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A black Audi pulled over opposite a white bungalow, the street was quiet, only the chirping of birds perched on trees liven the dull street. The building was a retreat of their last target. Gabe wondered what he's up to at the moment. Sleeping, drinking, thinking or possibly in bed with a lady. The porch lights were on, their white glow reflecting on the vine that erected on the trellis.

They climbed out of the car, standing under the starry night. The crescent moon was obscured by the clouds. A surprisal package was placed at the backseat of the Audi. Their feet made no sound as they walked stealthily towards the building.


Gloom stretched through the ample room, Jake eyes gleamed in the darkness. He made his way cautiously to the bedside. Two figures laid under the duvet.

"Wakey wakey Toby." Jake said with softness glued to his tone.

The two figures aroused gropingly. A voice had woken them, but the darkness hid the man with the voice. Gabe flicked on the light, both figures twitched at the sight of the men before them. The brunette naked lady shuddered, so also her consort who was dripping wet with perspiration.

"W-who are y-you?" Toby stuttered.

"Your flight host" Jake answered.

"Flight host?" Toby asked puzzlingly.

"You have a flight to catch Toby, don't make us wait for long." Jake brought out a ranging bull.

"I'll run while I can, if I was you," Gabe offered drily to the lady. At his words, the lady picked up her clothes and scampered out of the room.

"Now, time to meet your flight." Jake said.


A black casket was placed beside the Audi, its surface glimmered at the reflection of the stars. A tawny pointed nose man in a white boxershorts stood before it.

"Help yourself to your luck." Gabe said. Toby opened the casket, shaking on his feet.

"Your flight is TO89 Toby." Jake said with a wry face. He pointed the gun at the man's temple, at the squeeze of the trigger. Toby tumbled into the casket, blood cascaded down his temple.

They placed the casket at the backseat, heading for a place to lay the body at rest.


The casket was lowered into a dugout,with both men leveling it. Jake placed a wreath by the grave, crossing his chest.

"I guess That's a better way to die." Gabe said sarcastically.

"May your flight reach its final destination Toby." They both laughed at the remark, their laughter echoing through the still night.

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It was a steamy clear day on a Meja early hours of dawn. Gabe was dripping wet with perspiration. Standing motionless, regaining his wind back. He had done a hundred press-ups, while Michelle was away on her aerobics. A big day laid before him, their first target will be at the golf course in town by noon. He will be meeting Jake at their rendezvous in few hours time. Breaking away from his reverie, he scuffled to the bathroom.


Their rendezvous was the rooftop of a twenty-one storey skyscraper building. A fifty meters tall mast was rigged at the center of the rooftop. They had taken position, Jake was squinting through the scope of a cheytacm200 sniper stand against the wall. He adjusted the magnifier, shifting his weight a bit.

"You wanna try this?" He asked as sweat poured off his brow.

Gabe answered grinning slightly."I would love to."

"You can do this bud." Jake assured drily. Gabe eased himself into a lying position, squinting through the telescopic sight. A young caddie, with a red baseball cap came into his range of vision.

"What's the target like?" He asked gruffly.

"A stout potbellied man, he's dressed in a red jersey over a white sweatpants."

Gabe adjusted the lens slightly in a precise manner. His first time handling a precision rifle. Their target was three hundred yards away. Gabe spotted him, Marco carried himself in a confidential aura, clutching the golf club. He was huddled between his aides.

Gabe drew a deep breath, squeezing the trigger once. The bullet traveled at light speed, smashing into Marco's forehead. He stood rooted on the spot, then spilled on the fairway.

"I got him Jake." Gabe mumbled.

"Good job Gabe, c'mon! Let's get outta here." Jake replied, smiling wryly.

With hasty hand, Jake disassembled the sniper. They made a hasty exit from the rooftop.


Dusk stretched out through the blind, the bedside lamp glowed in the gloomy room. Michelle sat on the bed, her back to Gabe. She stared blankly into the darkness, sniffing at intervals.

"Something wrong?" Gabe asked, he turned on his side, sitting bolt upright. His hand placed on her shoulder sent thrills down her spine. She turned, staring into his eyes.

"Am afraid of everything here in this city Gabe." She said in a sadden voice. He pulled her to him, the clung together for what seems like years in stunned silence. Her sniffing tone muffled by his shoulder.

"Why're you that scared Michelle?" He asked in a concerned tone.

"Killings, bloods, I hate them all Gabe." She answered in a hushed whisper. His heart reeled at the mention of those words. Killing, blood, has become a part of him, tattooed on his once sanctum heart.

He attempt to firm words, but his mind was blank making it hard to figure out one. His gentle stroking of her back seems to soothe, dispelling her nervousness."All will be good, you must go to bed now." He maundered against her ear.

She eased herself from him smiling her thanks, then she dropped off to sleep.


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A black saloon car was parked beside the rotunda cathedral church. Seraphic reliefs jutted out of the cathedral stoned wall, ab embossed cruciform protruded on the chapel's dome. A sculptured Madonna was situated at the far left corner of the cathedral entryway. The man behind the wheel of the saloon car tapped his fingers impatiently at the dashboard. He pulled the bill of the blue baseball cap slightly over his face.

Few minutes ago, two guys had dragged a thinnish snub-nosed man out of the saloon car. They gagged him and shut him inside the trunk. The handsome face man wore a blue shirt, a black three-quarter cargo pants fell loosely on his laps. His target was inside the chapel, a man whose end ticks.

The cathedral oaky door opened with a squeak. A figure emerged from the chapel. A tall round shouldered man with a bald head, stubbled chin and ovoid blue eyes climbed down the stairs. He looked a man in his early sixties, with few long strides he eased himself into the backseat.

"I'm heading home straight." Said the man huskily.

"Alright sir" was the driver's response. He glared at the wrinkled face man through the rear-view mirror. The saloon sputtered alive as it pulled into the quiet cathedral street.


Sun was glaring down on the active Molly avenue, the ride had been a quite one, except for the incessant grumbling by the aged man seated at the backseat. Gabe swerved the saloon right, with the engine whirring loudly.

"Why take this route?" The man asked bluntly.

"The street ahead is always snarled-up sir." Gabe offered politely. He accelerated the car, zipping past the residential district.


Gabe grinded the car to a halt on a rail line, pressing at the central lock. He could see the man wrinkled forehead through the rear-view mirror.

"Why do you stop the car?" The man blurted.

"Am sorry, this is the dead end Landen."

"A-re y-ou n-ut or something?" Landen sputtered. He attempt to open the door, but his effort proved futile.

"Enjoy your ride to hell Landen." Gabe removed the car key from the ignition and exited the car.

He smirked at the man through the window as he locked up the driver's portal. A black Audi pulled over few yards away. An odd looking guy in a red sweatshirt sat behind the wheel. He flashed a grin at Gabe.

"Good job bud, time to get outta here." Gabe walked in a fast pace towards the Audi and hopped in."One more to go, then we're done." Jake revved the car and sped off.

From across his left, a passenger train came into view rumbling in the distance. Landen sat rooted on the spot, his blood frozen with the fear of what lies before him. Every muscles in him twitched, with perspiration pouring off his face. He felt his soaked pants, realizing he had peed. A soft smile played on his lips, he wondered how he had found humor at this oddly moment.

Landen shrieked, his voice went dull as the train crushed the saloon, crumpling it as a chewed gum.

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CHAPTER NINE: THREE MUST GO


A rapped at the door awoke him, he clambered off bed blinking back the sleep in his eyes. He shook his head, tearing sleep web about him. Gabe slid the door open. To his utmost surprise, before him stood an angel, in a red minigown, her rosy lips was spread lightly.

"Hi Gabe." She said with a smile, her delicate legs were stemmed in a white wedge shoes.

"Hey, come on in." Gabe replied, raising an eyebrow. She walked in with a feline gait, dropping her red hand bag on the sofa."But, Michelle didn't tell m-e y-ou are coming." He spluttered.

"Surprisal visit Gabe." She sat crossed leg , twitching her lips.

"What can I offer you?" He inquired with a soft smile on his lips.

"Not what you can, but what I can Gabe." She fished into her handbag, bringing out a can Gatorade drink."Here pretty face." She tossed the Gatorade at him.

Gabe muttered."Thank you." And popped open the lid with the ring pull. He walked over to the bed and sat on it."I was sleeping before."

"Oh, am sorry I woke you, am quite bad at timing."

"You're good, sometimes you need an angel to shake you off your sleep." He chugged at the drink, squeezing on the can.

"Really?" She asked with an odd grin. Her mind went in a whirl, Now you're mine she thought.

"Yeah." He replied a belch. His eyes twitched around their sockets. The urge to sleep devoured him, then he slumped headfirst on the bed.

Pat scrambled to the bedside, she tore her clothes off, planting a kiss on his lips. Moments later, she was on top of him, he r blue lingerie covering her boobs and groin. Desire burned through her, steaming her blood. Tender touches, hungry kisses, then she lost it.


Gabe woke with an erect, his hand gingerly cupped over her titty. He flinched seeing Pat lying nude beside him with a grin on her face. Noticing his erection, he pulled the duvet draped over his well formed chest. His face turned pale, No, never! He thought. I'll never make love with her.

"Hey pretty face. You're damn heavenly sweet." She ran her hand over his groin, which made him quake.

"What have you done Pat?" He asked with a wrinkled nose.

"I screwed you Gabe." Her voice a whisper."I couldn't help myself Gabe, I want you so bad." She mumbled against his ear.

"How could you? You drugged me..." Her lips shut him midsentence. She took in his lips, sucking, biting at every corners.

"I want more of you now." She said in a muffled tone.

He gave in to her, pressing her plump bulbous breast, rolling over her to take up position. She moaned under him at the insertion of his member.


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Lawrence poured himself a whiskey from a whiskey jug, across him seated Gabe and Jake."Help yourself to a whiskey guys." He passed the whiskey jug to Jake. Who picked a stein, pouring himself the whiskey."Gabe?" Laurie asked.

Gabe Answered with a pursed lips."I don't do that Laurie."

"Oh, Gabe here is not a wino Laurie." Jake said with a smirk.

"Good, you must like something else then." He sat beside them and lighted a tobacco."Perhaps wenches." He offered dryly.

The bar was filled with exotic drinks, Mainly intoxicants. A lava lamp was placed on the wooden shelf which glowed in the dimly litted room. Laurie took a drag at the tobacco, expelling a light smoke which billowed above his receding hairline.

"I've got a friend with political aspiration." Laurie said gruffly.

"Politics, I've got a big a big hate for that game." Gabe replied with a wrinkled nose.

Lawrence continued."He has gotten a big problem these days, which is pressing hard at his mind." He tilted his head, sipping at the whiskey."Which I will love to solve for him."

Jake wrinkled his forehead."How do we solve his problem?" He asked bluntly.

"I found a way, three must go this time boys." Laurie replied sneeringly.


Outside the villa, the yellow sun glinted the windows. Both men stood shoulder to shoulder. Gave was few inches taller than Jake, a new job is at hand. Three kingpins of Meja must go.

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{PAT}

She bolstered herself beside a worktop, a tumbler brimmed with milk held in her hand. Her black eyes looked void, but within those eyes lurks a desire glowing as fire. Sweet, so pretty sweet she thought in her subconscious, I just can't get my mind off you pretty face. Just a good taste of you should help clear my foggy mind. She mopped her palm on her creamy lips. A breakfast bar was stationed at the center of the kitchen, beside it were stools. At the far side was situated a toaster, dishwasher and a microwave. On the draining board was also a coffee maker with a knife block.I'll get you pretty face, soon I'll have a taste of you, then you'll be mine she resoluted in herself. She downed the remaining content in her tumbler.


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Sinphire street was full to bursting, people going about their lives. Strip mall were on the either sides of the high-street. The brilliant blue sky, so as the bright light of sinphire amazes Gabe. Their task here was obvious, they're so bring the 'Cynca' to their knees. He licked his lips in anticipation.


Two four-wheeler rides were halted beside a kerb, fiendish looking men alighted, all armed. Some with handguns, while others wielded semi automatic guns. Their target was a fortress of the Cynca.

They stormed into their target, frequent bursts of gun fire echoed the street. Gabe was at the front pulling hard at the cyncas. Within a tick of clock, bodies laid in pool of blood. He marched over the red fluid, volleying bullets at opponents. A stout round faced man with a shaved head fired his shotgun rifle at him. He rolled out of the spot, shortly before the shot made impact. The bullet thudded into a wall behind the corner.

Gabe wrapped his hand on the trigger, squeezing once at it. The man fell on his side, blood dripped from his chest.

Jake was on his heels clutching his glock18 towards his face. His touch startled Gabe, he sighed with relief knowing Jake was alive.

"You okay Gabe?" He asked in a hushed whisper. Gabe nodded, shuddering with fear.


They held Mark, the cynca's gang leader at gunpoint. He was sitting on a red armchair. The puffy faced man sat with composure, but his brown eyes were alarmed. Death doesn't seem to scare him as he stared widely at the gun inches from his face.

"Laurie sends his greetings." Jake said sneeringly.

"This is really snippy from him, I'll love to see him myself." Mark bit his lips nervously."He should show some respect at least."

"Respect? You'll have that paid by your bier." Replied the squat muscular man beside Jake. He was the only survivor with Jake and Gabe.

"No one outshines the master and live to tell of it dude." Jake gave the trigger a squeeze. Mark fell on his chest, blood gushing from his temple.

"I guess we're done teaching respect." Jake said, pulling a wry face.

CHAPTER EIGHT: MADE MEN MEET LAURIE


Gabe had never experienced night-time in Meja. The vibrant night-life was astounding especially at his current location. Club Kruz was buzzing, noise stemming from every corners. Odd filtered lights litted the hall, and also spotlights, their glows falling on a spot where strippers strip- teased the audience. Large thick smoke filled the air, smell of whiskeys vodkas and couple of smells reeked through the roomy hall. Gabe made it here tonight, because Michelle was away. She had had a night shift at work. Jake sat crossed ankle over the stool, his face gloomy.

He shifted his weight and sat bolt upright, a light smoke emitted from the cigar held between his fingers."I have bad news Gabe." He whispered between breaths.

"What news?" Gabe asked, his face lit with curiosity.

Jake answered with a sigh."About your brother."

At the word 'Brother', Gabe stomach churned, every muscles in him stiffened. Jake owed him one, so he took his chance. One good about the demon was, he had long arms, satellites ears, even a God's eye. Gabe relayed his little big secret, asking Jake to find his brother. Dead or alive - he seems unready for the news as chills grabbed at his spine.

Jake crumpled the cigar between his fingers, humor drained off his face."Benjy is dead, he died a week or more ago."

Gabe bravely blinked back tears, his limbs went numb and his face paled.

"I revered him so much Gabe, he died bravely, taking his revenge at Mosa. They both died in a churchyard." He stroked his shoulder.

Gabe swallowed hard, with the urge to cry rapping at his mind threshold.

"You gotta live because of him, he died for you. Psyche up man, fun is about you." He smiled softly at him.

A freckled face fair complexioned lady walked towards their spot, she was clothed in a shining black mini gown. Gabe squinted at her as she walked with a gentle elegant stride. Her chubby cheeks puffed up a bit, and also glowing bright was her ember brown eyes which was fixated on him. She stopped beside Jake, ruffling his hair a little.

"I got a little surprise Gabe, meet Salomé, Salomé this is Gabe." She smiled widely at him, taking in every bit of him."I'm done babysitting, I have got some fun to catch." He eased himself off the bar stool, leaving them behind.

"Evening handsome." Salomé beamed, walking towards him with few strides.

"Evening." He replied, assessing the beauty before him. Her wavy long hair fell over shoulder, she was endowed with a striking curry figure.

"Mind some good time?" She inquired, tucking her hair behind her round ear.

Good time? That should do for now he thought. He needed to be lost in something at the moment."Why not?" He asked drily. He took her soft tender hand as she led him to fun haven.


The sky glow of the city shone beautifully through the screen, she had unclothed herself leaving only her black bustier on her ample breasts. Gabe slithered his hand over it, as she climbed on top of him. Desire burned through her ember brown eyes. She bent her head, pressing her lips on his, then their mood pepped up. He darted his hand across her body, pressing, smooching, caressing everywhere. With a flick of his hand, her bra went off. He squeezed hard on her tit, making her moan at his touch. She unclothed him with hasty hands, writhing with emotion.


"Had a nice time right?" Jake asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Quite a bit I guess." His face wrinkled with a grin. The pleasure had dispelled the pain in him for the moment. He knew it won't last for long."Shall we now?"

A devilish grin played on Jake's lips."Yeah sure, we've got a big friend of mine to visit tomorrow."


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"The name is Laurie." Gabe took in his hand, a muscled hand with long thick fingers. Lawrence was clad in a white suit, his black loafer glinting like a sunstroke pearl. He has a round shoulder and was hefty in arms and legs, likewise a flattened nose and a well aligned rounded eyes."C'mon sit down guys." He offered, smiling widely enough to show his upper artificial teeth.

Jake and Gabe sat on a deck chair from across Lawrence. Everything in his exotic villa looks elegantly vogue. Two exotic sports car were parked at the front lawn as they make their way in. Flowers, trees gave the villa an Olympian beauty. Two bosomy ladies in bikini sauntered sultrily on the patio, diving from the board into th e pool.

Lawrence reposed on the lounger, gazing at the crystal clear blue sky, his arms folded on his chest."People can really be funny these days, masters are now outshined by apprentice. Do you know what happen to those who outshine the masters?" He asked, manipulating his broad voice into a thinned hushed voice.

Gave didn't give a hang about the conversation, he was busy staring at the ladies swimming in a crawl.

"They got screwed." Jake answered.

"Good, there is this guy who have what's mine, he has socked me real hard on the face twice, but this time, am not letting it slide." He said, wrinkling his nose.

Jake asked gruffly "What're you planning to do with him?"

Lawrence exhaled and sat bolt upright."I want him screwed, I want my respect restored."

The ladies climbed out of the pool, their hair dripping wet. They closed in on them in short paces. They grinned narrowly at Gabe, squatting beside Lawrence. Their neatly tender hands massaged his feet.

"My crew will help this time." Lawrence offered.

"We'll be at the ready Laurie." Jake replied, smiling wryly.

Sunlight gleamed on the surface of the bluish pool reflecting the white regal semi-detached house.

"Save that for the next world." Magic shot at the man twice, the sound crackled in Gabe's ear.


The gunshots has alarmed men inside the warehouse. They were all armed as they stood upon their guards. Their assailants stormed in, volleying bullets at all angles. In a game of living and dying, the wise only tell the tales. Gabe has chosen to be wise at the moment. He hid himself behind cover, cartoned goods were stockpiled six feet tall throughout the warehouse. A forklift was also stationed at the center of the hall. His years flashes before him, a tranquil world gone violent in a blink. Now, he will live a killer nevermore a sinner.

Bullets clattered at obstacles, fleshes, and bones. Gabe turned his right squeezing hard at the trigger. A black haired man stood frozen few meters away, blood trickled down his temple. He fell on his rump with a thudding sound.

"Good shot Gabe." Jake whispered from across him. He had hid himself behind stacked boxes."On me guys, I already had enough." He smiled wryly, dashing out of cover.

Oh, he's going to get himself killed Gabe feared. He gripped firmly at the trigger, firing at the adversaries. He gulped, seeing the damage he had done with the mightful machine.


Jake had retrieved the package, it was a red briefcase. He darted across the hall, firing behind his back."Time to go guys." He shouted on top of his lung. Gabe dashed out of the warehouse, and the others followed suite.

A bullet lodged into Magic right ankle."Oh, Bleep! I've been shot." He blurted."Help me guys."

"I w-ill take them o-ut." Gabe spluttered. He gave a squeeze at the trigger thrice. Three oncoming armed men spilled off their feet's.

"C'mon Magic." Scar mumbled. Magic groaned as Scar lifted him onto his shoulder.

"Am too hard to die guys." He said gruffly, limping as they make towards the car. Scar eased him into the rear backseat, slamming the portal shut.

Gabe was sitting behind the wheel, he looks real agitated. Perspiration formed on his brow. The car engine kicked alive with a roar.

"We'll need speed Gabe, they 're giving a chase. You sure can do this?" Jake asked with a skeptic look on his face.

"Seatbelt." Gave replied curtly. He fired the car, zipping into the highway at a lightning speed. He mopped his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

Jake fished into his pocket, scrabbling for a lighter. He already held a cigar on his lips. Just two flicks, then the cigar was ignited. He took a long deep puff at it with his eyes locked on the rear mirror. Their friends were closing in on them at a great pace.

"Gabe is a damn kickass Jake." Scar said. He was not the talking type, so when he had spoken it amazed Gabe.

"That was a brilliant one from him I guess." Jake replied dryly. A smile played at the corner of his mouth. He was right always, Gabe was what he thought of him. Bullets thudded into the car chassis, at the sound he was alarmed."Get down!"

They squated on the floorboard, more pellets made contact with the car. Gabe swerved among the chain of traffic, easing his way from side to side. The swerving seemed to make magic stomach churned.

Magic puffed a breath, gulping twice in a second."Turn right." He said in a low hushed voice."That should be an easy route."

Gabe stared at Jake with a quizzical look. He knew he needed an answer straightaway."Magic was raised and bred here Gabe, he knew every damn street here as his palm."


The road at the route was narrow and also windy, Gabe drifted along the curves at interval. Traffic there was sparse, both cars hitting the road at high-speed. Their chasers never seems to give up, they showered bullets at the sedan, that now looks like a perforated paper.

"Time to fight back guys." Jake said with an edge to his voice. He blew on his gun, firing back at the grey colored people carrier through the shattered rear window. Magic sat on the floorboard, grumbling something to himself. His lunula were reddened with his own blood.

"Jake, grab the wheel." Gabe said. Jake gazed at him with his eyebrow arched."Just do it." He shrieked. Jake complied, steering the wheel. Gabe trained his Baretta at the minivan's tank, firing twice, the car was ignited.

"Oh my God, he set them afire." Scar gasped. He gaped in bewilderment. Magic heaved himself onto the seat, sitting in stunned silence.

Jake let out a giggle, a puff of air stroke his face."You're sweet Gabe." He offered.

Gabe pouted and grabbed at the wheel."When this is over, you owe me one." His voice a hushed whisper.

"Whatever Gabe, enemies crushed guys." He whooped, his voice echoing through the sky.

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"I owe you one Jake, now I have paid, why come after me again?" He asked, there was a distinct edge to his voice.

"We both need each other Gabe." He maundered.

"No, I don't fucking need you Jake." He exploded, his face lit with rage.

"Those guys you took out, their friends will come after you." He gulped."You have a chance to live beside me."

"Screw you Jake, you caused this." He gulped back his fears, forcing a scowl.

"I'll have your back now Gabe." He lighted a cigar, puffing at it."Don't worry a bit." He gave him a reassuring smile.

"Jake please leave now, I beg of you." He uttered through clenched teeth.

"I don't leave on my own Gabe, just like you. Am a friend, a brother, your family from this moment on."

"I don't need you demon!" He blurted, balling his hand into a fist.

"Now the demon is a friend Gabe, to live you must choose the demon." He had a puffs at the cigar."Am going on a business enterprise tomorrow, mind coming?"

Gabe stormed into the apartment, banging the door shut behind him. He leaned his back on the door, pummeling at it. His cheeks puffed up as rage raced through him.

Jake smiled evilly as he turned on his heels, a light puff of smoke emitted from his nose. He squashed the cigar with his boot, and walked into the street.


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There comes a time in life to make tough decisions. A wrong, you have dire price to pay. Gabe has made a tough decision this early morning. His sanctum mind was about to go wild, he'll play along with Jake, besides to live, he had no choice. He dashed into the street, heading for hell threshold.


A green sedan skimmed over the asphalt of Meja suburban highway, beside the driver sat a man, he has a big jaw, crooked ears and a burnt lips. Magic downed a bottle of beer in a single gulp, mopping the foam in his lips with the back of his palm.

At the rear seat sat Jake, beside him was Gabe sucking at his upper teeth. He had sat in silence since the ride begun, glancing through the wound down window. He seems to be enjoying the view of the suburbs. Several young folks played big ball game in an open court, blocks of apartment buildings lined across the road. Cyclists, skateboarders, inline skaters enjoying the tick of time.

"Our target is a warehouse bud." Jake wrinkled his nose."To secure the package we'll have hell to pay."

"Thanks for the Gen." He replied dryly. The urge to live flooded his mind, an object in his pants pocket made an obvious bulge. He felt the Baretta 96 brigadier in his pocket. A crease formed on his forehead.'I'll live, I must live' he
resoluted.


Scar grinded the car to a halt, in an instant, they drew out their weapons and alighted from the sedan.

"Who're those fellas?" Asked a round shouldered man in a hoarse voice.

CHAPTER SEVEN: NO SAINTS GAME


Gabe head sank deep into the center of the pillow, his face burning red with fury of what he had done at the beach, two souls belong to past of time because of him. He blinked at intervals, keeping the urge to tear at bay. The morning news was televised by a lady clothed in a blue suit, her bob hair falling over her left eye. She presented the news in a strong accent. Images of the dead beach victims were displayed on screen. At the sight of this, he leaped out of bed, reaching for the remote control placed on the occasional table.

He gave the switch button a press, then the television went blank. The night has been hard on him, thought of his first killing pressed on his mind. He beseeched for forgiveness nightlong, but the question remains, can he forgive himself? I had little choice he thought, kill or the worst, which he had no idea what it might be. I'll keep off from he demon he resolved, a bout of distance should do.


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Dawn broke in like a burglar stealing away its reign from the night. The neighborhood was alive, people massing through over the pavement. The apartment glowed from the reflection of the bright blue sky coming through the blind.

Blood seeped through her bandaged left shoulder, she had bound her hair into a bun with an alice band making her look years younger. A white tight-fitting camisole was worn over her dainty body. Standing before the bathroom mirror, her wounded shoulder reflected in the mirror. She winced as pain coursed through her arm. The wound was a knife stab resulting from a fight she has stopped. Two hoodlums had picked up a fight on the street, both boxing hard on each other. One of the weird punks drew out a flick knife thrusting it towards his adversary, she had intervened right on time taking the damage. Seeing the damage done, Both thugs to their heels each going separate ways. Pat had stitched her up, placing a bandage on the wound.

"You're badly hurt." Gabe said. He stood behind her, clothed in a white vest over a white Knickerbockers. He had walked in on her stealthily.

Angel Gabe she thought staring at his reflected image on the mirror. She turned away from the mirror, resting her weight in her arms placed on the vanity table."Not as bad as it seems." She gave him a warm glowing smile.

"That's dampen with blood, you should change it now." He clutched her hand, and they both exited the bathroom.


He patched the wound with a new bandage, pressing it in place with tender touches."We're done fixing you." He took a knee off the bed.

"Thank you." She offered with a pleasing smile. She climbed on the bed in a kneel, pecking him on his forehead.

He went wild in an instant, losing control of his emotions. Her cinnamon lips magnetized him, in a blink, he pressed his lips on hers.

Emotion coursed through her body, making her quivered at the touch of his lips. She blinked twice and repelled in a flash. He stared at her with a blank expression on his face. His emotion brimmed eyes, glowing bright as ember.

"I think I love you Michelle." He whispered, bending his head and kissing her souly.

Their mood went from cold to hot as they kissed hungrily, panting in the process. He pulled her close running his hands over her tender skin. They were devoured by love, as they both sucked hard at each others lips. She clutched him by the nape of his neck, pulling him to her. Both lost in the bouncy moment, he pulled off her camisole and pushed her to the bed. Her pink bra molds her delicate fair breast. In a blink he tossed his vest on the floor, staring squarely into her almond brown eyes. He bent over attempting to undo her bra, but she gripped at his hand.

"No Gabe, let's not get there now." She breathed, her breathing steadying.

Gabe rolled on his side panting, he fixed his gaze on her."You're damn beautiful Michelle." He said between breaths."You took my breath away the very day I caught sight of you." He stroked her hair which fell on her shoulders.

"You too, you're right handsome." She whispered."I think I love you too Gabe." She pressed her lips softly on his.

The atmosphere of the room returned to normal as they both laid down on the bed. Images of the last few minutes hung on their minds.


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Gabe was alone in the apartment, he was standing before the venetian blind. His face painted with a self-satisfied look. This morning, Michelle had kissed him in a French manner before darting out of the building. I found Michelle, I found love he thought, Jake was right behind his mind. He will never see the demon again he had resolved, Jake now belongs to his past, he must focus on the present which was Michelle, an angel he loved with his all.

He had footsteps on the porch, minutes later a rapped at the door startled him. Gabe heads for the door in a slow stride, taking his dear precious time before sliding the door open. He was surprised at the sight of who stood before him. A young looking man clothed in a red hooded body warmer and a black pants, his squint-eyes glows with a pleasing smile sprawl on his face. The demon has sure return.

"Hey Gabe, long time. Will you let me in?" He asked with a smirk upon his face.

Gabe pondered on the question a little, before reaching a conclusion."No, we talk outside." He slammed the door shut, looking up at him with a glower.

They stood in silence by the doorstep for what seems a decade. Jake broke the silence with a sigh.

"You have every reason to be mad at me man, and much as I have every reason to thank you." He dabbed at his right shoulder, winking at him.

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He was now a sinner in the land of the killers. The puzzle had been solved by him, with firm resolution he had decided to play along with Jake. Recalling the wide smile on Michelle's face that morning, he swallowed hard. Her striking look always created a sensation in him. The wine colored red dress she wore molded her beautiful figure and she had regarded him in an affectionate manner before walking out the door. An image played in his mind;he was standing inches away from her cupping her face in his hand. She blushed at his touch while they both stood in silence. Gabe bent his head and pressed his lips on her cinnamon colored lips. He blinked away the thought slumping headfirst onto the couch.


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{BEACH}

Crowds were heaping at the beach, many of them wearing beach wears. Dozens were playing a beach ball, shouting on top of their lungs. Several ladies reclined on deck chairs sunbathing their skins. A dark skinned guy with a sunhat crested on his head held a surfboard under his arm. Far in the distance, speedboats zipped over the ocean, with wake leaping few feet after them. Waves rolled towards the beach making the crowds nearby dispersed.

The cool breeze stroked his face as he walked over the sandy beach. Sunshades were shed, lying under them were bared skin men, bare- breasted ladies, bath robed people also inclusive. He was wearing a white knickers with a blue nylon T-shirt. An object protruded in his breeches' pocket. It was a Baretta 96 brigadier which was given to him by Jake. He had visited him earlier telling it to his face that he was ready to play along. Jake grinned at him pulling him into an embrace. Mumbling some words to him. He handed him the Baretta 96 brigadier and clued him in on the target. He had warned him on the power that lies within what he held in his palm.'Take out your kill always on time, when the safety goes off, so is mercy gone. With the safety on, then you can have clemency. The gun is mightful at the hand of a god, and a god is a man that squeeze the bullet with no compassion for his enemy'.

He had made the word a mantra,repeating it in a cycle in his mind. His kill were lying on deck chair few yards away. Jake added that to be a god, you must be a machine; no remorse, no love, no fear, just a quick trigger finger. A silencer has been attached to the Baretta to make the task right simple.

"Hey fellas, having nice time?" He inquired with a grin. The men gawked at him and later smirked at the anomaly before them. Within a wink, he trained the Baretta at them giving the trigger a good squeeze twice.

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The room was lighted by the sunray peeping through the blind, Michelle stood before the screen watching the sunstroke street. A cyclist with a red helmet cycled along the neighborhood, few yards to the left a yellow motorbike was parked near a bricked wall. She wore a red short-sleeved blouse over a green miniskirt. Her blear-eyes darted across the neighborhood, at the memory of the attack yesterday, a lump paced down her throat. Friends had died, few comatosed and the luckiest lost a limb. Gabe sat in silence on the chaise-lounge resting his chin on his palm.

"Don't you think I was lucky to be with you at the pizzeria?" She inquired, glancing at him.

"Yes you really are lucky Michelle." He maundered.

"I should be dead by now, and also Pat." She sniffled turning her face around. Tears welled in her eyes, and with a blink she was tearing and sobbing.

Gabe stood to his feet, closing the distance between them in a fast stride. He pulled her into an embrace, squeezing her arms. She lost herself in him, weeping into his sleeves. Now my angel is emotioned he thought as her muffled sob ringed in his ears.

"Thank you for saving me Gabe." She choked with emotion as she spoke."I did save you that night, and you did me a good turn." She smirked hysterically and stared into his dark eyes. He smiled down at her pressing her inches away.

"You should get some rest now." He offered.


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The door to Jake's two-bedroomed apartment squeaked open. Two figures marched in shoulder to shoulder. Gabe was clad in a denim from head to foot, his baseball boots slid over the ceramic tiles.

"Welcome to my domicile Gabe, c'mon make yourself comfy." He skimmed into the bedroom.

The sitting room look strikingly enticing, an armchair was positioned beside the blue coated wall, throws were draped over it. To the right a couch posed with a scatter cushion on it. Plant pots were scattered around the corners, and a flat screen TV was fitted on the far wall. A digital surround system stood upon an occasional table. Gabe reclined on the recliner, placing his feet on the footstool relishing the exciting ambiance within the room.

The ride to Jake's apartment was a fair distance one. During the minutes in the Audi, Jake has told him something was eating at him. He had promised to tell him when they reached his place. Since that very moment, he has been curious to figure it out. He sat resolutely with a blank mind."Let it come." He repeated to himself.

Jake walked into the sitting room with a bared skin, his member was slightly erect under his white shorts."Want a drink?" He enquired, slumping into the couch beside the recliner.

"Am fine, I guess you spill what's eating at you now."

"Well, let's get at it then." He shifted his weight a trifle."Ahem, you owe me one Gabe." Gabe nodded in affirmative."Good, I help you save your friend, now let's see if you can save me also."

"Save you?" He glared at him in a quizzical mode.

"You'll get it straight now." He reached for a data file on the table, and flipped through two pages. He returned his glow at him and simpered."You saved Michelle likewise you saved me, but this time, I need you to slaughter my enemies."

"Slaughter your enemies? Can you get a little bit clearer please?" He sat up reminiscing his past experiences in Meja In a fast succession.

"I found out the guys that took the hit on me the other time, I want you to take them out Gabe."

The words echoed through him, making his muscles quivered. Take out? That's a hell big word to say he thought. Now the evil in Jake is finally aroused. Kill a soul? That sounds absurd to him."-do y-you k-know how much a s-soul worth Jake?" He stuttered with a shaking voice.

"The worth of a soul is decided by men Gabe." He hurled the file at him."Now pay me a good turn friend and let's even the scorecard."

"You expect me to pay you back with this?" He blurted, standing on his feet. His face reddened with rage.

"Be my friend, kill my foe Gabe." His voice had an edge to it. He stood to his feet and grabbed at his shoulders."Just do this, and let's look shit through each other eyes." He sucked on his lower lips.



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The wan sun stretches across the horizon, birds swung forth and back fluttering their wings. Vehicles whooshed about the neighborhood while the street noises are at an amplitude.

The apartment was a necropolis with the muted boob tube displaying a circus show. A conjurer conjured with a pack of cards on screen. Gabe sat on the couch resting his head on the headrest. He had pondered and worried over the night as the dilemma hung on his mind. To him Michelle was worthful, an angel, he couldn't afford losing her. He had failed many times to save what was dear to him. Parting with Benjy had been a trauma, so he resolved to guide Michelle with every bit in him. Jake wanted him to kill two wholly souls, that's also much a price to pay to him.

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CHAPTER SIX:COMPANY OF WRONGS



Tales of mobsters like any other story has a beginning. A beginning that leads to a life of respect, blood, death and horror. Every mobster has a smooth early life like any individual, the only shift comes when a certain change comes in. When certain people comes into their lives, and change their worlds. The life once owned by the sinners is casted away, and replaced with a life that invokes fear.

Those people came into their lives as an angel promising a heaven, an enticing adventure, a world better than the craven one owned before. When they arrived, they wore their angelic garment with their devil's costume hidden in shade.

To gain access they offered the best of aid, a chance of a rebirth, playing the rose in the world of thorns. Soon as they accessed their lives, their real portrait is painted. In their world, there is nothing called favor, a help rendered today is a price to pay tomorrow.

Mobsters barely show kindness, and when they do. There are hell prices to pay. Prices that must be paid, played to live. Otherwise a sinner's world is torn and ripped apart.

Gabe has came across one, Jake was his angel demon. A friend he must live with, or will with through his living years. Jake has unlocked the part needed for Gabe's vulnerability, and now he will bend his molded will.


Gabe woke with an erect, scanning the apartment for Michelle. He felt relieved as it dawned on him that Michelle was away. She had to help with casualties, and give some reports on the catastrophic attack by the weirdo unknown attackers. He stretched his body, setting his face toward the bathroom.


Company of wrongs has served him good, saving his very own with their help . Hell must have a cool corner he thought as the warm water pattered down his back. He was glad his angels still breathe air, now he was caught in a web, a web of angels and demons, a web of good so as wrong.

Much has happened to him these gone weeks, than it has In years;parting his dearly brother, his triumph over death, meeting his guardian angel, saving a hellbroth guy. His life now a paradise hell, he dried himself, staring into the bathroom mirror. A young handsome well muscular bodied man stood before him, abs, pecs all formed daintly. He ruffled his hair, putting a wry grin on. No friend as thee walled friend, no consort as thou mirror on the wall he thought. An image of his brother flashed through his mind's eye, then tears raced down his cheeks. He wiped off the tears with the back of his palm, biding a bye to his walled friend.



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{JAKE}


Jake laid his head on the polished wooden headboard of his four poster bed. A chest of drawers stood across the room beside a black polished fitted wardrobe. The dressing table was messed with shaver, comb, nail clippers and the likes. A silver clock radio was placed closely to the table lamp on the rectangular nightstand, with drawers. A purple duvet was draped over his hips, revealing his haired chest. A red haired lady traced her neatly manicured hand over his chest, she was nude, only with a pink bikini pants. Her plump tit was tickled by him, she giggled at his touch, licking his chest. He smooched hard on her protruding nipples which made her tinged with emotion.

In his mind's eye, he saw Gabe as a promising dude. All he need is to be toughened up, then a man is made. Something real precious lurks within his saviour friend that needed to be unleashed. I have gotten an eye for talent he thought, who's better at stuff like that? Than Jake the Scorpio. He's willing to make Gabe a real hard man. Just sometime, then all is done according to his charted plot.

"Want a good head?" Asked the brown-black eyed lady. Who seems a teenager with her thinned flesh skin.

"Get to work baby lady." He replied with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. The lady went under the duvet and get onset with the pleasure play. His mechanism were triggered, and a tingling sensation rushed through him."You've got hell to pay this time girl." He mumbled.

What favour man?" He asked, spreading his arms in an all welcome manner.

"I'll need cash Jake." He said in a faint voice.


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The black cab pulled over opposite the police department building. It was a railed single storey building. A metallic flagpole was raised with the city flag billowing high in the air. Police officers scrambled in and out of the building while vehicles zipped along the high-street. Cycles also moved along the cycle lane.

Gabe dashed through the pedestrian crossing in a lightning speed and accost an officer.

"Hi officer, just a minute please, ummm I seek after Michelle."

"Oh, I'll get her. Few minutes please." The ruddy complexioned officer turned on his heels and marched into the building.

Gabe sighed in relief, scanning the street. Few yards away crowds were massing into the pedestrian precinct. A clock tower stood high above a glassy skyscraper in the distance, to his right three ladies walked into an alley, while a cab pulled into the traffic from the taxi rank.


Michelle arrived with Pat, who was clothed in a blue long sleeved t-shirt and a white cotton skirt. A silver dangling earrings shone brightly on her ears.

"Hi Gabe." Pat said. She grinned with her arms falling on her waist.

"Hey, how're you doing angel?" He locked his gaze on her, assessing her beautiful figure.

She flushed at the word 'Angel' with her inner goddess smiling wondrously."Am good and you?"

"Fine, you're looking sweet." He remarked casually.

"What brings you here Gabe?" Michelle inquired with a quizzical look. She looks beautiful In her red leather jacket, the blue tight-fitting denim jean molded her daintly legs.

"Umm, I was thinking we-we could get a bite." He spluttered.

"A bite? That's cool anyway." She darted her look from him and whispered something to Pat.

Pat pulled a face at her. How on Earth will I miss this lifetime opportunity she thought."I'll be just fine." She blurted."Shall we?"



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Zebo pizzeria was filled with fancy-looking tables, with several booths skewed about the hall. There were several vacant booths, so as attractive attendants scurrying to meet the customers' wants.

Michelle face was partially hidden behind a menu. She seem to be lost or something, there were several yummy food she could order. She gulped, then gave out a grin.

"The place is real cool right?" Pat asked. She was full of mirth. Gabe gave a nod and clasped his hands."This will be my second time in here."

"When was your first? And who were you with?" Michelle inquired. She was never a cosmetic freak, always a plain beautiful her.

"You don't wanna know that girl, and you better don't." She waved her a don't try that finger. A pale blue eyed attendant came with their orders, she was elegantly dressed in a dark suit over a grey miniskirt. She placed the silver tray on the table, and turned on her heels.

Gabe took a dig at the pizza wearing a grin, he slotted in a bite of the tasty pizza, gulping it in a jiffy. The ladies were also lost in the blissful moment as they licked their lips.


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A black van pulled before the police department, its side portal slid open with a bulky black masked man grasping a mounted M249 machine gun. He fired the automated gun, with shells littering the van's floorboard. Shots crashed into walls, humans, flows vases, ripping out any obstacles. Deafening crackle reverbed through the street. Panic gripped the peoples with shrieks filling the locale, people fled about the street as car owners made a u-turn.

Three colossus men climbed the van's rear, all armed with a RPG, the looks on their faces was fiendish as they took aim, firing the RPG's rocket.


An explosion was heard at Zebo pizzeria, the customers dashed towards the translucent glassy walls, staring at the now vacant street. The fourth floor run by the pizzeria was explosively void, now the whole hall was massed at a corner, staring at the gaping stock scene.

Gabe was flooded with relief seeing the damage inflicted on the once police department building, now a munition testing ground, rived apart in an astounding manner. It really was a matter of living and death, he couldn't save all, but he saved his own.

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Clouds of thick smoke billowed in the pub with scotch and tobacco reeking in the air. People were mounted on bar stool at several corners in the hall, tarts dressed in odd skimpy clothes loomed about soliciting customers.

Becky raced down from behind Gabe, she was wearing a black bra revealing half of her tit, her red translucent miniskirt shows her plump rump. She tapped his shoulder and grinned at him."Hi handsome."

Her breath was a mixture of vodka-gin, he darted his look from her tit wearing a smile on his face."Hey, what's up?"

"Am fine, you look pretty hot at the hotel." She pulled him closer, fixating her gaze on him."I want a taste of you boy." She licked at his nose.


Jake was puffing at a cigar with his left hand placed around the rim of a mug filled with martini."Hey bud, what do you do?" He puffed out a light smoke.

Gabe was clad in a red button down collar sleeved shirt, his purple cargo pants sagging slightly below his waist."Am pretty good." He mounted on a stool, exhaling deeply."What of your guys?"

"Out of town , you should see this man." He glided a photograph across the shimmering counter.

Gabe picked up the photograph and glanced at it. His mouth fell ajar in astonishment."This is Michele, how do you get this Jake?"

"How do I get it doesn't seem to matter now bud." He downed the martini in a gulp, and winced as the drink seared down his throat."What counts will happen in few hours time."

"What's that Jake?" He asked with curiosity painted on his face.

"Yellow shatto, one if the biggest mob in town will be hitting the police department real hard today." He ran his fingers over his temple."And am pretty sure your girlfriend is a cop."

"Are you telling me Michelle is in a grave danger?" He shifted his weight in the bar stool.

"A hell big one Gabe." He whispered.

Gabe leaped to his feet, he fixated his alarmed look on him."I'll ask you a favour Jake.

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