Gangster Love

CHAPTER TWO

The murder spree of the Twine brothers went on for about twenty one hours, and all of a sudden evidence was made to disappear. A hundred soon to be state witnesses and cooperaters had already been murdered by then. Cops, Politicians, Judges, Accountants, Auditors, and some celebrities. Early hours of the next day wez were all announced "unlawfully" detained, and investigated, and on our behalf the state fired everyone that had been involved in our case. O hell, wez were even praised and called examples of "clean business". Most of the rats the Twine brothers were exterminating were the ones that had then came out on their own, without being exposed on that fourth week news conference. The anonymous fatherfuckers, the Judas offsprings. That shit seemed to remind everyone who the B.KGroup is, and how wez were too colossal to fail, and for all that prison bullshit.

Personal and business assets, as well as accounts that had been frozen, ours individually, and the whole fleet of legit business the organisation ran, and that all of our so called conspirators, and colluders that had been publicly named and shamed on that fourth week news conference, it all returned cleared for back in business with high government recommendations, and tax rebates. We were back stronger, and the boss was mad, he wanted to know what, who, and how. Usually when the boss was that mad, it was oftenly over some deal gone bad, or some other monkey shit along those lines, the usual stuff. And when he was mad, that meant stressed, and stressed, that meant fuck fest. This period would be the most defiling, emasculating, painful, and dreadful to all those around him, the ones with the names he can call off the top of his head to be more distinct.

Including those he'd see passing by. Okay, okay... i know that the room of dudes masturbating to a double rape, the Josh Dominguez thing earlier, might've given off the thought of that most of us in the organization were homosexuals or something. However the deal was... ain't nobody had word when Adam Hart said it. He did, he said, he also cognitively orchestrated, and then delagated what he be thinking first, no "second guessing" or "over thinking". The ladies were safe, and their fucken safety also meant they really weren't advancing up the B.KGroup ladder. Adam Hart was a heartless, overly reactive, short fused, fuck me for a job type, too sensitive, too lacking of sensitivity... yeah the boss was no easy read, he was, and wasn't, then sometimes all at once, a fartherfucken Picasso...

I was his second in command, so yeah... i don't gotta paint the picture. Anyway, on this night, wez were at least into the fifth day since being released from prison, i was with the boss in his office, wez was waiting on the Twine brothers, to arrive for the talks of gratitude. Later on that evenin_ wez were set to also hold a banquet for the loyalists. The city was on high security alert, the police department was out in robust force, the streets were rat infested, all was as if the B.KGroup was showing off its might, and influence in the city. All the allies, conspirators, friends, and colluders were to be held in one location. The Rhu Pearl hotel, the best hotel in the city, a business of the B.KGroup.

At the club, or rather at his office there, of which he then most frequented lately, there we was to hold these "surreptitious" talks of gratitude with the Twines, and then leave after that for the hotel up north to the city centre. The brothers knocked on the door, and in theyz came. Happy faces all around, laughing, hugging, there was sharing of friendly banter too. Wez all gone then sat down. 'I don't... i-i-(he took a deep sigh), i don't know how to really thank you gentlemen, and no-no-no, no, i won't take the whole returning a favour stuff. You...(he shook his head with a look of smitten gratitude) you gentlemen...', he was word blocked, Adam Hart was truly thankful to the Twines. 'Adam... Adam(gesturing with his hands for the boss to calm down). Listen to me', the boss was flaring his hands, displaying hard thinking, it was chaotic energy. Kane Twine was just trying to get hims to calm down, and allow him to get some word in. Wez were smiling of course, there was no necessary hard feels or some uptight vibez.