Just Another Day In Hell

Nimrod, a well built 6 foot tall young man with a bearded face walks into a countryside warehouse in a fine suit. There are three gold chains on his neck and fine diamond watches, showing his splendor and brashness. Four bouncers also in suits, escorts him in.

"Bring him out from the coma," he orders the two nurses in the room.

"But sir, he only just recovered, he has to spend some mo..." She notices the angry face and dagger sharp eyes in the room and shuts up. "Right away," she taps the junior nurse to go with her.

In a second Sophia's stepmom enters the building and stands next to Nimrod. "My son is death because of her. Her head belongs to me."

"How did he die?" Nimrod questions.

"With a bullet to his head."

"Agatha, now we both know that Sophia isn't capable of that," Nimrod makes a point.

"I know... When I find the shooter, I'd hang his head next to hers," Agatha walks further as the nurses bring in a fifty something year old male patient, supporting his movement by carrying his two arms on their shoulders. They help him towards a seat beside a desks where he sits like someone in a subconscious state, or perhaps full of wine.

"Hey, honey," Agatha sits on the desk and cups his chin tenderly. "I missed you."

"Enough of the jokes," Nimrod interferes. He slams a contract paper to the desk along with a pen. "We're back to day one now ain't we?" In a sudden switch of tones he bangs the desk and yells... "Sign!"

"Hehehe," the patient starts laughing silently. "Hahaha," his voice rises. He raises his head for the first time and laughs at them loudly and unmannerly. "Sophia didn't sign?" He continues laughing.

"Your daughter doesn't know what she's up against. She has tons of gold and cash put under her name. I'm sure all the three Mafia families would be hurting her by now. I'm trying to save her," Nimrod taps his chest and swears. " Sign the properties over to me."

"I've been dead to the public for a whole year now. It's no longer my property, it's Sophia's," he breathes in relief.

"Oh she will perish, honey," Agatha threatens.

Just then a well aged man enters the room and walks towards them in a fine suit. He looks fancy, though without chains on his neck.

"Henry," Sophia's father calls out with eyes of suspicion.

"Hey old friend," he stands besides Nimrod. "Your daughter, Sophia right? Has been found guilty of murdering me," he arranges his suit. "Your wife Agatha wants her dead, but I can wipe the charges away because and only because you were a good friend to me. All you need to do is sign the papers."

"Henry," Sophia dad's heart races."How could you do this. I helped you become governor of state."

"And I thank you for that. Meanwhile, let's keep the past in the past. Welcome to the future old friend," Henry smiles. "I'm aiming for higher things."

"The clock's ticking, Robert, your daughter is an enemy of the three Mafia families who rule this continent, plus the government itself. She's just a lone ram who has managed to upset a pride of lions," Nimrod warns.

"Nimrod," Robert chuckles sadly."Your dad never wanted you to be the Kingpin over his empire. You're a failed son. In fact, a failed adopted son. Your father has a bastard who he approved of over a phone call before he died. He will rule the empire and all the families in this continent. He'd beat you."

"He's not even from this country," Nimrod slowly walks up to Robert. "He has no proves to claim that he's the son of the late Kingpin. I'd crush him before he even makes a move. There are already over an hundred cartels under me, whereas he has nothing."

He puts his two hands on the desk bending over to Robert, "You were only my father's personal treasurer. And he's death now. Sign the properties over."

"They were put under my name and now my daughter's name. I don't think he likes you," Robert disses.

Nimrod bangs the desk angrily and walks away in frustration. "Fuck!"

Agatha walks towards him, gaining some inches away from Robert. "If the other two families get her first they'd be competing with us on who will be the new Kingpin. Sophia and that property is all the ticket they need."

"How do we make him sign?" Nimrod asks her.

Agatha turns around and models towards Robert, "Honey."

Robert scoffs, "Agatha."

"You think our Sophia can handle herself out there. We're risking her life."

"You know I'm only just beginning to grasp how ugly you are," Robert disses.

Agatha's countenance changes. "We'd cut off your fingers one by one. Your legs, and slowly every part of your body until you sign," she walks closer and closer to Robert with every word.

Robert chuckles, "I'd like to see you do that to a death man." In the same second he picks up the pen on the table and stabs his throat.

His hands fall lifeless on the chair as blood rains down from his neck. Sophia's dad has died, this time for real.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Nimrod cusses out of control.

...

SOPHIA'S POV

My face stays on the window of a car, looking outside as I was being driven away in a convoy of police cars. My hands were cuffed and the car locked. I was the criminal amongst them.

I was being driven to my doom for a crime I didn't commit. Finally it's all over. My life was over at nineteen and the thing about false accusations is that it doesn't give you a chance to regret, nor retrospect, just pure hate and longing for revenge.

For a slight second I really wished I killed the governor, cause then at least I'd be going to jail on my own terms.

Bump! The driver holds a quick brake which throws my head to the front chair.

"Ouch," I sooth my head.

Before I could recover from the head-bump the sound of gunshots overwhelm the area, with metals tearing off and human screams silencing as soon as they're uttered.

A loud bam blows off the heart of the driver of the vehicle I was in, almost tearing through his seat to mine. It was a shotgun bullet, I could tell.

Four tall well-built men in long black furry coats walks towards my car, each of them with heavy artillery in their hand. One of them opens the door and swings me to the floor.

"Where's your husband?" He queries me.

"Husband?" I'm totally confused right now, I widen my eyes at them.

"She's a keeper," another one chuckles.

He cocks his gun. "Don't play dumb with me. Your marriage was amongst the priest's last words before he died."

The priest? He's dead? For the first time in three hours fear enters me again. "I didn't... He's not my husband. He forced me to marry him."

"Let's take her in and torture her until he comes back for her," one of the men suggests.

Oh my God! Oh my God! Please no! My heart shivers.

"You think he'd come?"

"I'd do it for my wife. I'd do it for anyone I love," the man fortifies his idea.

"Good idea then. Bring her," the man who hauled me out of the car orders the others as he walks away.

My heart shivers still and my mind, overwhelming with suicide thoughts . I was to spend eternity in torture. My husband doesn't even know me goddammit.