Don

Chapter Four

Chapter 4

"C'mon, please leave all this Giles. I am scared of it. I am scared of you. Please, for the sake of our child." Roma pleaded to her husband, Giles.

Giles was working for Don. He wanted leave the crime world and live life, peacefully with his wife, Roma and their child, but there was no escape for him. He could not leave Don without informing him and if he informed him, there were only two possibilities-either Don will kill him or leave him. The latter one was quite the impossible one. Giles was a tall, charming man with dark sun dried appearance. His wife, Roma was three months pregnant, her bump still not ostensible. Nobody could've guessed so.

"Say something Giles, say something!"

"I love you but I just can't help it," Giles finally uttered.

"Just don't tell him. We will catch today's flight to United States of America,"

"No, you just don't know Don. He will get to know all this. You don't know."

"What shall we do?"

"Be ready, I'll be back at round eight and you reach the airport. I will meet you there," Giles said, bluntly.

He stormed out of the house, closing the door with a violent blow.

"What is going to happen?" Roma let loose a sigh of relief.

***

"Giles, Giles, Giles. Where were you?" Don asked soothingly, as he set the golf ball on the poker.

"No-no-thing, Don. Was just resting with Roma." Giles hesitated.

"Ah, Roma. How is she?"

"Fine."

"Love her?" Don asked, suddenly turning his head sharp at Giles.

"Of course, Sir. With all my heart."

"Ah." Don exclaimed.

There were officers standing around Don. Giles was standing next to him. Don flicked the golf ball with all his might, and it strayed into one of the officer's leg, causing him to collapse with grief and pain, and ultimately, fatal death.

"What did you do, Don?" Mr. Vizzini asked. Mr. Vizzini also worked under Calogero, but was not as cunning as Don. He was jealous, deep somewhere, of Don but was helpless as he knew that one powerful move of Don would make him die a dog's death. There was fear also.

"Check the sole of his shoe." Don remarked, coolly.

Giles rushed off to the dead officer, took out the shoe and touched the sole. It was hollow. He turned it in a slanting direction and it moved easily. There was a tape recorder fitted in it, taping each and every instance of Don. Could've helped the Interpol. . .Giles thought.

Ayesha advanced towards Don and kissed his cheek. Don replied her with a grin.

"Sweetheart, you look stunning," he remarked. Mr. Vizzini looked away.

Ayesha was a smart girl in her twenties, with a fair appearance. She wore a black frock, which suited her very well. Her blue eyes glinted with cleverness and dexterity.

 ***

Giles descended the stairs of his apartment. He slung a brown handbag on his shoulder as he hurried off for the exit door.

A black shadowy figure emerged from the herbaceous plant.

It was Don. . .

Giles started to sweat profusely. He didn't know what to do.

"Where are you going?" Don demanded, coolly, no significance of fury in his voice.

"Thought would leave this and settle in U.S.A with Roma,"

"Without telling me?" Don said, dryly.

"No-no, I was about to tell you," Giles started to splutter.

"When, Giles? When?" Don asked, as if satisfied.

"But if you have determined to do so. Then go ahead. Good luck with it," Don said, forwarding a hand for a shake.

Giles's face curved into a smile, a nervous one. He forwarded his hand too. Don's hand caught hold of it, and the grip was hard enough to let lose. Don inserted a poisonous syringe into Giles palm, until it poisoned his whole body and he started to turn pale. Giles went unconscious and finally, died. Don patted on his shoulder and splashed his body into the apartment's swimming pool.

"Leaving Don without telling him is just like making enemies with him and Don remembers his enemies well than his friends." Don remarked and left the spot.