S7VEN (La Familia Kingpin Series #1)

52. D-DAY

SEVEN

OUR WORLD is composed of two types of men. One who's wearing an expensive tailored fit six digits suit who tolerated no-shit, and a meathead-inked man who carries big guns to intimidate his enemy.

Sa ngayon, I'm staring at the latter kind. Fucking dimwits.

I scoffed inwardly.

"Please. Wala ba kayong original na ideya? Like, some marching bands o 'di kaya mga seksing babae na may dalang whiskey? Gasgas na'to eh. Napanood ko na sa lahat ng pelikula. Cliche," pang-uuyam ko habang kalmadong pinaraan ng tingin ang mga kalalakihang sumalubong sa amin.

Puta, feeling ko nasa eksena kami ng isang action film kung saan mas marami ang satsat kaysa sa duguang katawan. Honestly, hinihintay ko na lang lumabas na mga bidang artista na may dalang machete o dalawang machine guns.

King ina naman.

Hindi natutuwa ang demonyong nasa loob ko sa nangyayari but I reign him. Okay, just to give you a quick heads up on the shit that's about to transpire.

You may think by now, dapat naka all commando kami. Nakakubli sa kadiliman ng gabi, using the trees and the forest as our cover.That's the default plan every man in my position would do, I am no sane man.

So I do the unthinkable, pinili kong sumakay ng chopper kaysa ang gumamit ng bangka patungo rito. Katangahan iyon dahil any moment pwedeng pasabugin ni Antoni ang sinasakyan namin sa ere, but I know he won't do that. I'm putting my faith on the fact that his obssession for the Outfit won't make him do stupid things.

Alam niyang imposibleng makuha niya iyon kapag patay na ang biyenan ko. Kaya heto ako ngayon, playing the part of a patient loving mafia husband who wants his wife back. We could all agree that I am nothing but patient. The rest is true, let's add devilishly handsome at the end, okay?

Letting out an irritated sigh, I glared at Antoni's lackeys. I need to waste my precious time with these assholes so that my brothers could finish the plan we all agreed on. Plans that revolve around planting bombs around the area, EMPs, and flying RPGs. At kung ano-ano pang abbreviation na 'di ko na maalala.

"Sa pagdadalhan namin sa inyo, may mas exciting na sasalubong. Sure ako doon," nakangising sakay naman ng gagong kasing tangkad yata ng isang building pero ga-munggo lang ang laman ng utak.

I looked at him, dead pan. Hinahabi ko na sa utak ko kung paanong sakal ang gagawin ko sa tarantadong 'to.

"Kapag 'di ka tumigil sa kakasatsat, sure akong makikita mo si Satanas in five seconds. Tops. I need your boss. Now," I said in a tone that sent numerous men to their early demise. I balled my fist, my right hand was inches away from my Beretta.

Imbes na sumagot, itinutok nito ang baril sa gawi ko. See? Tonta.

"Ba't ba sa dami ng pwedeng mauso, pagiging bobo pa?" Iritadong bulong ko.

He has the balls that his employer lacks, I'll give him credit for that. My jaw clenched, there was the nagging voice inside me ordering me to just grab the gun from him and plant a bullet between his eyes. Then annihalate everyone in my path, para matapos nang lahat ng 'to. I freaking want to be with Santy, that's all.

Pasensiya, Siete. Keep your shit cool, paalala ko sa sarili.

Para namang narinig ni Onze ang nasa utak ko. Umalingawngaw sa earpiece kong suot ang boses nito. Aligaga. I swear I could hear his fingers practically dancing over the keyboard of hi computer.