The damned devil

The Mafia devil strode out to where the car was parked. His men flanked both sides of the car, bowing deeply as they did so.

In the queue were ten motorcycles and five cars. The middle car was for the Mafia devil, while the other four were for his minions. The five motorcycles lined in front of the cars were for his trained bodyguards, while the other five at the back of the cars were for the newly trained.

They were known as scapegoats.

"Is everything ready?" he asked Scorpion, who was limping behind him.

The poor man was in great pain, but you wouldn't know because of how well he hid his pain.

As a trained soldier, he knew what pain was, and he had endured more than enough in his life.

Three bullet shots were nothing compared to half of the things the Mafia devil had caused him to pass through.

"Yes, My Lord. The venue is set." Scorpion turned to one of the men closest to him. "We are about to leave. Alert the others."

"Yes, sir!"

The guard placed a hand on the Secret Service earpiece on his ear. "We are about to leave."

He said in a low voice; however, the others were able to hear his words.

It spurred them to act as each of them got in line for departure. Scorpion opened the door for the Mafia devil and stood there waiting to close the door behind the boss.

The moment he closed the door behind his boss, he entered the driver's seat.

The other guards entered the various vehicles set for departure.

Unlike the motorcycles that had only one occupant, the cars had two occupants.

"How many hours did you decide with them?" the Mafia devil opened the laptop on his lap.

"Three hours, my Lord. It was a bargain before I got them to agree to it." Scorpion answered, with his gaze straight ahead.

"I see," the Mafia devil said before he pressed a button by the side and got the partition raised.

Scorpion glanced back at his boss before he shook his head.

"Most times, I don't understand him," Scorpion murmured under his breath, as he was afraid his boss might overhear his words.

Scorpion and the Mafia devil grew up together. But the way he treated Scorpion made it impossible to know that they once shared the same bed.

Scorpion sighed at the thought. He didn't know why, but the way the Mafia devil treated him made him feel neglected.

However, he knew there was nothing he could do.

The Mafia devil wasn't a person who listened to others. He was a headstrong human who had no regard for human life.

In his world, there was nothing but pain and anguish. The Mafia devil didn't know what love was.

He only knew the language of violence. Pouring off blood was his favourite pastime. He basked in the scent of blood and fear.

"We are leaving." Scorpion placed his hand on the SSE as he relayed the message.

The guard at the front revved his vehicle when he heard the words from Scorpion. The others followed suit until they all moved out in a straight, undisturbed line.

The Leopard mafia gang was a sight to behold as they drove in their convoy. All the vehicles on the road stopped to allow them to pass.

"What evil humans!" An old woman glared at the convoy of dark vehicles. Her eyes narrowed in on the vehicle she thought might likely house the Mafia devil. "You are not supposed to exist!" She fearlessly pointed to the vehicle as she cursed them.

"Hush, Mother. You are going to bring the wrath of the Leopard gang on us!" Her daughter tried to get the mother to stop cursing them. However, the mother wasn't ready to listen to her.

Her heart was filled with bitterness toward the mafia gang that didn't know they had a person who bore this many grudges against them.

However, should the Mafia devil catch a whiff of this, he wouldn't mind. This would only make him feel proud of all his work.

"I will never stop cursing at those who killed my son!" The woman lamented.

The few pedestrians walking through the paved part made way for them, as no one was ready to be at the receiving end of the Leopard gang's anger.

"It's okay, Mother. You don't need to shout at them. We are out in the open. They might hear your curses."

"Let them hear! I'm not afraid of them. I need to die in their hands. Let them come and kill me as they did to my son!"

However, the mother got it all wrong.

Had the Mafia devil heard her words, he would have killed the remaining members of her family in her presence. And not only that, but he would force her to watch it all.

However, the old woman wasn't aware of that.

"It's okay, Mother. Let us go home." Her daughter managed to drag the reluctant woman back to her house while she continued to scream at the Leopard gang.

The Mafia devil was in the car, checking his latest business conquest. He was unaware of what took place outside.

Scorpion switched the radio but had to lower it to avoid his boss' wrath.

He was still recovering from the bullet shots he had received earlier this evening; he wasn't ready to receive more.

After all, once bitten, twice shy.

However, Scorpion was only good at remembering things when they were new.

He ended up committing an offence a month after he was punished for the same offence.

He was among those unlucky enough to be plagued with short-term memory.

Scorpion checked the time on his phone before he communicated with the other guards to get them to speed up.

They drove for a short time before they got to the bar where the meeting was to take place.

As there were not many spaces out there, they had to park their vehicles in the lot next to the bar.

However, Scorpion had to squeeze the vehicle he was driving next to the bar. This way, it wouldn't trouble their boss to walk to the bar.

He turned off the engine and the headlights, but remained in the car, waiting.