NICOLE
I and Raphael alighted from the stairs of the jet, the wind hitting my braids across my face.
I noticed about ten muscular men standing on the runway with fleet of cars around them.
“Raphael it’s been so long! Welcome to Havana” An elderly man, possibly the age of Alessio or even older, came towards us.
He engulfed Raphael in a tight hug and did same with Dante.
“Homero. Thank you so much for taking us on such a short notice” Raphael replied with a mild smile.
Turning to face me, Raphael introduced me to him.”Nicole he is a relative from my grand mother’s side. My great uncle’s son. Homero meet my wife, Nicole”
I extended my hand to him and he took it with such an iron grip, startling and making me recoil.
“Homero Garcia. Raphael told me of the attack you all encountered. How is Alessio? I’m sure he must be so blood thirsty right now” Homero said with a mirthful laughter.
Raphael nodded and laughed.
“The man has Armani’s blood flowing in his veins. You don’t mess with a Constanzo man and go scot free”
“Anyways that aside, Homero the crew on board have something to do with our attack. I need them bounded up and taken to your warehouse. We need to set things straight” Raphael expelled his orders.
Homero nodded and signalled to his men to go into the jet and bring out the crew. The men drew their guns and walked into the jet. In no time, the entire flight crew were dragged out.
They had pleading eyes at Raphael and Dante. I locked my gaze with the pilot as he quivered and was being pushed into the car.
“I didn’t do anything sir. I swear on my life. I have no clue what is going on”the pilot pleaded fervently as he was roughly pushed into one of the cars.
“Raph—the pilot is innocent, please don’t kill him” I interceeded on his behalf.
“That will be for me to decide wife. Don’t interfere or I might just have to deal with you” Raphael seductively whispered into my ear making me take in sharp breaths.
“Shall we?” He suddenly asked friendly, his hands stretching towards a car.
I nodded in obedience and followed him into the grey hyuandai.
Homero entered a seperate car, so did Dante whilst Raphael and I entered into one with a driver in it.
“Raph where are we heading?” I asked him with questionable brows.
“We are heading to Homero’s ware house. I’m eager to spill some blood”Raphael replied with his eyes on the road.
I suddenly felt inflamed with fear and had my jaws dropped down.
“What?”
He looked at me. “The flight crew. I’m eager to spill their blood” he chorused what he had said earlier not minding my stunned state.
“The pilot raph” I reminded him, placing my hands on his.
“Leave that for me to decide wife. I love you Nicole but don’t tempt me to punish you for interfering in this” Raphael gravelly spoke.
A sad look on my face got me sighing and I placed my head on Raphael’s shoulder.
Raphael brought my face to his and his carouse hands grazed the injury on my throat.
I hissed in pain and he placed feathery light kisses on it.
“See why I need to spill their blood? I’ll make sure they bleed for every drop of blood that leaves your body my love”
I was speechless and tongue tied.
I could only mumble a reply as he trailed kisses from my throat to my nape and to my collar bone.
He practically littered my neck with kisses through out the ride, soothing my pain and calming the torrents that had evolved as my nerves.
We were the last car to arrive at the ware house. Homero’s men were already on standby, guns drawn ready for combat.
The driver killed the engine, bringing the car to an abrupt halt.
Pushing the doors open, Raphael stepped out with me, walking side by side with me into the warehouse.
I spotted the flight crew tied up; hands and leg bounded up and lying on the cold dirt floor of the warehouse.
Horror stricken, the pilot looked into my eyes, as if pleading for his innocence.
I studied each and everyone of them.
The co-pilot and air hostess shook like leaves, their breathing unsteady with bullet beads forming on their foreheads.
They were the real culprits not the pilot. His body language spoke the truth.
Raphael left my side and strode towards the crew members.
Crouching down by them, he accessed the pilot. His brows were pulled together at Raphael and his body trembled with each nano second that passed by.
“Antonio–” Raphael said ignoring the other crew.
Antonio looked pleadingly at Raphael. “I have no clue of what is going capo. Per favore credimi” he pleaded in Italian.
“Liberlo. Hai conquistato la tua liberta Antonio” Raphael ordered, standing up and turning to face Homero who stood next to me.
“Are you sure about this Raphael?” Homero inquired.
Raphael nodded. “Release him. These two…” He pointed at the co-pilot and the air hostess, “are the culprits”
“Grazie mille capo dei capi. Grazie mille” the pilot cried out as he eagerly stood up once untied.
“Nevertheless you aren’t entirely free. I’ll still have my eyes on you and my men monitoring you. Any hint of betrayal and I’ll pass atleast fifteen bullets in your body” Raphael warned with a hard glare.
“Ofcourse capo. I will never betray you”
“We hope so. Now stand and watch how I kill people who betray me” Raphael savagely replied turning to face the co pilot and air hostess.
Leaning down to the co pilot, he yanked his hair making the man cry out in fear. “Spill” he commanded in such a dire tone.
The man tremored and his breathing became extremely rapid.
He hesitated to talk for a moment, keeping mute which infuriated Raphael.
I watched in total shock as Raphael brought out his gun and shot him thrice on both legs.
He let out an anguished cry and Raphael turned his attention to the air hostess. Her blood ran cold as Raphael positioned his gun at her.
“Sir..”she pleaded in a hysterical cry.
The alarming sound of the gunshots went off. I pinched my eyes closed for a moment before opening it.
The air hostess was bleeding from her arms and knees.
“Tie them up with noose tactic. I want to see them struggle to breath” Raphael commanded.
In no time, the ropes that bounded their legs were untied and used to hang around their neck whilst their wrist remained bounded.
“Should I repeat myself?” He asked the co-pilot.
“Diego Perez” he finally confesses, tears streaming down his face.
“Spill more!”
“He–he paid us to stall the flight if you and your wife escaped his assassins” the air hostess disclosed. Raphael ordered for the noose around their necks to be tightened and they let out horrific screams.
“So you mean to tell me you two betrayed me for Diego Perez? Do you have a single clue of what that man does to children?” Raphael spat.
I could see he was trying to control his urge to kill them right away.
They shook their head rigorously.
It seemed I was the only one frightened by what was going on.
Everybody else looked unfazed by the slow torture of the co pilot and his accomplice.
Raphael stroked his chin and walked in a circle around them both.
“Perez couldn’t have pulled this on his own. How did he know I was going to the Deja Vu strip club? The only people my uncle informed were Dante, Luis and Valentine. How did Diego find out?” Raphael threw another question at them.
“We have no idea capo. Please we are s-sorry” the co-pilot struggled to let the words out of his mouth as the noose restricted his air flow.
“Nicole” he called out to my anxious self. I passed him a glance.
“Watch what I do to people who cause you to bleed ok” Raphael instructed me.
I mumbled a ‘yes’ and forced my eyelids to stay opened.
In a speed of light, Raphael pushed his gun into the mouth of the co-pilot and signalled to Dante to do the same to his accomplice.
They both quaked in their boots, their body trembling so rigorously.
“See you in hell” he said to them before him and Dante both pulled the trigger.
It was such a disturbing and grisly sight to witness. Their blood splattered from their heads, some flesh could be spotted too.
I felt like throwing up but controlled myself noticing how calm everyone was like nothing happened.
“Diego Perez is next!”