Mafia’s True Love

Chapter 1: My Name Is

“You did a very good job Officer Keno. Keep up the good work.”

“My only job is to keep our neighbourhoods safe Mr. Smith. It’s always a pleasure” I said, before starting my car and driving away from the crime scene.

It’s not always easy:being a cop. Some decisions aren’t as easy to make as you think they’d be. Being stuck between choosing whether or not to arrest a homeless man who stole food or whether to or not to arrest somebody who wanted to take their own life. Some laws don’t correlate with human conscience and reason.

I just made 4 arrests in a space of 48 hours. Turns out there was an undercover mafia running an underground drug operation across the city. I’m shocked that we were able to find them, these people are international. Research done at the office shows that they even have operations outside of the country. They deal to other continents as well. I guess South Africa isn’t the safe haven we always thought of it to be.

“Look what the cat dragged in. Keno, so good to see you. I heard you just made two more arrests on the Mafia case. Congratulations, you’re really working overtime on this one.” Station commander Thompson said as he welcomed me back to the station. He was always happy to see me. This one time, he let me have his security access code for a week because he felt like I should know what happens around the station.

“Mr Thompson!! I’m trying my best to put an end to this case sir. It’s not usual for something like this to be left idle for so many years. Soon enough, I’ll find the kingpin of this operation and put the whole thing to shambles. The streets aren’t safe with these things around.” I affirmed.

“Definitely. Tell you what, if you can c***k this one. I might put in a little word to old Sergeant Noah over there so you could get a promotion.” He said, tapping my shoulder with the biggest smile on his face.

“He doesn’t look happy. What’s the deal with him?” I said, looking at Sergeant Noah, who was standing by the door frame of his office with the most awful grin.

“Oh don’t mind him. Trouble in paradise,” he said, coming closer and a hand behind his mouth, “I heard his wife’s divorcing ‘em.”

Oh, that’s why. “Mmh, alright SC. Hoping to see you again tomorrow.” I said, patting him in the back.

“See you, hotshot” Station commander Thompson said whilst handing me a cup of coffee and walking away.

I ended up falling asleep in my office. I woke up around 22h00 at night. I guess I really was tired.

I got up to pack my things, about to head home. Until I heard 3 voices. I put my ear on the door so I could make up what they were saying.

“Please, please tell Julian I can handle this. The brat was the one who did this, I swear on my life. I’ll fix it. Please, Please Pl-..”

Everything went silent after that. I grabbed my firearm from my holster and started to walk out the door. I walked through the passage as slow as I could, looking left and right through the doors of the other offices until I got to the one at the corner. Which was the only one with a light on. I went in and The sergeant was shot in the head five times. His dead body lay on top the desk with a gun right beside him. I figured that this was probably a way to make it look like suicide. I heard footsteps behind me. I tried turning, the next thing my eyes were covered with a cloth and I felt a very painful hit to the side of my head which knocked me unconscious.

***

“Take off the bag. I want to talk to her.” I heard a mysterious foreign accent say faintly, in a calm and monotonous voice.

One of the big men who we’re holding me took the cloth bag off of my head. I felt a sharp twinge in my eyes because of the bright lights that were lighting up the massive space which looked like a hall, with a long dinner table that could barely fill up the place on its own. On the other side of the room, there were 3 leather couches with a miniature version of the dinner table in the middle. This was somebody’s house.

I lifted my head to see a 7 foot muscular silhouette of a man the stood in-front of me. Dark-skinned with black cornrows and the most handsome eyes. His eyes were the lightest shade of brown with a shine and he wore a black suit with the shirt rolled to his sleeves.

I started looking around for possible ways to escape. One door was guarded by a big buff gentleman. Two by the other. 6 windows in total. 5 of which had metal bars, and one very high up.

“Who are you??!” I yelled at the man.

“No need to fret pretty lady. You are completely safe here. I guarantee your safety. My apologies if my men were to harsh on you, they do not know how to treat a woman.” The deep, foreign voice said.

“f**k you!” I cussed.

“You’re violent. I like you.” He said, coming closer.

I grunted at him.

“Uncuff her.” He ordered his men before he started to walk closer to me, “Tell me miss, what is your name?”

The Big men unlocked my handcuffs and set me free.

“Go eat a bag of d***s, you swine.” I cussed.

“I can tell you’re not pleased to speak to me,..”, he said, reaching into my pocket to find my keycard, “..Ms..Keno?.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Pretty unfair of you to ask me who I am after you just refused to tell me who you are don’t you think? , but I will not hold that against you. Nice to meet you Aviva Keno, my name is Julian.”

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