Volkswagen Passat

Martil’s pov

My dick strained painfully in my pants. Damn, that was so much self control from me. No, not really. If Corleone’s mom didn’t enter and stop the scene, I might have fucked her right there.

It could have worsened things. Should I say I didn’t know what I was doing or I didn’t know if it was the right thing or the wrong thing to do.

I entered the bathroom, wanting to freshen up and wash the thoughts away. It was a little success, that was if I didn’t get tempted again.

“Yes?” I placed my phone that just rung on my ears as I put on my shirt.

“Grave, you need to come to the underground now.” Kaleb said with a tone that described the emergency.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t ask questions. I headed out immediately after grabbing my keys. There was no one around when I left and that was good because it saved me from explaining whatever I was going out to do.

I drove out in my car. The drive to the gang lot was like an extra half hour. The lot opened and I drove in, before stepping down.

“What happened?” I asked, giving my car keys to the one who always took care of parked cars in the gang’s garage.

Kaleb met me halfway before we began walking into the gang building itself. It was still in the evening so there was no party but of course, there was smoke, cash and girls.

“Received a warning.” He said,

I paused. “From who?”

“The two men we killed, their gang would be attacking us.”

I didn’t give a reaction. “How sure are you?”

“Because they already stole from us.” He replied.

I turned to him slowly. “I need explanations.” My tone had shifted.

“We were supposed to deliver a bag to a customer last night after we dealt with those two but they were double crossed. They barely came back home.” He explained.

I scoffed, rubbing my clenched jaw. “Bring them here!”

Kaleb nodded and went away. Some people stole from us? Really? Have they forgotten what kind of gang I built?

Two men were brought to me. They knelt on the ground, their faces displaying fear.

I sat on a tall stool with one of my legs on the ground. “Now, tell me what happened.”

They glanced at one another. One decided to speak.

“We were done with the business. We had received the gold when we were suddenly double crossed on our way back. That were too armed and we had to run for our lives.” The right hand man explained.

I chuckled, glancing at Kaleb. “You ran for your lives. Your lives are very important then?”

“Yes.” The second one, the left hand man suddenly spoke up. “You said you didn’t want to lose any more men after Jeremy and Atom happened. That was why we…”

I sucked on my tongue, nodding to myself. “That’s why you became weaklings.”

I went closer to him and with a swift motion, I slit his throat with the knife I pulled out from Kaleb’s inside belt. Everyone was shocked that I did so.

“Should I go on every operation because I’m the boss?” I questioned.

Silence in the hall like a graveyard. No one made a sound, with bowed heads.

“Tell me who they were.” I sat back on the stool, tapping my left foot on the ground.

The first one was shaking like a leaf that refused to fall when a heavy wind blows.

“They were on black face caps. We barely saw their faces. Four guys with a woman and they drove two cars. Volkswagen Passat.” He explained.

Kaleb and I made eye contact. “Dispose the body.” Kaleb instructed.

Immediately, the dead guy was carried out of the room by two other men.

I left the room together with him into my personal room. Of course, the boss had to have his own office and room. I sleep in there sometimes.

“You know them?” Kaleb asked.

“We both know them.” I sighed, taking a seat.

“How do you mean?”

“They are not the same one who killed Atom or shot Jeremy. Their gang belongs to one of the men that I had worked under when I was nineteen.” I started explaining.

“The car model?”

“Camorra. The mafia boss is Italian. His signature is the Volkswagen Passat. Everyone in his gang all drives the same models of cars.”

Kaleb was unsettled. “Then, what does he want with you?” He asked.

“I’m not sure. We’ll have to find out.”

“How? The car has no plate number.”

“It does.” I smiled. “Bring that guy over here.”

In a minute, the guy was kneeling in my office again, thinking he’d be killed like his second.

“Describe what you saw about that car.” I said, making a contact with Kaleb so he could note it.

The guy didn’t think. “Black color. It had tinted glass. It also looked new —“

“Not all those. Can you remember seeing letters, numbers of symbols on it? Something significant or if any of them have a familiar tattoo?” I questioned.

His eyes fell to the ground as he thought for a short while. “Yes. There were two letters inscribed on the arm of one of their men.”

“What was it?”

“It was an initial. It was a P.”

I nodded at him. Kaleb got to work immediately. Of course, there were many people with the initials P.

“On his shirt, it said 'Picnic’.” The guy remembered again.

“Were there any CCTV cameras around that area?”

“Kaleb, there can’t be. We chose a clean area. They won’t be stupid enough not to do the same.”

Kaleb typed away on his computer. “I need something solid enough to trace at least one of them.”

“I remember. The lady, she had a name tag. It seems she works in a restaurant. Cindy.” He said,

That was it. The person who’d lead us to the others.

“Got ya!” Kaleb laughed with pride.

He turned the laptop towards me. I clicked the picture.

“Her name is Cindy Mern. She works at a restaurant in the New San restaurant. Apparently, the man with the tattoo initial is her boss at work.”

I smirked, “So, they are in the same workplace and also chose the same gang. Great.”

“He posted with the same top where picnic was written.” He added.

I shook my head.

“Let’s pick out some dirt.” Kaleb whistled.

They had the nerve to steal my gold. Either they arrange a meeting between their real boss or I take them down one by one until there was no one left.