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MASKED
MAFIA?
(His Shy Spy…)
By; Sommy Pearl F.
CHAPTER 91&92
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“Malcolm? What’s with the weird smile?? Answer me!!. What the h*ll is Gilberto talking about?!” Cindy rushed her words, breathlessly.
Malcolm didn’t look at the confused faces. His mind went far. Far to how everything started….
FLASHBACK, MANY YEARS AGO**
Mrs Keepers and her husband ran into the house. They were panting heavily.
“We got to go!” They both told 15 years old Malcolm who was confused.
“What’s it, mum?” He asked.
“We’ll talk about it…later” His mother grabbed his hand, and his father took the car keys.
They all ran outside and entered the car which Mr Keepers started.
“I’m scared…What’s happening?” Malcolm demanded.
“We’ll be fine” His mother could any utter, while holding him close.
The car was on the road driving fast and this made Malcolm to get more frightened. His eyes fell on the mirror.
“Dad…I think someone is following us” He chipped.
His father looked back and muttered a f*ck. Cars were behind, moving fast. He swerved to the other lane and started moving fast.
“Hurry…please. Hurryyy” His wife sobbed.
“Mum? Are they coming for us? Why?” Malcolm asked.
They didn’t reply.
“Owww!” Malcolm groaned suddenly.
“What’s it?” His mother looked at him. written by sommy pearl f.
“My stomach…Its hurts crazily” He muttered.
“He hasn’t recovered from his surgery, has he?” His father asked and his mother nodded.
The sky growled loudly and lightening flashed through the now darkening skies.
“What happening now?” His mother peeped out.
“It seems it about to rain” Malcolm sniffed holding onto his stomach which was hurting badly.
“Sorry son. We’ll be fine. We just need to get away from here and away from those peo-
“d@mn it! We are trapped” Mr Keepers stopped the car and they all looked to see about 5 cars in front of them.
“Who are they?” Malcolm asked.
Mr Keepers turned around and started moving but the cars still chased it.
“This is bad…” Mrs Keepers said.
“d@mn it!” Mr Keepers muttered, seeing more cars coming towards him.
“Hold tight! This might be a rough ride” He said, and crashed onto the rails. The car dropped down to the lower road in a bump and started driving straight.
“What’s happening?” He muttered.
“What?” His wife asked.
“The car. I…I can’t control it anymore”
“What does that even mean?”
“I think it was hacked. They must have threw some device to the car’s body which is controlling it. The hacker is controlling this car instead of me now. Lemme see. Hold on”
“Father…What are you talking about?” Malcolm asked but as usual, he was ignored.
“Yeah…I was right. I see a small device attached to the wheel of the car. They threw it from their car which landed successfully on mine. I gotta take it away if I wanna take full control of the car and if we want to remain alive” He said looking out of the window.
He grabbed a short rod as well.
“Hurry…Please” His wife whispered, with tears running down her eyes.
The car was moving with much velocity. Mr Keepers took almost his whole body down in order to reach the tyre when the skies suddenly darkened fully and poured down heavy rain.
“I can’t see a th- Mr Keepers was however interrupted.
*Poowwww!* The car made the loud noise after hitting a huge tree.
The hacked window winded down immediately and opened up Mr Keepers body. He was dead now.
Malcolm closed his eyes in terror and screamed. He opened it and saw his mother was covering him.
“M…Mu…Mum?” He stammered with flowing tears.
“Malcolm. I’m sorry…But…run. I love you, son” She whispered and gave up her ghost. It was a really fatal accident.
“Mum!!! Dad!!!” He screamed, in tears.
He heard footsteps and quietened up.
“Are they dead?” He heard someone say.
“Yes,,, boss” He heard a reply.
The blood could testify to that.
Malcolm slowly took his eyes to the window and saw a hand. On it wrist, was a star.
He slowly bent down to catch a gaze of the unknown but he passed out…
A WEEK LATER**
St. MARIA’S ORPHANAGE**
“Malcolm?” A lady walked up to him.
“Yes?” Malcolm looked up.
“You now have a foster father. Someone wants you” The lady smiled.
“Huh?” Malcolm muttered.
