Chapter 11 THE FIRST STRIKE
Dimitri
I ended the call instantly.
Fear? Maybe not but I just couldn't get it on. Who was the caller and what does he want?
Nobody ought to call me about that. It's been months and suddenly I am being accused of doing what?
Maybe it's a police officer? I scoffed. I had no regard or respect whatsoever for the authorities.
I had them in my pockets but that voice sounded more like a solo man looking to get information.
I stared at the phone with a face laced with worry and tension. “Hey, get me Diego!” I signaled to one of the bodyguards standing around.
“And where the fuck is my white??!!” I shouted.
“Get it here for me before I lose it!” I added in an angered tone.
I paced the room as I kept staring at rhe phone as it rang aloud in my ears. Diego wasn't here here neither was my white.
I couldn't function well if I hadn't had my white and that day I had been throughly sober for no goddamn reason.
“Who the fuck is this? Identify yourself,” I said as soon as I picked the call.
There was a pause and the next thing I heard were gunshots and the call disconnected.
I was confused….”What exactly is going on? Is this some sort of prank?”
Diego walked in tat same minute and the other bodyguard, whose name I had major issues with pronouncing.
So I was always calling “Duder”
“Duder, where is it?” I said….he handed it over and I quickly unwrapped and sniffed it in.
“Hmmmm….now that is what I'm talking about….heavenly dose, baby,” I muttered, tapping Diego's shoulders.
The phone rang again and I looked at Diego, “Is there something you need to tell me?”
“How do you mean, boss?” Diego questioned with a confused look all over his face.
“Diego, don't play smart with me….remember Shantel, the bitch from the brothel??”
“Shantel? The…the girl…??” He stuttered like he already knew what I had to say.
“What about her boss?” He asked.
“Don't be stupid. Did you fucking clean the scene like I ordered you to?”
“Did you go back and wipe it all out?” I asked further.
“Uhm, of course, boss…its all gone….the place wiped out clean and new. That's a long time now, boss…is there a problem?”
I was about to respond when the phone rang up again, “That's the goddamn problem, Diego,” I pointed to the ringing making.
“Pick the call and hear for yourself!”
“Hello, who is this?” He placed the phone on loudspeaker afterwards.
“I presume you are one of his dogs….mow.listen to me carefully and give this message to your dickhead boss who thinks he runs a Mafia…”
“Murder is punishable by death….I know he killed Shantel…my goddaughter, the onky female asset I have outside…and you dogs killed her like she is trash…”
“I mean….you had your fun and ended her life right?”
A clap followed after and there was this awkard silence…
“News flash, she is no ordinary hooker….she is an asset of the Sicily Mafia and I am her boss, Roberto Deluca….”
“...her death will be avenged and I shall start from your…..”
The line went off all of a sudden. “Hey! Hey!! What did he fucking say? He's gonna start from where? Who is he? Who the heck is Roberto Deluca?”
“The Sicily Mafia? Wh-ere…. are they? What is this?” I stammered.
“Boss….” A voice from outside hit my ears.
“What?!”
“Something just happened at the port….Our good are gone…..no traces…all destroyed.”
“Uhn????”
“What bullshit are you spilling? What do you mean my goods are gone?!”
“I just spoke with our buyers, they are arriving any moment from now. What the fuck happened to my goods?”
While I was ranting, another call came in and Diego was quick to answer…..”That's the first to go down, expect more, Dimitri!” The voice said and ended the call immediately.
My breathing became heavy and my whole body was feeling uneasy and restless.
“Millioms of dollars in the fucking drain!”
“These people are his men, boss…Roberto Deluca…he is definitely onto us,” Diego said, gnashing his teeth.
“I see…..so he thinks he can make me shiver because of this? To hell with him and his whole, Shantel!....”
“If he has more whores, let him bring them for me to kill in his presence!”
“They are here, Boss…” Duder voice snapped me out of my imagination whilst I stood in front of my portrait.
“That was some moment,” I uttered as I turned to leave.
“Any news yet?” I asked the men who stood in front of me.
“Nothing yet, boss. Its all the same. She is hardly out. She doesn't even go to work. I think she is living fine in there, boss,” they echoed.
“Living fine? Oooh..you think.I actually care about that? Oh come on, that girl is nothing but a liability. Ever since her mother died, she has been nothing but a source of worry and pain to me…”
“Getting rid of her now was the best decision of my life….but remember this comes with a goal for us..”
“She is there, helping us, without even knowing,” I explained.
“Whilst she is there, being the wife that she is, we are here planning how to take out Deluca.”
“He would be too focused on her as usual. If she is lucky, he just might even see his wife in her and eventually get obsessed with her…”
“And that would distract him from spotting our next plans for him….”
“Hmmm….that's a wonderful plan, boss, but don't you think Katherina would be in a bigger problem if Roberto finds out about our plans?”
“Okay and so?” I interrupted…..
“Aren't we all in a problem right now? That motherfucker blew up everything I had, shut down my operations amd now he is even diverting my clients away from me?”
“Isnt that fucking problem, too?”
“But, Boss, wht if he kills her, I mean, what if he kills your daughter if he finds we are using her as a distraction??”
“Then so be it!”