Contract War

Chapter 12

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"Please remind me again where we are going," I whined for the 5th time in less than an hour.

"A private hangar,"

I really pitied Uncle George for having to deal me the whole car ride, I'm sure even the driver was starting to get tired of hearing my voice. We finally arrived at the hangar and a private jet was waiting for the four of us i.e. me, Uncle George, Joshua and Shaun. When we had taken our seats on the jet and it was in its final stage of take off Uncle George began to speak.

"I'm taking you to the English mafia headquarters in London. We have bases in other countries, but we maintain our boundaries in those countries. A new base is being set up back at home."

I nodded and stared out the window at the morning sun and cloudy sky.

"How's the boy?" asked Uncle George.

"He's fine. He went to that French play center with his new friend,"

"A French play center?" Joe asked incredulously.

"Yeah, it's got a kid's arcade and ball-pits and slides and other play areas,"

A scoff escaped Uncle George's lips before he replied, "Sounds like every adult's nightmare,"

"You have no idea," I shook my head.

"Wanna play the license plate game?" I asked Joe after a few minutes of silence.

He grinned. "Sure."

"We're in the air," Uncle George looked up from his newspaper his eyes looked at us from over the top of his reading glasses.

"Yeah, we know,"

He gave us a look that said he was skeptical about our mental health and looked back at the newspaper in his hands. "Shaun,"

"Yes, sir?" Shaun spoke for the first time in a while.

"You might want to get yourself a bottle of rum from one of the cupboards if you're planning on surviving this long flight."

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"Uncle George?"

"Yes, darling?"

"What is it like? The mafia..."

He smiled as he glanced at me, "Okay, I'll tell you the ranking. First there's the Mafia boss, then the Consigliere; that's your advisor and then there's the Underboss, next there's the Caporegime; that's the captain of a crew and we have 3 crews;  the biggest is Weapons and Ammunition, followed by Combat and Vehicles and then Research. After that there are the soldiers and then the associates."

"Who had been taking care of things ever since papa died?"

"Me and your Underboss. Now that you're here, we can train you to be the Mafia Queen you are,"

"Why me?"

"Your father left the title in your name, he wanted you to become the Mafia boss in the event of his death."

"And Joe?"

"He'll be your Consigliere."

I nodded my head  and stared out the window in silence.

After arriving at yet another private hangar in London we got into the two black range rovers that had been waiting for us and hit the road. I hadn't gotten to see much of the beautiful city as we went straight for the highway and then taken a turn onto a deserted road that led us here. I had no idea where exactly we were...all I knew was that it had taken us an hour to get here and my legs were starting to cramp from the 4 hour flight.