It was a late night in the City of Kinsey. Dressed in a suit, I sat down on one of the leather sofas. The night was young. The club’s wild and rowdy. The concoction smell of alcohol and smoke is everywhere. Everyone seems to be in an obvious exuberant state of mind. I scanned the crowd and drank my whiskey.
Everything was fine until a swarm of tall men in black suits came in. I immediately noticed because they stand out of the crowd with their tall silhouettes. I headed to the back door and pushed all the people that blocked my way. I left the club and blasted out.
This can’t be. How did they find me?
A bunch of harsh footsteps reached my ears. They’ve followed me. I turned my head around to their direction and they clicked their guns. I ran rapidly as I could without a sign of hesitation.
They can’t know.
I stepped into an alley not knowing where it’ll lead me. Unfortunate as a mouse, I reached a dead-end. I was facing the wall and now I’m cornered.
“Put your arms up and turn around!” One of them yelled and commanded me. I slowly did what they told me to do.
Even if I wanted to take them all out, five men with guns was a no match. All of their guns are pointed at me.
“What do you know about Donovan Petrova?” the man in front of me uttered loudly. From what I know, Donovan Petrova was the son of Dimitri Petrova. I believe the Petrovas and Morettis had a complicated transaction of imports and the Petrovas exploited the other. As to avenge, they’re out looking for the Petrova heir to use as a leverage.
But I kept my thoughts inside my head and I looked at the man who stands before me with his familiar and piercing green eyes. “I don’t.” I replied.
“Don’t make this hard for you. Tell me where Donovan Petrova is or you’ll be caught dead.” He shouted once more and louder. I remained still. I mustn’t tell or else they’re gonna kill him. His father was sure of a ruthless man that he’d rather not choose his son.
“I told you. I don’t know anything about him.” I spoke and almost convinced him.
“Five…” He counted. I know he’s getting pissed off at how calm I am right now but I also know that there were no more ways of getting out of this anymore. I put my arms down in “Four…”
And I knew that moment that my life had ended. My mind immediately went blank then started driving on a train of memories.
“Three…” Jet Black was right. A man always thinks about his past before he dies, as if he were frantically searching for proof that he truly lived. I may not have lived my life but at least, I’ll die with honor.
I smiled at him with wickedness knowing that they wouldn’t find Donovan anywhere else. I closed my eyes to welcome death. The man that they were looking for was standing before them. Too late. And he spits the word “One”.
