21 May 2012
The Don puffed out thick heavey smoke as he put down his ciggar. Sat in his black Merc he waited a while, till up pulled another car.
Down by the doccks at the dark of the night they were dealing in crime. The Don lifted his arm pulled back his sleeve to check the time.
The dealers were 10 minuets late which pissed the don off. He grinned to himself as he sat wiping his baretta with a cloth.
The Don turned and looked to his second in command. A tall bloke, with short oiled hair, a very handsome man.
'They're late.' The Don said in a deep husky tone. 'Get out the car, go check and make sure they're alone.'
The Don waited in his Merc with a sexy Mafia Moll. He pulled her closer with a firm hand. 'Com'ere doll.'
Tracing his masculine hand up her gartered thigh. She leaned in closer to kiss his lips while her hands straightned his tie.
Second in commaned stepped out of the car followed by two lackies and the driver. Making the dealers sweat under the collar and swallow saliva.
Stepping out the car they met the small group of men. Second in command spoke with firmness. 'You boys are late you were due in at ten...?'
'Made sure we wern't followed by the cops boss.' 'We knew The Don would be a very unhappy man if this parcel got lost.'
One man return to the car and pulled out a fresh batch of drugs. Passed it over for close inspection by The Dons well trained thugs.
Nodding approvingly to the driver to get the money in cases. The dealers eyes light up in greed as delight filled their faces.
Looking around to make sure no one was in sight. The was air was cold at the docks, there'd be murder tonight.
Grabbing the cases they checked the some of cash. Nodding once they closed them and turned to make a dash.
As the men turned the Mafia drew guns and shot them in the back of the head. The bullets were silent laying them down blood spilled and the dealers were dead.
The second straightened his suit as they all walked to the car. Climbing back in the Don nodded his head, he was passed the package and murmered. 'Tah.'
Driving away with care back to the gentlemans club and Mafia's den. The night was young at only half past ten.
The Don thought about the next job, he couldn't relax. Dealing drugs, stolen goods and avoiding tax.
The thought of next payment set in his genious mind. The Mafia were out to rob everyone blind.
The Don leaned back in his leather chair. Filled the room with smoke and dirtied the air.
He light up his favourite brand of ciggar. Fulling his lungs with expensive tar.
The Mafia: Death At The Docks • Opuss № I