Chapter 19

"What are you saying? How dare you?' A handsome man in his late sixties.

Though he looks handsome, he is deadly. With a single glance, one would know that he is very angry. He yelled at the young man, trembling in fear in his front. He crossed his legs as he sip from the glass cup in his hand, the Black devil vodka. He is Alonso Rodriguez. He is known for his ruthlessness and heartlessness. His name caused fear and terror to everyone in the whole of Chicago.

He owns one of the most deadly and dangerous Mafia gangs in the whole of Chicago. Though he had a rival Mafia gang who is the top deadly Mafia gang in Chicago. He is feared by all except one Mafia gang, the Costello Mafia gang. The Mafia gang that he has been trying to bring down but couldn't.


He stared at his Mafia member, trembling in his front. He smirked and slammed the glass cup on the table. The Mafia flinched back in fear.

"Why did you lose the drug together with money?" he asked with an angry look. He couldn't help but feel angry. He was really angry. He couldn't believe that his well-trained worker could lose the task he gave him.

"Why did you lose the task?" he asked, placing his hand on his chin. The guard stared at him with horror held in his eyes. Though Mr Alonso looked calm and cool, his guards knew that he was really angry deep down. As a Mafia, you don't let your opponent and adversary know your expression.

"I'm sorry, boss. It wouldn't happen-" he paused midway as Mr Alonso brought out a Beretta pistol from his pocket. As he brought out the gun, he realized Mr Alonso's rule. Don't apologize if you fail to carry out an operation successfully or it would cost your life. He caressed his gun slowly.

"Don't kill me, boss. Don't kill me. Spare my life it won't happen again," the mafia said with his voice, stammering in fear.

L"Can you tell me the reason why I shouldn't kill you?" he asked, rubbing his chin with his hand. He had a dark sinister smile on his face.

"Boss, it wasn't my fault. I was double-crossed by your rival," Mr Alonso stared at the gangster for an instant. His ears perked at the words rival.

"Who is the rival? Just speak and stop putting me in suspense. You know what I can do," he said, sounding deadly and evilly.

"Your rival, the Costello Mafia gang. One of his men attacked me and stole the drug and money from me, "Mr Alonso remained stern and stoic even though he was really angry.

"Do you mean the Costello Mafia gang for real?" he asked.

"Yes, boss," his gangster said with his voice stammering in fear. He growls out in anger softly. He couldn't believe that the Costello Mafia men could steal and attack his guard. He is really angry. He so much hates Costello. They have drawn the battle line with his Mafia gang and he is going to take down them.

"You can take your leave," Mr Alonso said and gasping filled the air. They couldn't believe that he was forgiving him. He is ruthless and heartless, he doesn't forgive easily. He is always cold-hearted. The Mafia stared at him with a confused look. He rose from his feet and made to walk away. He looked back in fear as he heard the cocking sound of his Beretta pistol.

"Next time, you don't let the Costello Mafia gang win over you again. You are nothing but a shame to the Rodriguez Mafia gang," he said, and before the Mafia could plead for his life. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet went straight into his forehead. His gangster fell lifelessly on the floor covered in his pool of blood.

"Clean off this mess," he said and cleaned the tip of his pistol with a white handkerchief. He stood up from the couch in an instant with anger. Costello had made him kill one of his workers.

"I'm going out. As soon as I come back. Carlos called a meeting for the Mafia as soon as I returned to the den," he said and lit up tobacco. He stuck it in his mouth, puffing out the smoke. He made his way out of the house. He is really angry that Costello is calling for what and he is going to attack them. He thinks it is high time, so he attacks them. He has been looking for opportunities to get to pay back for killing one of their very important members when a drug deal transfer didn't go down well.

Andrew had been so angry about it because he had to pay a huge amount of money to the authorities to cover their mess up. Xavier killed one of their very important members and ever since then, they have been sworn, enemies. He entered a black limousine car as he got to the car garage.

His driver drove him to one of the most dangerous areas. Crescent street. He walked out of the car as the car parked in front of a club. A black briefcase was in his hand as he walked to the club.

The two bouncers in the front of the club made sure they searched his body thoroughly. They let him in as they didn't find any dangerous weapons with him. He walked straight to the office of the Mafia gang he wants to have business with. He ignored the noisy sound of the people in the club.


Getting to the office of the Crescent Mafia gang boss office. He walked into his office with the briefcase in his hand. He sat on a swivel chair. He stared at Mr Lincoln, the Mafia boss of the Crescent gang.

"What is the almighty Alonso doing in my den?"Mr Lincoln asked, and Alonso smiled softly.

"Well, it seems you've forgotten that I have a deal with you, "Mr Alonso said with his leg crossed. He brought out a cigarette, and he lit up smoking.

"Yes, you are right. I've forgotten. So what did you bring?" he asked, and Alonso scoffed.

"Coke( which means cocaine in mafia language)" he said, and Mr Lincoln nodded his head slowly. Mr Lincoln stretched a briefcase to him, he opened it and smiled at the sight of the raw dollar in the briefcase. Instead of giving Mr Lincoln his briefcase of cocaine, he swiftly brought out a gun and pointed it at his head.

"What are you doing, Alonso?"Mr Lincoln said with his voice stammering in fear. Alonso smirked instead.

"Drop your guns right now or I will blow off his head," he said, and Lincoln shivered in fear. He placed his hand on the trigger, threatening to blow off his head in haste.

"Please don't shoot. Drop your guns," he yelled out at his men in his office. Mr Lincoln dropped the guns on the floor.
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Alonso walked out of the club without any scratch. He had killed the boss of the Crescent gang. He entered the black limousine car with two briefcases in his hand. Getting to his mansion. He walked out of his car with the briefcases in his hand as a guard opened the door. He stepped out of the car, and the guard collected the briefcase from his hand with his head bow.

"Welcome boss," he didn't say anything but nodded his head with a cold and stoic expression.

"Drop the briefcases in my room, "His phone rang, and the guard picked it up before handing it to him.

"Who is this?" he asked since the voice wasn't familiar to him.

"This is Lord Alexander. I have a job," the caller said and hung up the call. His phone beeps as the details of the job entered his message. He returned his phone to the guard. He walked into the house and freshened up.

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The group calls for a meeting and informs his aides and members that they have gotten an opportunity to nip at the bud of the Mafia Lord Alexander. They all sat together and set out a plan which they would bring to fruition in the coming weeks.