Gangster Love

CHAPTER SEVEN

As much as i could, i slept that night, woke up the next day, eyes were still heavy. The whole night i kept opening my eyes being haunted by horrible images of my daughters seated on the floor, all coiled up in trauma. Images of that fucker, Jimmy Kyo-Lin having his way with thems, and my wife were brutally barraging me. There was moments i would wake up already on my knees to pray. You don't get it. The pain of never having the chance to be buried by your children is fucked up. The pain of seeing their painful, traumatic last moments on earth, and you never having had a chance in saving them, whilst youz right... there, is soul ripping. To add atop that, i had been betrayed by my childhood friend.

A person i trusted with my life. All those memories of that night were coming back to me, during this night. The night was horrible, the night was unbearable. However that night actually meant the difference between memory loss, and being a walk away survivor of a bullet to the head. This "big fish" that is me, had to be the walk away. On that morning, tired, weary, and lethargic, i still felt like this fucker was just about to rise like Phoenix from the Mount Vesuvius ashes. I was to be damned not to. Wasn't sure of my then current situation, the world was still murky; as in what the fuck was going on??? You know.

'My Friend!!!', that was without a doubt, Adam Hart. I looked to the door, of course he barged right in, the melodramatic stuff. His arms open. You know???he never really opened his arms for a hug or something alike to that. It was like a... TADA! DRINK UP THIS GREATNESS PEASANT! Yeah... that loud. It was like a Shakespearean thing in real fucken life. Without the fashion of course, that, Adam kept it modern formal wear, great suits. There was something different however about him, since i last saw him. He had an aged scar across his dangerously pretty boy face. He threw a look right at me, then in came a smile, undoubtedly the most life giving smile, anyone would ever come across. I smiled back with my sickly one.

'Nice to see you...', i said with a soft laugh supportin_. I was happy to see him though. Just was really tired. 'You look horrible, and aesthetically horrendous. Disgusting... did you see the dog's nest on your face?',-, 'Dogs live in kennels Adam...',-, 'You are still a smart bum, with smart bum antics, good lord(rolled his eyes). That was hyperbolly my good friend, your facial hair is very bushy, you look like a hunter. Welcome back to life', he stood right there beside my bed, looking down to me. 'How long have i been out?', he laughed before replying. 'Not much, besides that you almost missed a pandemic', i had no fucken idea what he was on about. 'A what?',-, 'A disease, a modern day Spanish flu, or Bubonic plague sort of situation.

They call it covid19', i just figured it was shit that don't matter, like i'd heard of Ebola, shit like that. 'You know all that world stuff isn't my type of conversation. What has been happening in the city? What is going on? As in why am i here? The whole sitch, i'm confused, i need help in getting back to senses', he looked at me analytically, had quite a little lot to think of before then sayin_ something.

'What last do you remember?', he asked me. 'I remember being shot in the head by my own childhood friend...',-, 'Mhmmm, spicy. I killed every single member of the childish gang, from that sorry excuse of a ghetto you grew up in',-, 'What????', i was as shocked as a fucken flat earther visiting fucken NASA. I just was too tired to be fittingly shocked. 'They were... part of a conspiracy to destroy the organization and the whole leadership. Okay, okay... i think i will have to fill you in properly(of course that's what i'd asked for). Uhmmm, what was going on was... remember the shootings affront the club???that of which too coincided with our arrest?', he genuinely was asking, fuck it, he was a horrible briefer or fill you in kind of guy.

'Of course i do',-, 'Alrighty then, uhmmm... what happened is... the incident was meant to ignite a war between us and the Kudigrabber Clan. The clan, they as you know have long had ambitions to take our business and power over the underbelly as theirs. Rosalia Fuentes was coming to meet up with me, on behalf of her leader, Carlos Pereira. I figure somebody already had gotten intel on that move, and so planned a drive by to go with that. The Clan'smen, the idiots that were in distress, the ones who'd been in the car. They were said to have received a tip off, from one of the club's disgruntled patron wannabes, a chap kicked off the queue to enter the club. He was said to have seen you ahold of a gun beneath your coat.