They finally got to the address. Pablo’s car was parked at the entrance of the abandoned warehouse while the van which carried Fred and the other men was parked at a corner which was impossible for the guards surrounding the warehouse to see them.
Pablo was able to communicate with Fred using the earpod in his ear.
“I’m out.” He informed. “I need one of his men to be taken, have the bomb tied around him. There’s only one person this stranger could be.”
“Who’s that?” Fred asked.
“We’ll find out when I get inside.”
Fred ordered two men to kidnap one of the guards which they did secretly. They beat him up, tied his mouth with maxen tape so that he won’t be able to scream. They wore him the suicide bomb, threatening they’d blow him up if he acts stupid.
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***IN THE ABANDONED WAREHOUSE***
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Pablo walked in, there were about two guards at the entrance door, four at the hallway, two at the elevator. He exited the elevator, there were two more at the exit, four at the hallway which led to his last destination, two standing outside the door, and about right in the room. Plus the two who followed him behind.
The entire warehouse was guarded tightly, Pablo used his eyes to calculate every corner, muttering the number of words in a way only Fred could hear.
The guards escorted him in. There was a black leather chair standing in the middle of the room, it faced the window but backed him.
“I got your message.” He said, breaking the silence.
“I see.”
Pablo was certain of the voice he heard, and it was so obvious that Fred was able to recognize it too.
“Is that…”
The leather chair automatically turned that the figure was now facing him. With a broad smile on his face, he said. “Hello, brother.”
“Oh my goodness, is that Micheal talking?”
“It’s been a long time, do you miss me?” He teased.
“It’s been two days, I don’t miss you.”
Micheal laughed. “Yes, you don’t. You never miss any one. So tell me, how is the empire going?”
“I don’t think you wanna know.”
“Of course, I do. It’s my father’s business, so I think I have every right to know what’s going on in the empire. Or, am I casted already?”
“The empire is going perfectly well without you.”
“That’s all I wanna hear.” He maintained the same broad smile. “What about Ana, how is she?”
“This isn’t the reason why you texted, just go straight to the point.”
“Well, you are absolutely right about that, I’ve got a lot for us to discuss.” He looked at his personal guard, “What are you standing there for, get him a seat, will you?” He returns his gaze at Pablo, “I’m sorry for their untrained attitude.”
“I didn’t come here for the gestures.”
“I’ll go to the point when you have a seat.” He finalized.
The guard brought another leather chair for Pablo to sit down. He hesitated, but what interested him was the conversation, he had no choice but to sit down.
“So, shall we?” Micheal said, crossing his legs over the other. “While you left for Chicago to bring your sweet little princess home, I figured out that I can do some thing great for myself. You wanna know what I figured out?”
Pablo made no comment.
He didn’t mind, he continued. “I figured out that I can build up my own empire, besides, that’s how every other Mafian empire began. I decided to leave, hopefully, some day soon, you’ll hear that your brother has become a great Mafia Lord in Mexico. Isn’t that a good news?”
“As long as you are leaving the state, I’m totally fine with that.” Pablo simply said.
“Can you for once in your life try to be sympathetic? At least, try to miss a brother.”
“Micheal, don’t try to act like you care about me or what I feel or how I play my emotions. I only came here because you asked me to.”
“No, not because I asked you to, but because you wanted to find out who this very special friend of your father is. Maybe, some how, you might end up finding out more about what you don’t know, isn’t it?”
“What are you up to, Micheal? Are you testing me or what?”
“Testing?” He repeated with a chuckle. “Is that what you think? Well, that’s actually the answer and guess what, you failed the test.”
The guards which surrounded the room brought out their guns, pointing it at him. Pablo looked around, then at Micheal who was laughing hard at him.
“Surprised?” He asked. “I love surprises. Do you?”
“What’s the meaning of this, Micheal?”
“What makes you think I would invite you here and let you go just like that? Like I always say, that empire belongs to me and not you.”
“You keep saying that and yet, you don’t have it.”
“That’s because I have made a step to have it. But now I have, the Sacilian empire is all gonna be mine.”
“No wonder why father refused to hand the empire over to you, because you’re nothing but a greedy @$$hOle! You own an empire now, why be so selfish?”
“I don’t remember any one saying having multiple empires is a crime. As soon as I take over the Sacilian empire, together with mine, I will make a great history in New York City!” He exclaimed in excitement. “Isn’t it good news?”
Pablo made no comment.
“Well, you have ten minutes to say your last prayers.”
“Ten minutes is too long for a last prayer.”
“You have five minutes then.”
“Still long for a last prayer.”
“Since you don’t appreciate my generosity, I guess I’ll make it a minute then.”
“It’s…”
“Shut the fu*k up and say your d@mn prayer!” He yelled.
Pablo laughed, leaving every one baffled. “What the fu*k is funny about this?! Michael yanked.
“I think it’s you who’s going to be saying his last prayer.”
“What the fu*k does that mean?”
“Boss, your chest.” One of the guards informed him.
Micheal looked at his chest, he saw the res gun light on it. He looked at his guards and the lights were pointing at each of them.
“I told you to come alone!”
“What makes you think I’d do that? What do you take me for, a fool? Have you forgotten already, I ain’t just a mafia, I’m a military. You don’t play games with me.” He smirked evilly.
Micheal fumed in anger but Pablo seemed not to care. “So, let me make this straight again, that empire doesn’t belong to you, it belongs to me. And if you think of doing any thing stupid, I’m gonna end your fu*king life once and for all. Any questions before I kill you?”
“Come in.” Micheal said.
Pablo looked at his ears, he saw there was an earpod which he had used to communicate to whoever it was he had just talked to.
A giant with a bazooka gun walked out from a door at the corner of the room. He had bullets worn around his chest and waist.
Michel laughed. “I was prepared for this.”
“So was I. It’s time.”
Fred and the guard they had worn a bomb walked into the room, every one shifted back. “I guess I was much more prepared than you are.” He smirked again. “I’m gonna ask again, any last prayer?”
“You think blowing up this entire place will end every thing?”
“No, I don’t think so. You know what, Micheal, I figured out that you’re standing alone in this journey. But I don’t, I don’t stand alone, I’ve got some one who’s gonna take my place after I am gone. You wanna know who?”
“Go fu*k yourself, d_1ck.” He cursed.
“I have an heir, some one who’s gonna grow up and become great just like his father, and like his grandfather.” Pablo smiled, “Very soon, she’ll be pregnant and I’ll have a child. I don’t care what gender it is, that child is gonna take my place. What about you, Micheal, who’s gonna take your place?”
Michael made no comment.
“I’m always one step ahead of you. I spent years of my life in the military, do you actually think I’d be playing games there?” He walked closer to Micheal, leaving an inch gap between them.
“I’m gonna ask you this one last question, Michael, Who’s the Godfather now?”
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~THE END~
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