LAW 2
NEVER PUT TOO MUCH TRUST IN FRIEND,
LEARN HOW TO USE ENEMY
48 Laws of Power
In the evening of rain, a door opens. A transparent but grey umbrella pops out and a woman appears. Brown long silky hair, face pale without makeup. She is the widow of Antonio Di Marchisio. She steps forward in her heals and peers down a carton box in front of her, reflecting rain drops above it's plastic cover. The woman grasps it's handle and brings in
A man in hoodie is watching her from a distance as she closes the door.
Inside, a six year old girl peers sleeping in her small baby sized bed. The woman walks through and drops the package on the washroom floor, she rips the plastic cover and the inside is found to be complete dry. She looks it for a wile. Soon she gets the courage to open. Her body shook in shock as she witnesses dollars fulfilled inside. It's more than hundred K.
Outside, the man in hoodie pulls off his hoodie and appears to be Marlon Brando. He walks away and heads in a pub. It's crowded more than usual. Marlon sits down, elbows on desk, head leaning down. He rises up two fingers, the man on counter nodes and turns around. Marlon exhales and closes his eyes.
“Marlon Brando?” he hears his name, opens the eyes and turns to face left.
“Fuçkin Morris.” Marlon groans, taking out his gun and points at him. Everyone in the pub stops whatever they were doing and look at them. Some run out.
Morris rises his hand up, “I'm here for peace, mate.” he is a tall muscular British with thick accent. Golden eyes and brown beard and mustache.
“Peace?” asks Marlon, “Between you and me. Who are you fuçking with?” he pulls back the gun and sits down.
“I know mate, ” He sits down putting his hand on Marlon's shoulder, “I know about our leaders' dispute. But we are still childhood friends, ain't we?”
“Fuçk off Morris.” Marlon takes the glass, “If anyone sees us together, your pal will kill me and mine, will you.” he gulps the drink, “You are the wolves, you guys are fiend.”
“We are inimical I know. But you can never say I have any intentions of hurting you. I missed you Marlon.”
Marlon sucks a sharp breath, “Fuçk Morris, I know. I am just, afraid..”
Morris swallows hard, “I can understand, mate, I can. But you brought your own self in this mess. What kind of gangster you are if you afraid of your own gang?”
“Don't lecture me Morris.” mocks he, “I'm already pissed.” He press the empty glass on his forehead, “Last night, I ruined an entire family. And I didn't even get the credit.”
“Fuçkin Angelo!” yells Marlon throwing the glass on the wall.
“Relax relax, ” tells Morris, “I'll pay.” he says to the man behind counter who was glaring at Marlon. Morris leans forward so he can level down to him, “Look mate, I know. That's why I'm here, I'm here to help you, mate.”
Marlon looks at him with corner of his eye.
“Boss got the finest deal of Vegas.. Two ton my friend, two ton brown Balochistan cocaine is landing on Vegas, and it's our deal.. Boss wants to recre more men.”
He physically denies, “Uh fuçk it, you came to hire me by making me betray?”
“List-, listen to me, Marlon, they betrayed you. You ain't betraying anyone. Come to us, we will give you the respect you deserve.” Morris emphasizes.
He sits straight looking in Morris' eyes, “So you want a man of Angelo who can spy on him?”
“Noo, no we don't. We care about you, and the potential you can give us, not for that fuçkin Angelo, nah.” now he puts both his hands on his shoulder.
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Gangs Of Vegas: The Butcher
Mystery / ThrillerIn the city, where crime is as common as air, and gangster is nothing but another profession, lives a man, who is feared and haunted by worst of worst criminals and politicians. The man whom devil calls, The Butcher. A man with no emotions, no feeli...
