El guje was seen in a spacious parlour befitting a mafia king.
Golds festoon all the furniture and on the walls were different jewels and ornaments. Two huge ancestry wall-clock were hung on the doorpost in and out of the magnificent building.
El Guje lives in luxury, which can be seen flat from his royal look.
Average in size with a flabby nose and appropriate mouth and a pot belly that must have resulted from excessive consumption of beers.
El Guje rules his franchise with ruthlessness and rigidity expected of a Mafia king.
He was seen emerging from the bathroom where he had been bathed and dressed by his palace bath maids.
Wearing green regalia decorated with shining gold buttons, white baggy trousers, and a matching crocodile skin ankle shoe. On his short left hand is a big diamond and a gold chain with ruby stone adorns his thick neck.
Despite the opulent look of El Guje, he gawks forlorn in deep thought.
"You looked bothered." Lady Cinder said. She looked young and beautiful for her age of 42.
Having to breed the two most troublesome twins on the whole island and coping with and managing the most infamous man alive on the same island is a magnitude task that had surprisingly left little or no effect on the gait and outgoing queen with a contagious smile.
El Guje nodded in response.
He had declared war on the foreign merchants and decreed to send them out of the land.
Before, he warned them of his monopoly control over the planting of opium by his people. The merchants only act as middlemen in getting the opium to the people who made it into heroin to be sold to their customers. Their presence Is unavoidable as a result of their knowledge of the ocean, and knowing where the markets are, makes them inevitable in the economy of Greenwich island. Yet their involvement in planting opium and their setting up of factories on his land to challenge his monopoly power is not only insulting but outrightly outrageous. Their ignoring of his warning and nonchalant attitude to his order is unpardonable and can only be paid for by death.
Yet El Guje had decided to be merciful and had banished the foreigners from his land, just for a year.
Of course, it's a trick, before the foreign merchants will be back in a year, all their opium farms and factories would have been taken over by the Greenwich gangs.
El Guje's wife held his hand and walked him to one of the two-seater chairs in the middle of the long hall. She smiled as she stroked his white beard with her third middle right finger.
How she loved and adore this beast of a man is purely unexplainable.
Suddenly, the telephone rang, shattering the silence of the parlour.
Lady Cinder stood from the chair, walked towards the telephone, picked it up, and listen for a few minutes. She dropped the phone, walked toward her husband, and whispered into his ear.
His gang members had caught some county P merchants who are trying to protest against his decree. Their leader, Priest was fortunately among them.
El Guje smiled, revealing brown teeth stained from nicotine. It had been easier than he thought, catching Priest had solved all his headaches. Killing the shepherd to scatter the sheep.
He picked a shotgun from his selections of guns, sauntered out of his palace, and was followed by Lady Cinder.
The island of Greenwich, according to legend belongs to the Semitic Phoenician settlers who had droved out the unknown settler occupying the island before them. Being the largest Mediterranean island and unarguably the biggest, Greenwich quickly became populated by settlers and fortune seekers from islands from far and near. The island landowner had contacted the Mafias for protection against their flourishing racketeering business and protection of their property, resulting in an alliance that lasted for almost a century, until the late 18th and early 19th centuries when the organized Greenwich gang grew so powerful that they turned against the landowner, overthrowing them and became the sole law on all the estate, controlling the economic activities on the island.
El Guje is the present Mafia king and the commander of the confederate Mafia gang. He had been the despot lord for thirty years after the death of his father, the great El Gurajah.
El Guje, simply known as Mafia King ruthlessly rule his domain and was feared and respected by all.
Ten years ago, the Country P merchants came and demanded a high quantity of Opium be ripped out to faraway land where it's costlier than gold.
El Guje had innocently accepted their generous offer and a flourishing business started between the two parties.
Soon the whole land was used for opium plantations and the land was soon filled with foreign merchants who came to buy it from the local farmers.
The arriving Country P merchants, having reached a vast size decide to go into opium planting to maximize their profits to the dismay of the local planters, and this led to conflicts and riots in the peaceful town of Greenwich.
El Guje had consecutively sent messages to the merchants' leader known as Priest but all his warnings were dismissed.
In anger, he decreed all Country P foreigners to leave the island of Greenwich for a year.
Yet this is one of El Guje's headaches and probably the least.
His house is on fire!
His two identical twins' sons were enemies even from the fetus, where they fought and kicked and have to be separated immediately after they are seven months old in the womb, to avoid further hazards to the pregnant woman and her fetus.
If love can be pre-destiny then maybe also hatred.
The twin had grown up hating but tolerating each other as long as El Guje is around but burst into uncontrollable conflicts immediately after he is on a trip or out of the scenery.
The Mafia king had done all in his power to settle the estranged brothers and is presently losing his patience at their adamant and childish assault on each other.
If all these could be happening when he is alive, then what about when he died?
Deep inside, he knew he had failed his entire household and most especially his two loving twins, his absence in their lives as he sojourned far and near, to uphold the legacy of his forefathers, who had revolted against the landowner to control this island, had probably made the twins grow up in lack of fatherly love and family value. But this is not entirely his fault.
Or, Who has ever heard of a Mafia king who rules from the comfort of his palace?
Such fantasy only exists in movies and tales.
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.
In real life, he is needed ubiquitous and without him, even an ordinary transaction will fail.
El Guje sat inside his new Volkswagen beetle along with his wife, lady Cinder, driving by his personal and most trusted driver. He looked at the vast land in the western and southern regions of the island. As far as his eyes can see, and beyond, this is a legacy left to him to be bestowed upon his children. The land, the castle, the opium, and the people in it. Before all gods, he had vowed to pass this on. All the wealth accumulated so far is more than enough for the unborn generation. He looked lovingly at his beautiful wife who had stuck with him through thick and thin, always obedient and never for once challenged his decision. Their life together had been of roses and little thorns. Together they increased the wealth of the family and secured the future of their twins. His being the foreman and his wife is his most trusted and dependable assistant. Suddenly the car swerve to the left of the freeway, loud noises of iron grinding on gravel were heard, and the two front tires
Breeze they say spreads bad news faster than good ones. Town people had already gathered around the burnt car and the corpses interred inside. The fire had been quenched and those inside are unrecognizably burnt. The teeming crowd partway for El Capone and his gang to get closer to the burnt car. El Capone strode closer and looked grimly. No doubt, it belongs to his royal majesty. He bought it a few days ago. A minute later, one of his gang members rolled two tires that had flown out when the bolts were off the rims. "Someone must have removed the bolt that held the two front tires" El Capone murmured in a whisper. Andrea nodded in agreement, realizing the tight situation this calamity has thrown the royal household. Any news of saboteurs will reduce the inflatability of the ruling mafia family. This is better to remain an accident as far as the ordinary citizens are concerned. Dirty underwear is not washed in public but in private. Shortly later, the gang members who are all
El Ramon was seen pacing up and down. The humiliation of today's confrontation had been nothing but a show of his weakness. Since childhood, El Capone whom he refused to accept as his elder had proved to be better than him in everything. Starting from childbirth when he had been the one to be removed first from their mother's womb, he had surpassed him in every competition and condition, even after. Of course, El Ramon could vividly remember how he had been subjected to humiliation and shame the day he was beaten flawlessly by his twin brother. It was the yearly competition, the one that change everything. He was only eight years old and had qualified along with his twin brother in the yearly teen strongest upcoming Mafia. He fought bravery until finally when he has to confront his brother to win the gold. It was a moment he will never forget and for a brief moment, El Ramon is eight years old. "Remember the rules, the fair man announced." He is the one to determine the outcome of
As the adage goes, the house belongs to the rats when the cat is gone. This had been the state of Greenwich island, after the death of the mafia king. The foreign opium planters who had been doing their planting in secret have suddenly grown wings, start clearing all available lands, and set up factories for heroin. El Capon ignored them through the twenty-one days of mourning and prayer for the departing soul of the mafia king. Today was the final rites which were witnessed by all the mafias far and near and all the islands Inhabitants as a whole. During the rites, El Capone had ignored his brother, who use every available opportunity to smirk and taunt him. According to tradition, all the family of the late king must spend twenty-one days of mourning and prayer for the departing soul The curfew will be declared on the whole island, everybody must be indoors or at the palace where foods and drinks are always in surplus. But the foreigners knowingly or unknowingly had disobeyed
Lady Agatha was dressed in a pink flowing frock that matched her white socks, and her pink high heels enhances her beauty as she walked gracefully towards El Ramon's room. Today, the young master had summoned her to his palace to spend the night. She climbed the step towards his room and the sound of her shoe heel echoed in the silent palace. Calling lady Agatha beautiful is an understatement, she is a typical example of a perfect creation. With a round face, sexy and appealing eyes, and round full lips that begged to be kissed. With her fair skin, well-shaped hips, curves, and contours, she is sought by all men on the island, but she only loves a man. After much persuasion from her parent who believed that it was dishonourable for a woman to remain in her father's house, Lady Agatha got married to a rich business tycoon, but the union soon collapsed within a few years. Leaving her richer but broken, and she vowed never to marry anyone else except El Ramon.Tonight, she will be sp
Some men sneaked close to a warehouse that is constructed in the middle of a big farm of opium, and their speech was halted by their leader. "Shh, " the voice of El Capone was heard, as he stepped in front of the sneaking men. He halted his movement, veered back, and whispered to the men at his back. "It's dead of the night, your voice is too loud." "Those weaklings are sleeping by now." Another voice let out. "We need to suddenly plunge into them," El Capone whispered back. "Our strength lies in our sudden attack." In truth, their strength lies in the sudden assault, as they were only twenty in number, and are about to attack an illegal opium warehouse, that is probably guarded by fifty or more men. The warehouse is big and rectangular, with two doors at the entrance and the rear, along with several glass panel windows. And it's always guarded twenty-four hours by menacingly looking men from El Ramon's gang. A few miles off, two guards were seen lolling their bodies on the
El Ramon was seen seated on one of the white, gold-festooned cushion chairs in his room. Beside him was his favourite white wolf, and the obedient pet licked its master's feet, as he smoke his cigar. The young master looked forlornly and soliloquize alone. "As indispensable as El Capone's death is, it must not be traced to me." Of course, people will talk. Not that El Ramon is afraid of people's gossip, they will talk anyway. But being a leader and an ancestor to be, his story must be made to be full of love and compassion for his people, and not for conspiracy and treachery. His hand must be clean, or at least, appear to the public to be! A knocking on the door soon brought the lost man out of his reverie, and he instantly yelled at the one at the door to enter or get lost. "I'm busy and have no time for palace gossip and chit-chat." A second later, a cowering man walked inside and promptly kneeled in front of the man on the seat."So sorry my lord, I want a few minutes wit
El Capone was seen in the parlour of his royal palace, and beside him, his red wolf. Dressed in a cowboy cap, a white T-shirt with open buttons, and blue jeans. The young prince looked like a Hollywood actor as his gold medal swayed on his airy chest. Despite his grand look, El Capone wasn't cheerful, and this can be seen from his disgusted frown. Minutes later, his wife strode into his presence, kissed him on the left cheek, and smiled to ease his scowling face. "We will be attacking the foreigner's factory tonight," El Capone smiled and let out. "Yes, I was aware, and I have to confess that I had a bad premonition about this." "You know I have no time for woman intuition and soothsaying." The young prince answered back, stood from his chair, and raised his arms to button his shirt. "I don't want you to go tonight, and I will be happy if your second-in-command will also stay at the palace with us," the beautiful lady in a pink flowing gown and matching white slippers let out