It was a calm but very sunny day in Clear Water, Florida. Hamilton drive seemed to experience an unusual type of silence, far from what was typical every other day. On any other day, one would find a ton of corporately dressed people driving through the single-lane road. But on that Friday morning, only about three people could be seen walking down the road as honking cars sped off in a bid to avoid the morning lateness.
Somewhere on the far right-hand side of the close that ushered the pathway into Hamilton drive was a group of six fierce-looking young men. It was not uncommon to find people loitering about the place, but this wasn’t the usual meeting point for the Kluber Klan Fraternity.
“Today, we strike at exactly 12:30pm,” Johnson Baldwen, a notorious drug kingpin, commented. He was the Lodge Master of the Kluber Klan fraternity. He is never the sort to grace most of his fraternal meetings, but there was always a reason for the occasion whenever he was around.
“I need seven heavy shots from all brethren. No mistakes, please!” He added, looking frankly into the faces of his fraternal brothers as they nodded in affirmation to his words. In the hands of each of the masked-faced men were rifles and a revolver in the right hand of Johnson.
By the time he was addressing his brothers, they dispersed into their respective hideous locations, shuffling frequent looks to their sides. Trying to avoid any confrontation with the cops. Finally, when it was 12:25 pm prompt, they rocked the chambers of their guns in readiness for the deal.
Toby Rogers drove along the road that led to Hamilton drive. He was in his usual high spirit on that afternoon. He had rushed out earlier that morning in his brother’s red fanciful-looking car for a quick workout at the gym. He is the sort of guy that loves to take care of his looks. It had been working quite fine for him. His broad chest and abs had a unique sync with his round face. He is dark-skinned, which is the only feature that makes him look different from his brother. His macho looks and handsome face get him a lot of teasers from numerous female acquaintances, but love has never really been fair to him.
While Toby drove down that lane, he began to nod his head in tune with his favorite song from Lucy Cubana. He would have gone to the gym with his brother, but Booker has a detest for the songs that Toby listens to. “When next you come to this world brother, you had better come as a woman,” Booker would say to him on those days when he was listening to songs from Lucy Cubana.
Toby had been driving at the top speed of 100km/hr until he arrived at the bend from Gliddich street into Hamilton drive. He had to slow down the car for an easy entry into the street. It was exactly 12:30 pm, so Kluber Klan fraternal members raced out from their respective hiding places, standing all around Toby’s ride.
“Booker, we finally meet today!” The baritone voice of Johnson commented. He was the only one who wasn’t masked among all six men. He wore a grey-looking hoodie instead. The sight of the strange-looking men made him scared, and he had initially wanted to tell the men that he was Toby. But he thought they wanted some money, which he could have easily given them from the center locker in the car.
Each of the men clung tightly to their guns, pointing them at Toby. “What the fu…!!!” Toby was on the verge of exclaiming when the bullets came rushing at him through the car's windshield. Each of the Kluber Klan gang members took turns shooting at Toby, passing derogatory comments while shooting at him. “Motherfucker!” Johnson emphasized as he took the last shot.
Immediately after the shootings began, Hamilton drive grew all the more silent. Those that saw the men shooting raced for their dear lives. The gang members raced off on three different bikes, one bike with two people on it.
They all raced with so much tenacity and zest that one would have thought that their lives depended on that moment. By the time they got to the last end of Gliddich Street, they had dispersed their weapons into sewage as they feared that the police vans speeding at the other end of the express road were heading towards the direction of the shootout.
Johnson chuckled wickedly. Most of the Kluber Klan fraternity members didn’t know that he loved to be the center of attraction. As their bikes reached the highway, Johnson clung tightly to the waist of his fraternal brother, who was riding the bike. “We try another day again!” He muttered confidently. His cheekbones evidenced the fulfillment that engulfed his being on that day.
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Booker’s cell phone repeatedly beeped for close to an hour. He is never the sort to stay close to his cell phone. His penchant for smoking and listening to old-school rap has made him feel like he never has time for any other business. “Where is this crazy brother of mine again?” He panicked while walking out of his segment of the two-bedroom flat into the sitting room. He picked up his cell phone and realized that he had no less than twenty-three missed calls. “Must be one of my brothers from the New School gang.” He muttered to himself with a slight giggle hovering over his face.
By the time Booker unlocked his cell phone, he realized that all of the missed calls he had were from a strange number that he couldn’t identify from his contact list. “Who the hell could this be?” He commented while trying to dial the strange number back. Surprisingly, the same cell number beeped again.
“Who the hell are you, and why have you been trying to kill my phone!” The tone of his voice reeked with so much anger and irritation. The ringer who was at the other end of the call was no doubt terrified by his expression. The moment of silence after Booker’s words led to an uncanny form of silence. Something close to what would be the atmosphere at a funeral house.
“I am so sorry about that Sir. My name is Rachel from the emergency unit of St Andrew’s Hospital here in Florida,” the voice at the other end of the phone responded. It was a low voice of a woman, and from the tone of the voice, Booker could tell that she was perturbed about something. “Ok! I know why you have been bugging my cell phone. Is it a fraternal brother being involved in an accident again?” Booker teased.
There was a moment of silence between the two. Then, after a few seconds, the receiver commented, “On the contrary, Sir, I am calling with respect to a patient who was brought into our hospital.”
“Ok, I said it earlier that it must be one of my fraternal brothers. Wilson, right?” He commented.
“Actually, the patient’s name is Toby. From the details that I have on his cell phone here, are you his brother?” The voice inquired. At first, Booker tried to visualize what the feminine voice was trying to get at. Then, he thought about the name that she had mentioned. Could there be another Toby in the gang? He thought to himself.
“Hello? Are you there, Sir?” The voice on the receiver end commented further. Booker was still engrossed in his thought. The second voice in his mind told him to inquire about the last name of Toby that she was referring to. He cleared his throat and then responded, “Sorry, I got carried away with what I was doing before you called to give it a little bit of context. Don’t you mind telling me the last name of Toby you are referring to?”
“Alright, a minute, Sir.”
“It is a Toby Rogers. Do you by any chance know who he is?” The voice responded. Booker couldn’t bring himself to ask for further descriptions. His cell phone slipped off his hand in shock, and a few seconds later, he dashed out through the entrance of his home, screaming in shock as he made his way to St Andrew’s hospital. For every second that he spent on the road, he prayed a silent prayer in his mind. Hoping somehow that the patient in the hospital wasn’t his brother.
Linda Clarkson sat on the bare ground in her ranch-style home. She had only just moved in a few weeks ago, but she was bored to her marrow with having to wake up to this insane loneliness. “Why am I just the odd one out?” She commented, flipping over from one page on her Gramsville account to the other. She admired the pictures that many of her friends uploaded all of the time she spent on her respective social media accounts. I don’t know why life has been so unfair to me? Did I do something wrong? She thought to herself. She had been trying so hard to find a man of her own since her previous relationship with Smith. Smith was Linda’s nursing school sweetheart. Only that she had caught him in bed with a girl whom he claimed was his sister. “What kind of bastard would treat a girl like me in that manner?” She barked out aloud. This was in her moment of deep thinking and seeing that her friend, Matilda from way back nursing college a few years ago, was already married. She walked ove
Everything was happening so fast for Booker. He wondered how Toby got involved in the shootout. For minutes he began to replay the conversation between Toby and himself on that morning while he sat at the waiting segment of the Emergency Unit. The palpitation of his heart increased by seconds. It was as though a part of him was dying on the inside, and he couldn’t help being stable at that point. Every minute that he spent in the waiting room, he shuffled between sitting and peeping into the window blinds of the operation room. God, please, save him, please. Please! His mind stated as he worried every second. The sighs of worries would not let be too. “If only someone could talk to me about something, If onl…” He uttered aloud. There was so much emotion evident in the tone of his voice. There were just a few other people in the waiting room, but their unease was nothing compared with that of Booker. The two people in the waiting room looked at him like he was some sort of pitiable
It had been exactly three weeks and two days ever since Linda Clarkson opened up her account on Mingles. With the sultry pictures that she had on her profile, it didn’t come as a surprise that there were so many men and women who were interested in having an affair with her. As a matter of fact, she became accustomed to blocking off random contacts on her Mingles account because of the unsolicited pictures and comments that they passed at her. All the same, she was still having the time of her life as she went on numerous dates with random men and had a swell time out with her acquaintances. The downside to it all was that, although the men that she had dates with were handsome. There was always a put-off with them. If it wasn’t their dressing preference, it was their eating mannerism. Linda began to feel like she was the one with the problem. At a point, she felt like giving up on those dates, but she had already mapped out her goals when she decided to open an account on the dating
The next couple of days after Toby had arrived home were a transitional one for him. He couldn’t bring himself to go back to college. He also could not bring himself to stop using the crutches that were prescribed for him by the hospital. Deep down, Toby really wanted to go out to frolic with his friends around the Miami beach. But he was caught in between his fear of being a victim once more and him looking like a shadow of himself. He got bored while staying at home by himself, but he was a little worried about his brother. “What could Booker be doing right now?” He would most times ask himself. He knew Booker too well to be the violent sort. Being the leader of a notorious gang in Florida meant that you had to be deadly. He knew Booker would not want to see someone else hurt him and get away with it. For umpteen times, he would call his brother over his cell phone, wondering if he was safe wherever it was that he was. Most of the time, Booker always told Toby that he was safe. On
“When would this crazy brother of mine get out of this house today?!” Toby interrogated with a blunt tone. Anytime that he spoke in that manner, Booker knew that he was up to no good. Booker was busy trying to select the best fit for his outing on that day. He had been engrossed with the dresser for no less than twenty-five minutes since they woke up. “Okay, I know that tone. Toby, now, what are you up to?” Booker inquired, racing over to the direction of his room. Peeping through the slightly opened door of Toby’s room while he expected an answer from his brother, who was still very much engrossed with his cell phone. “You know. Sometimes, I wonder why a fine-looking young man like you would spend the most of his days on his cell phone, skimming through his social media pages. Yet, with no woman to call his own,” Booker added. “So, you are trying to get at me this morning, right?” Toby raised a brow, staring at his brother with a sarcastic countenance. “Maybe I should remind some
Three months, two days, and fifty seconds had passed since Toby began chatting with Linda. His penchant began to vary, and for some reason, his brother became wary of him. Every morning, before Booker stepped out of their home, he went to Toby’s room to check on how he was faring. Surprisingly, he always found his brother on his cellphone, speaking to a lady and using a different tone from the sort that he used while they chatted. At first, he didn’t intend to speak about it. He wanted Toby to be the first to speak to him about it, but nothing came from him. The days rolled by, and it became uncomfortable for Booker in light of all that they had been through in a while. Morning came on the last day of the third month. Booker hadn’t gone out early because he was beginning to get tired of making his findings about the gang that came for his brother’s life. Whenever he thought about vengeance, the image of his brother being at the hospital rolled through his mind, and this sort of took
Hours ran into days, and soon enough, a full week was already over. While Toby feared that Booker was going to end up doing something irrational, his major dilemma through the rest of that week was about how he was going to inform Booker about his little theatrics with Linda. Throughout most of that week, so many thoughts ran through Toby’s mind. Most of his thoughts were positive, but a small portion of his mind wondered about what would happen if things didn’t go according to his plans. The first on Toby’s worry list was how he was going to bring Booker into the context of his chat with Linda. He was also scared about how Linda would take things when she realized that he had been the one chatting up with her. All through the most of that week, Toby didn’t communicate much with his brother. Most of what filled his mind were how he was going to detail Booker about Linda. Booker had noticed that Toby was avoiding him. He chose not to talk about it until during the weekend. It was on
The week that followed Linda’s proposition was a busy one for Toby. One thing that made him immensely happy was that he had been able to free up his mind with his brother about the presence of Linda. He ideally ought to be overly worried about his reaction to Linda about the whole set-up, but quite surprisingly, he found peace with an old school line that says, when we get to that bridge, we will cross it. A noticeable fact that Toby realized about Booker ever since he came back from his outing with his friends was that he was cold towards him. He knew Booker to be a choleric person on some days, so he didn’t bug him too much about his taciturn nature. Rather, he kept on planning toward the arrival of Linda. For a while now, prior to the incident that led to Toby’s shooting, Booker had been off of his job. He was formerly working with a company in Florida that dealt with construction jobs. After a while, most of the workers were laid off from the job. Ever since then, it had been ha