Mafia: An Interactive Wattpad Book

2. Intangible

Juuzo Suzuya waited on the far side of a dance club's parking lot in the pouring rain. For days in his free time, he would come here and watch millions of others enter and exit the bass-induced building, noting just how characteristics had changed on a before-and-after scale.

He could tell who was going in because of a heartbreak and who was leaving feeling lucky.

The one thing he didn't consider was being interrupted in his leisurely activity.

As he glanced on with his crimson Kawasaki on its stand near him, a tinted black Rolls Royce pulled up on a curb. The passenger side window rolled down, and through the interior was the sole body of Brandon Takahashi.

"Juuzo, I done told you that if you stayed out here you are going to get sick. Mr. Miyazaki wouldn't like that, man."

Juuzo didn't respond. His eyes stayed fixated on his own personal agenda.

"Come on, dude. Let's go pick up a bite to eat. My treat, and you know I don't say that often. I hear Arby's and McDonalds are still open. The traffic is going to be a bit rough, but we can-"

"Does your jaw ever hurt from talking so much? I know my ears might as well be bleeding from having to listen to you constantly."

Brandon scoffed, resting his left wrist on the steering wheel.

"You think I hadn't prepared myself for your backtalk? What you trying to do- look for a date? I know you haven't slept with anyone in a long ass while. You need to fix your priorites. That's what you-"

Juuzo sighed and kicked the stand back up on his bike before sitting on the leather seat. "I think you've slept with too many. What was that one phone call about? Child support?"

Brandon chuckled, holding himself together. "I got the stacks to support them. Anyone of those children and their mommas know to stay away from me. I'm in a serious business. We both know this."

"Do we?" Juuzo asked as he performed a turnaround drift so he could face his co-worker. "I think you know that, and I'm just embracing it." With that said, Suzuya took off on the rear wheel, speeding down the public road. He knew Brandon would never chase him considering the luxurious lifestyle he maintained in the Miyazaki family, but Juuzo didn't have to worry one second. They were different- different names- different people- different pasts. That was all that needed to be known.

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On the corner of Dalton Avenue and 66th Street was an old broken down mobile home covered in bent nails and splintered boards. Dark black charcoal marks indicated it had been burned down, yet the house itself looked completely unphased. Juuzo arrived at its rusted front gate and shut off his bike, entering the front yard and scanning the area before entering through a make-shift door that he had made months before to allow him access to the inside.

Because of his track record in murders, he never really felt anything regarding to emotion. Not a centimeter of his lips curved into a even the faintest of smiles nor did his eyes ever light up in a thrill of happiness and excitement.

153.

The number weighed on his mind heavily.

153 bodies were put to eternal rest thanks to him- and he honestly didn't know how to really feel about it. All of his contacts were all the same- against the philosophical purpose of the Miyazaki Crime Family, and his only purpose he found was to lay them all to waste.

Maybe he did find some fun in doing so- but he'd never laid a single hand on a mother and her kids. He actually found the courtesy to remain inanimate when they were around during a targeted kill.

Why was that so? He had no idea.
But there he sat on a layered sofa with satin pillows just like the old days. The house was his safe place, and if he had no missions for Mr. Miyazaki, the boss were surely know this was where he could be found. It wasn't easy for Juuzo to have given that much information, but he found the boss to be trustworthy enough. After all, he got it through his head that as long as neither were traitorous to the other, it would be mutual business until the day their graves were made.

"Honk-Honk!"

A roaring car horn intercepted Juuzo's thoughts which made him a bit confused. Mr. Miyazaki usually called him if any business ever came up and him alone agreed if it was a slow day, Juuzo wouldn't be bothered at all unless it were serious conditions.

"Honk-Honk! Juuzo!! I got you some food, man!"

Suddenly annoyed, the young man hurried back through the make-shift door and out into the front yard.

"Did you follow me here?" He asked blandly.

Brandon gave a side smile and held out the Arby's bag through his driver side window. "What? You think others got your bike? I just noticed it on the side. Can't lie that I wasn't looking for you- but I mean come on, man. You're getting free food here."

"I never mentioned I was hungry."

"You never mentioned you weren't either. Sincere hospitality on my part. We need to look out for each other."

Juuzo felt his body tense on the inside.
"Look out? For each other?"

Brandon rolled his eyes. "Yes. If not, who knows what the Okamotos will do. If they see us weak and vulnerable, the whole family is in trouble, man. It's common sense. Now- are we going inside there or you coming in here to eat? I don't mind it- just make sure you don't get my car all dirty."

"Keep that bag of trash for yourself- or give it to some homeless guy who needs it. I don't need the food and I don't need you. I can take care of myself just fine. I've been doing it for a long ass while."

Brandon groaned in frustration as he exited his car and tossed the bag to his partner's feet.

"Look- you don't get it. Mr. Miyazaki and I have a mutual understanding when it comes to taking care of the family. I'm doing my part, but you're not rolling with it. You think I'm doing this because I feel sorry for you? If that were the case, I would've told the boss to let you go then, because we dont need little boys with mommy issues to hold us back. You got-"

In the blink of an eye, Juuzo sighed and pulled out a rusted revolver from his pants pocket, pulling back the hammer and aiming it straight into the socket of Brandon.

"Little boy with mommy issues, was it? You don't know a damn thing about me or my life, and if I wanted that to change, I'd have to kill you. Is that what you want? Common sense says otherwise."

Brandon waited on his part before reaching into his pants pocket and pressing a button on the key fob to his vehicle, a built-in machine gun popping out from underneath the hood. Slowly, it turned to face Juuzo, turning it into a stalemate.

"I'm sure you know the rules, Juuzo. You can't kill a member of the family if you're a member, too. It's the reason you got off clean last time when you killed one of ours before the boss took you in. If you pull that trigger, you know how youre going to get handled. So, go on. Do it. If I go down- you going down with me."

The Suzuya contemplated his decision making. Brandon wasn't wrong- being a traitor was the worst thing you could do next to being a rat in the family. Mr. Miyazaki didn't tolerate it at all.

Slowly, he lowered the gun and fixes it to where it wasn't set to fire off unexpectedly.

"Stay the hell away from me."

Brandon smirked as Juuzo turned and walked back into his house, the Arby's bag staying where it was as it watched the rear tires of a black Rolls Royce speed off on the wet streets of Dalton Avenue.

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