Chapter 39 CODE
ROBERTO
No one dares come into my house without telling me.
Its a policy I lived by. My code. My honor. Anything outside it is a violation. One I do not want to experience. The last person that did it lost his life on it.
Jeremy. That young lad working at my lounge in the 6th Avenue.
Marcus would always praise that boy. Sometimes I always wonder what he saw in him.
“I'm thinking of clearing them all out. The lounge isn't bringing in as much as money as I anticipated,” I complained to my friend, Harland, who had come to pay a visit to my abode.
“Do you really have to close it, Roberto? Are the workers there that daft and obsolete?” He voiced out.
That was one amazing thing about Harland. He was strictly blunt. He never cuts his word short. He says them as he thinks them and he was one business partner I never joke with.
“Well, yeah. They aren't fetching me anything, Harland. I could close it down and reopen when I get able hands…”
“What about that guy you always talked about? He ain't doing anything?”
“You mean Jeremy?”
“Exactly, Jeremy. I thought you said Marcus Bloom voucher for that boy. What the fuck then is happening at the lounge with him being there?”
“Oh yeah, Marcus likes the dude. He says the boy is performing well but I don't see any shit. He seems to be the only doing well and I can't have a full lounge running all on the shoulder of a young boy who knows nothing!”
“Close it down then..you could keep the boy close if he is really that good like they say,” Harland suggested.
“Hmmmm, good talk..”
“Care for a puff?” I signaled to Harland but he declined.
He smirked….”You never give up on pushing me closer to sativa,” He jested.
Harland was never a smoker but each time we were together, I would always make silly advances of getting a cigar…
Like always, he would reject it and drink instead.
“Yo don't know what you are missing out on, friend….the Mafia doesn't regard you if you ain't high. You just got to be high in power and in mind…” I uttered.
“I'm drunk in power and in mind, Roberto. Now can you bring in the girls, I came here to get fucked!! No serious business today, my brother,” he spoke with a wide grin on his face.
“No problem…I'd tell Marcus to order them in shortly,” I said.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the shade where I and Harland sat.
I don't remember calling for anyone sonwhonthe fuck invades my private moment with my friend without my permission?!
My blood boiled over.
Who the heck is this???
“Boss…” the young man bowed his head and chuckled.
“I'm so happy I met you here. I had to lie to your men that you wanted to see me so they could just allow me in, Boss. There's something you need to know..” he uttered.
Harland looled me in the face and smirked, “The wall is good enough to take some dirt. Have it your way, friend!”
This was the height of it. Surprise visits. I hated it. Unannounced visits freaks me out and makes me really mad to the core.
I frowned at Jeremy as he spoke…..”It shouldn't have been you, boy!” I uttered.
The dumb motherfucker still didn't get the memo.
“Oh, its not me, Boss. Wait, has someone been already to tell you? Fuck, that girl at rhe bar must have beat me to it…” he spoke csrelessly.
“What bullshit are you yarning, lad?” Harland interrupted.
“Don't worry. I got this, friend. What the heck are you doing in my house, young man, uninvited??”
“Boss, I came to tell who has been stealing from you…from the lounge. All those things you heard about the lounge not making enough money is false, boss….its all a plan,” he started.
“Wait, what?”
“You mean someone has been stealing from me?!” I exclaimed.
Funnily enough, I never thought of that. The lounge was the last place I would think I am being played on..
The business wasn't moving or so I thought.
Jeremy might have bought himself an extra time to live but I was indeed eager to know what information he has before taking his life.
“Its the lady at the counter. I think she is working with someone else but I can't say who. I don't know how they do it but they are doing it, Boss.”
“I was told you thinknwe have low number of customers but that isn't right, Boss. We get a lot of them coming in and out but they give you a lowr number so you won't…..”
“....be able to know there was any extra money let alone the means to track it…” I completed his sentence for him.
I see…this was the long game they were playing on me.
“And how long have you known this?” I asked.
“Just a week ago when I came across the customer logs, Boss. That number is very low. You should be getting 10× returns that what is being tendered to you, my Lord..” he explained.
“Oh..sweet Mary…did I just hear you say 10 times more? I, the Mafia Boss of Sicily, is being ripped of 10 times more of my actual money???”
I laughed hysterically, “Harland, can you hear this?”
These motherfuckers are playing with hot sulfur and brimstone!!!!
They are messing with the wrong god. Arrggghhh!!!!!
I brought out my gun all of a sudden and pointed it at Jeremy. “I'm gonna start with you…”
“You actually a good boy, you know,” I began.
“Boss, no , please. I'm not one of them,“ he pleaded with tears running down his cheeks. Something I found really funny to be true.
How was he able to dig those tears up to his eyes so quickly??
“So sad, pity resides nowhere I'm found. I do not show mercy and I don not accepts pleas.”
“The information you gave me…I truly appreciate you for it. For that, I would make sure I take care of your entire family after you are gone…that's my special reward to you!”
“But don't you ever…in the next life you might come, don't you fucking ever show up in my presence uninvited….I, Roberto Deluca, is disgusted by such behaviors!”
With a shut eye, I pulled the trigger and blew his brains out.
“Bumboclaat!”