered her phone, while the others tilted their heads in confusion before bursting into laughter, throwing soda cans at him as they didn’t belive him.
“Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit,” Ryder said.
But Arslan looked serious as he wasn’t laughing with them, making everyone realize he wasn’t joking.
“Are you serious?” Ryder asked again.
Arslan nodded in response.
“Who is he?
Because I know no girl in this world would want to hang out with your ugly ass,” Sofia joked, making everyone laugh against him.
Arslan sighed and walked away as he knew there was no talking to those idiots.
“Call me if your man comes through,” Arslan said to Ricky before leaving.
“Make sure to stay on top bro” Ryder shouted as they continued laughing.
Arslan had a faint smile on his face as he walked away from there.
Back at his apartment, Arslan changed his clothes, grabbed some money from his bag, and headed toward the car he just ordered as his Super Driver was waiting outside.
After giving him the address, the driver headed straight to the strip club where Mia lived on the upper floor of.
Arslan who was wearing an elegant black pants and a white shirt witha jacket on top of it waited in front of the club until Mia came down to meet him.
As soon as Arslan caught sight of Mia, a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, accompanied by a sly grin.
She flaunted a trendy, modern short dress that accentuated her curves, embellished with captivating designs drawn all over it, accentuated by chic high boots, radiating a sense of eagerness for the night’s adventures at the nightclub they were going to.
“Looking delicious,” Arslan purred to Mia, his tone laced with playful charm.
Her laughter danced in the air as she retorted, “Is that the best you can do?” she said as she stood before him.
Arslan flashed Mia a playful smirk in response to her teasing, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Just getting warmed up,” he quipped before gesturing for her to hop into the waiting car.
Settling into the cozy seats, they chatted easily as the Super Driver smoothly weaved through the city streets.
The night was young, filled with the promise of fun and adventure.