DAUGHTER OF MAFIA BOSS

Untitled Part 6

After an uneasy airplane journey in two separate groups, the group of 8 was now on the road in two cars they had rented in the same way. Rafet's nervousness had increased, he kept telling the driver to go faster, and the driver showed all his skill, he drove the car towards the target without slowing down despite all the obstacles and narrow streets. When they were near the address, the other car did not approach to the house, and the car of the gunman trio parked at the only access point to the street in the dead-end street where the house was located and they blocked the road. The trio had gotten out of the car and one of the men in the group had seen a taxi driving towards the street, he had gone in front of it and he had stopped it, then he had leaned forward and he had approached the taxi, and there was the family. He said, "They're here." Guns had been drawn, they dragged the taxi driver out. The man ran with all his might without looking back. A man who tried to enter the dead-end street turned back. A salty sea breeze filled the neighborhood with the scent of mint and roses. The cherries had slowly ripened. Guns exploded dozens of times in a row. Listening to loud music, the family turned off the stereo and listened intently to the street. A few cats rummaging through the garbage ran like mad. The taxi doors had opened, bloodied bodies had fallen to the ground, and the men fired their guns in rapid succession once more. Screams and cries rose from nearby houses. Some houses turned off their lights. Voices of "Call the police, call the police" spread to street. A few brave souls opened their curtains and tried to understand what was happening.

A warm rain washed the redness from the street. After a while, four or five blanched policemen entered the street. As they took the surrendered suspects to the police station, a curious crowd descended to the street. Everyone was asking each other what had happened. The taxi driver had returned, he looked at his taxi and the family with agony.

The man on the fishing boat waiting in the dark looked at his watch. It was 1:00 am. There was no sound around except the chops on the sea surface. The dark sea made him shiver. A few small stones rolled downwards from the top of a nearby steep cliff by a seagull frightened the fisherman much more. A chilling wind blew from the sea to the shore. He took one last look around. He had thought he had waited long enough, he was taking a bigger risk every minute. He untied the line and steered towards the open sea, skimmed over the sea sparkles.