The Crackhead II

Chapter 17- Confusion

Khan was sweating as time was passing and Jason Marley was shouting at him.

"You are just a piece of shit! You are not even worth living! How many people have you killed?"

He kicked the table with his foot.

"Tell me!"

Matteo wasn't speaking for 10 minutes. His eyes were closed and no emotion could be seen on his face. Jason changed his strategy.

"We know your family, your wife will join us soon."

Khan finally spoke.

"My wife?"

He could still laugh, although his eyes were in pain because of the strong light.

"You think I care?"

After 30 minutes of threatening and shouting and even punching him once, Jason had changed his personality. He was enraged and ruthless. Sweat was rushing on his face, just like on Khan's face. He suddenly stopped talking and calmed down.

"We will meet again, tomorrow. Don't think you will outmatch me, you useless creature."

Jason stood up fast and opened the door with force. His hair was all messed up, so he tried to reform it with his hands. The guardians looked at him and made an awkward smile. They could hear a little from the discussion inside the room. One of them closed the door again and locked it. Jason got out of the building without talking to anyone and took a taxi home.

*

Chris had been drinking for a while. He felt dizzy, but he couldn't leave the place without Castro saying it.

"Look at yourself, Chris. You have become a pawn of this man. He is no friend of you, he just wants to use you."

Crackhead and Castro were talking about the future without The Order. Chris spoke with his half-drunk voice.

"We took Khan out, but as I told you, someone is after me, he must be one of the hitmen I told you."

Castro was quite drunk too.

"Relax Crackhead. Everything will be fine as long as you help us with your plans. You told me how large The Order is. What do you know about these, Ricky and James?"

"I told you all I know. They are just tools of Madame Lust. I don't know them, I have just heard about them."

"So what will be our next move?"

Chris rubbed his eyes. He tried to concentrate, but it was hard after all that alcohol.

"Look, Castro. Brandon is probably the most dangerous one. Although he doesn't look like that. He is a sneaky bastard."

"Maybe. What about that Russian?"

"I don't know what to say...I just want to go home."

"Yeah, he is... he is a mad man."

"I must ask for it...I can't speak anymore. I don't want to throw up."

Chris managed to keep his eyes concentrated on Castro.

"Hey, I am a little drunk. I should probably go home. I cannot help you now."

Castro laughed.

"You have only been 3 hours here. I think you are not that much of a Crackhead."

Chris smiled.

"Maybe."

"Okay Crackhead, we will meet tomorrow morning here again."

Chris got up slowly.

"Sure."

He walked lazily at the door and left the club.

"I had my 3 cars and everything. Now I have only one. I must get some sleep."

It was 3 P.M and Crackhead was already tired. He got in his Mercedes and drove back to his hotel.

Chris opened the door and fell on his bed.

"All the confusion...I'm not being myself lately...what is happening?"

*

Everything was chaotic inside Whitey's house. The bosses were not agreeing at anything. Whitey shouted.

"Everyone calm down! We only have to vote."

Igor was the only one calm in that situation. The Chinese boss Lin then spoke.

"We have 2 hours in this place and we still have done nothing! I will never stay calm and look at Casanostra as they crush our plans! We must attack them! I don't agree at your plan sending the hitmen!"

The Japanese boss spoke.

"I agree with Lin. The faster, the better!"

But at that moment all the other bosses started disagreeing again. Igor approached Whitey and whispered.

"You have to deal with this fast, I'm bored."

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