“I swear I’ll shoot all of you right now and send gunmen to each one of your fucking families and have them pass through hell!” Raphael thundered fire and brimstones to his underbossess that formed a straight line opposite him.
His nostrils flared and his eyes were so bloodshot, enough to scare the wits out of someone. Anger was an understatement of what he was going through.
A bomb had been planted in one of his warehouses and they were very fortunate to had escape with their lives but in the process they had lost more than a million.
His restless feet walked around the hall, his anger rising with each breath. A grenade was exploding in his head and he just wanted to kill somebody right now.
The horror stricken underbossess stood frigid and also rigid. Nobody dared uttered a word in their defence. The incidence had left everyone stuperfied and lost for words.
How was a bomb planted in the warehouses? It was heavily guarded so who was able to outsmart the armed guards and plant a bomb in such a dangerous area?
Raphael suddenly began laughing hysterically. His deep laughter echoed and bounced back through the walls of the hall.
“So you all mean to tell me that you don’t have a single clue of how an asshole was able to penetrate into the warehouse under your fucking nose and plant a bomb in my warehouse; destroying goods worth millions of dollars?” Raphael asked, his tone frightfully low.
Knots tied, tremor rose as well as anxiety. Panic became the ambiance and hearts sank.
“Ok fine” Raphael smiled. In a fluid motion he brought out his gun and fired two shots at a guard.
What followed next was his lifeless body falling to the ground and creating a loud thud that literally shook the air around.
“Since you all are very stupid, I’ll make sure I dispose of you all my self today. Atleast I’m doing the earth a favour by getting rid of incompetent fools” Raphael scowled as he raised his gun again targeting another random guard.
“Raphael” Thomas was quick to step in, lowering his gun immedately.
“Don’t embark on a shooting spree. We don’t need this now” he advised.
Raphael pivoted around and aimed his gun at Thomas instead.
“Then I’ll shoot you then”
Thomas rolled his eyes at Raphael. He knew Raphael was just so enraged that he could hardly think straight.
“Drop the fucking gun Raphael. You can’t go around killing everyone”
“But some one is trying to kill me!” Raphael retorted, his veins visible and throbbing as he spoke.
“Can’t you see it? Someone is after me. Some one very close to me is after my life and the mother fucker got into my warehouse despite how heavily guarded this place is. I lost about eighty million in a day!” Raphael bellowed.
“Yes someone is trying to harm you but you don’t have to start killing all the underbossess. Emilio and the rest are working on getting the security footages outside the warehouse days before the explosion. We could possibly get something from there so just calm down” Thomas advised yanking the gun away from Raphael’s vengeful hold.
Suddenly a red haired stepped inside in the hall and bowed at both of them, acknowledging their presence.
“Have you gotten any footage?” Thomas was the first to speak.
The man nodded. “Yes. Capo dei capi please come watch it because it isn’t quite adding up” he slowly uttered.
“How do you mean?” Raphael shot at him immedately with a raised brow.
“Well…” the man began, trailing in front of Raphael. “No suspicious movements were seen Capo. Everbody that came into the warehouse were all belonging to the mafia”
Raphael groaned and increased his pace.
Pushing the doors wide apart, Raphael walked into a room filled with tech specialists. The sounds of different beeping noises raided the air and wires formed a cluster on each side.
“There look” the red haired pointed at a certain screen. “It has been on repeat since. This was a day before the explosion. Obviously the bomb couldn’t have been planted on the day of the explosion. It was probably done overnight or days earlier but it’s definitely not in a far range from the day of the explosion” he explained.
Raphael focused his orbs on the iridescent blue screen of the computer and watched it closely so did Thomas.
Honestly, nobody strange walked in. The footage just played his different underbossess walking in and out of the warehouse.
A figure then approached, a slightly elderly figure that was very much distinct.
Micheal.
“What is my dad doing at the warehouse?” Raphael asked in a whisper, his eyes not trailing from the screen.
“And more importantly what is he doing in Mexico? I thought everyone had been flown out” Thomas added with scrunched brows.
“Let’s go pay him a visit” Thomas suggested.
“Call him and let him inform us of his location” he added to Raphael.
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Raphael pushed open the huge oak doors of his father’s penthouse, barging unannounced only to catch sight of the disturbing scene of his father making out with a nudely dressed woman.
“Oh fuck” Raphael spat irritatedly. Thomas averted his gaze at one, not wanting to see the sight.
The sudden interruption caused the woman to jerk and quickly put a halt to their romance.
“Your wife died and it’s not more than two months she passed away and here you are making out with a whore” Raphael grimaced at his father.
Micheal sauntered towards them, knotting back his tie and buttoning up his shirt. “Can’t you knock boy?”
“Get out” Raphael ordered the brunette lady. She was unwilling to move and stared at Micheal for a response.
“Should I repeat myself?!” He growled loudly, cocking his gun which got the lady to quake. In a flash, the lady quickly picked her bag and scurried out of the living room.
“What’s your deal Raphael?” Micheal asked going over to take a seat on one of the sofas.
“Why are you still in Mexico and what were you doing at my warehouse yesterday?” Raphael wasted no time in launching his questions at his father.
“First of all my boy” he stood up, clasping Raphael by the shoulder. ” You don’t get to tell me where I should be and ought not to be. And secondly I recieved an anoymyms phone call from some one who claimed there was a bomb planted in the warehouse yesterday”
Thomas passed Raphael a quick glance and narrowed it back to Micheal. “And you didn’t bother to inform Raphael of this?”
“It was not true. I went to the warehouse myself to inspect it and I found nothing. Why should I raise an alarm over nothing?” Micheal smirked.
“But you should have told me!” Raphael countered back.
“You got a phone call from some one who pitched about a bomb in my warehouse and you felt it wasn’t necessary to inform me?”
“It was a prank call Raphael. I myself wanted to inform you the moment I confirmed if it was true. Because why would someone plant a bomb and call to inform us of it and I know how heavily guarded your warehouses are. There is no way it could have been true. It was probably done by someone to spark fear in us”
Michael went to sit back on the sofa, brining out a cigarette and lighter from his coat.
“Where is the number that called?” Raphael gravely asked.
“Unfortunately the number isn’t going through any more . After confirming it was fake, I attempted calling whoever it was but I couldn’t. It always said that the number is unreachable” Micheal replied, puffing out cigar smokes to the air.
“Well the warehouse was bombed father. It wasn’t a prank call and your negligence in handling the situation caused us dearly” Raphael savagely uttered before stepping out of the penthouse.
Thomas stayed behind, intently staring at a shocked micheal.
“You got a phone call about a bomb and you felt it would be wise to not inform Raphael and go ahead and check it yourself?” He quizzically asked.
“What are you trying to insinuate?” Micheal replied, irritation souring in his voice.
“I have been in this mafia longer than you and Raphael. I was picked by Armani and put into this syndicate. I know all about the warehouses, business partners, politicians, drugs, shipments around the coast, factories, name it all. I have full knowledge because I was once the capo dei capi. I am not a stranger to how things are done in the mafia so don’t dare try to belittle my status with your words” Micheal scowled.
“I didn’t mean any of that Micheal” Thomas admitted staying quite for some seconds.
“See you another time” he finally voiced out, turning to leave.
“I can smell a rat here and I’ll defintely get this rat” Thomas thought within himself.