It Was Margaret
“Have my truck been fucking traced?” Xavier growled at the men in the car with him, his fist clenched and ready to strike.
“We got a signal,” Rigel announced. “The thing is, we’re suspecting it’s packed close to the police station. We can’t make any rash movements there.”
“Is what the fuck we have to do?”
“Wait for the truck to move.”
Xavier ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He would fucking kill someone if his truck wasn’t found. And when he finally got the person who tried to steal from him, he would make sure to torture them time and time again until they were pleading with him to kill them. His truck of gold, he fucking worked hard for it and now, it’s being stolen.
One thing he cannot take in this life is people being dumb to steal from him. They never come out alive or with complete limbs. For them daring to interrupt his honeymoon, their punishment would be twice as hard. “How was it stolen?” He turned to Rigel who was busy with the laptop on his thighs.
“According to the boys, they were taking the truck of gold to your mansion as you instructed. They took no security since no one knew about it and the road was clear.” With his eyes on his laptop, he continued. “Halfway to the mansion, they were shot out and the car was stolen from them by bigger persons. I’m guessing a rival mafia group is behind this.”
Xavier groaned. “Even if they were,” he yelled. “How on earth did they know about it, huh? We’ve kept this to ourselves and the few people around us. Is there perhaps a spy here?” His eyes darted to the two men aside from Rigel, and a deep chuckle erupted from his chest, sending the men shivering. “I don't even want to believe that there is a snitch here because the moment I find out, you know what that means.”
They bowed their heads as if in agreement. Xavier continued, his voice loud and angry. “I fucking gave a job, the least those baby men could do is take a gun with them and retaliate. The fuck they leg those men took my gold.”
“I guess it happened all of a sudden and they had no chance to shoot back. Two of the men died while trying to protect the truck and one survived, although injured.”
“Compensate their families and make sure they’re buried respectfully.”
“Yes, boss.”
After a moment of silence in the car, the man beside Rigel announced. “The truck started moving again, sir. We tracked it, it’s out of the police station now.”
Immediately, their car started moving twice as fast, moving past the city’s police station and taking a left turn to the quiet bush part. The men cocked their guns, ready to strike and immediately the truck came into sight, their shooting began. They shot at the tyres, dodged the rival men's bullets, and shot at it again until the car came to a screech, tyres releasing air.
Xavier’s men quickly filed out, running toward the two men in the truck and getting to them before they could think of shooting or escaping. They grabbed both hands, unarmed them, and lowered them to the floor waiting for the boss to step out of the car and declare their punishments.
Xavier stepped out of the car, Rigel behind him. With hands buried in his pocket, he made his way to them, stepping right before them.
“What do I do to you two now?” He grabbed the chin of the first man, forcing him to stare into his dead scary eyes. “Who sent you?” He knew they couldn’t possibly send themselves. Look at them, they were shivering and trying so hard not to piss themselves.
When the man said nothing, Xavier cocked his head to the side, to the other man, requesting a reply from him but he still remained loyal to the fucker who sent them.
He retreated to the side, signaling his men with his finger, and in the next second their fists collided with the offender's faces, beating them hard and strong until blood spilled from their mouths. He signaled them to stop.
“You still won’t say anything? I have all day to torture the answer out of you.”
By now, they already pissed themselves, their pants wet, legs trembling. “We…we’re sorry. Please have mercy.
“Not when you’re keeping a secret from me. I’ll have mercy if you spill the answer that I want to hear, come on.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Wrong answer, try again.”
Both men trembled, hits coming their way for the second round.
“We don’t know.”
“Try again.”
At a hit at the first man’s eyes, he quickly blurted out. “It was a woman, her name is… her name is Margaret.”
Silence enveloped them, the only sounds heard were the sounds of the birds and waves that controlled the leaves. Xavier said nothing. He stepped toward the back of the truck, opening it to see his stack of gold just as he wanted them, untouched. Nodding in satisfaction, he made his way back to the men.
“You’re going to forgive us, right?”
“In your dreams.” The name they’d confessed rang in his mind. So audacious. The woman no longer feared him, huh? Turning to his men, he ordered.
“Put them in the car’s booth. Two of you, make sure this truck gets to my mansion by tonight.”
They bowed in unison. “Yes, boss.”
Once the men were deposited in the booth despite their pleadings and cries for forgiveness, Xavier and Rigel got into the back seat of the car, the driver starting to drive at his command.
“Where do we go, boss?”
“I need to have a conversation with that woman. She must have forgotten her place. Drive faster.”
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