The Legendary God Of War

Chapter four

Megan paused and stared at her husband in horror.

The man rolled his eyes, “Hey! Stop dreaming… you don't even look like someone who can afford to breathe here…. And you want me to chase my customers for you? Even the richest man here cannot afford to pay that…”

“How much?” Miller cut him short.

“2 million dollars! Do you have that? Well I thought as much…. Wake up from your slumber and get your ass out of here or I'd make you regret your existence….” The man barked. “Don't just sit there! Or you think men dressed in rags are who we offer our service to?”

“Don't say that to my daddy… you're mean...” Aliyah said but Megan was quick to cover her mouth.

“Good… put a leech on your daughter. Her daddy can only blab! You beggars have got some guts!” The man shouted.

Miller's palm formed a fist and the atmosphere became intense as he stood from his seat. “Did you just say that to my daughter?”

Miller checked his name tag at his left chest; it was Dustin Brown.

“Fucker…” before Dustin could finish, he was sent flying with a kick on his face, causing him to lose his incisors.

“You will regret what you just did!” Dustin said, after hitting his head hard on the wall and seeing his teeth on the floor.

“Who the fuck is he, anyway?!”

“He's simply here to cause trouble! Classless!”

“If he's here to cause trouble, it's best they get him and his fellow clowns out of here immediately!”

Whispers could be heard in the crowd as most of the customers were staring right at Miller's table.

A customer who couldn't stand the sight of the scene rushed out in anger, and very quickly, a group of hefty men came running. It was no news how powerful the people who attended such restaurants were. They could kill with just a snap of their fingers.

“Where is the so-called clown?” One of the men barked, shifting his gaze to Miller, “You dare cause trouble for our customers?!”

“These very feet of yours shouldn't be here! This place belongs to the Montenegro family. You're not worth a single fork in this place and you've got the guts to cause trouble here?!” The man next to him chimed in.

“Oh, then perhaps you should put a leech on that fat pig!” Miller pointed at the Dustin, “I wouldn't accept an insult, especially if it's directly at my daughter.”

It was enough seeing Paxton torture her. Now these people?!

A well dressed man stepped forward, “I am The Mafia Lord, Mr. Montenegro, and my property doesn't serve poorly dressed or malnourished people…” He states, his eyes glaring at little Aliyah then back to Miller, “Take that piece of shit with you and disappear like you never came.” He said with so much bravery. He placed his feet on Miller's table, “Kneel before me and kiss my 2000 dollars worth of shoes before my securities kick you out.”

“No way… I'm seeing the Mafia Lord, Mr. Montenegro himself!! Woah… I heard he had been caught by the cops three times due to his killing rates…. But he never spent a night in jail…. This fella is a no match for him.”

“It's all over town… I feel sorry for the young man… I heard Mr. Montenegro had the power of life and death in his hands. This man is obviously a no match for him.”

Most of the customers whimpered amongst themselves.

“Seems you wanna have that leg of yours broken…. Because even in your dreams, you'd be the one kneeling before me.” Miller was emotionless.

“Hahaha! I'd quit the tough guy act, if I were you… do you know how many blood is in my hands? I wouldn't mind adding yours if you dare not to kneel.”

“Lucky for you, you can count the ones in your hands. You'd be doing your reputation a favor by undressing in the middle of this place or the consequences might be brutal…” Miller challenged, looking him straight in the eye.

“Hahaha! Clown… you talk with so much confidence…. You're not even close to the lower class in this city. I have the power, influence and authority to take that air keeping you alive…. Dare me!” The Mafia Lord roared.

“Let's see who's breath will be taken first…” Miller muttered and in the space of five seconds, there was a loud sound, followed by a groan from the mafia lord.

Before they could all process what just happened; the Mafia Lord was laying with his eyes open on the ground.

Though his eyes weren’t closed, he wasn't moving.

The atmosphere became intense as almost all customers started running out, with fear on their faces.

“Mr. Montenegro isn't breathing! He's dead!” Dustin announced after crawling to check on his boss.