#9 :: The Contract Killer

3. Rolan Alfonzo

As soon as I stepped off the plane my security swarmed me.

"What the hell is you lots problem?" I asked as I was hurried to the car.

When I got in there one of my workers was in there.

"Boss... The triplets... They have been... Killed." He said.

I looked at him and laughed.

"Is this a joke? I don't have time for jokes. A new shipment is on its way. I need the triplets."

"This is why we have come here to get you boss. They were killed last night. At the table."

"At the table? HOW? It's on the tenth floor of a public building!" I snapped.

"We are still looking into it sir."

"So.. Only the triplets? Why? Why no one else? Why not all of you on that table?"

"I feel it was a message sir."

"A message? From who?"

"The... Pascal's..."

I laughed.

"Nah.. They don't have it in them."

"Well who else then? Boss, we don't have beef with anyone else."

I thought about it and he was right.

"MOTHER FUCKERS!!" I shouted.

"What do you want us to do boss?"

"There is only one thing we do.. We reply to their message."

"Yes boss."

"And... Make sure the triplets families are well looked after." I told him.

To say I was pissed was an understatement. The triplets were not real triplets but we called them that as they looked alike, sounded alike and always dressed the same. From head to toe. They were my most trusty men and when I was away they was in charge. They will be truly missed.

"Yes boss."

"Young man, what is your name?" I asked.

I don't know my workers by name but once they state their name I know who they are, where they live, their mothers maiden name. Everything.

"Drew. My names Drew."

"Ah, Drew. You grew up in Atlanta, your mothers name is Michelle. You have a daughter. Now, I can only imagine you have heard the rumours about me. Both good and bad. Well... Believe them. I hope I can trust you. I would hate to have to kill your mother and daughter before killing you." I said calmly but sternly.

"You... You can trust me sir. The triplets trusted me and made me the person everyone turned to if they was unavailable."

"Oh? Is that right. Now you mention it I do remember them mentioning a Drew. Okay Drew. I will pay you $10,000 tonight. If... You kill three of the Pascal's for me. Not just any three. A specific three. The details will be sent to you and if you complete this task. You will replace the triplets. Pick two men you believe are up for it and the jobs yours." I said to him as we pulled up to the office. "Now... The next time you call me. I expect to hear it's been done." I said as I left the car.

I still couldn't believe that the Pascal's were behind this. From what I have been told it seems like a very calculated hit. But we don't have beef with anyone else. So it must be them. After all, if it isn't them; then who?