Warming The Mafia’s Bed

2. A Mole

Cameron's POV;

I'm in my office with my back turned to some of my workers. For months now, we've had a mole problem. Someone was ratting out our plans to one of our rival gangs.

Causing that gang to always be one step ahead, jeopardizing my missions, and stealing my deliveries and my clients. It had all been dancing on my last nerves but they struck and broke the very last one when they assaulted Ezar yesterday.

EZ has been a right-hand man to me for as long as I can remember, and he's drawn so close to me, that I no longer see him as a friend, but as a brother. A brother I'm a year older than and have sworn to protect.

That is the same person the golden dagger gang attacked and hurt. They shot him in the chest but luckily, he didn't die. He is a strong young man.

It would be very easy for me to just wipe out the entire Golden dagger gang. But what's the use of that when the mole still exists? The bastard would simply betray me for yet another gang. So, to sort this issue out, I need to get rid of the mole, first. And then the Golden dagger clan.

"As we all know, there's a mole amongst us... "I say. My back turned to the six young men lined up behind me, and my eyes on the peaceful sea flowing right at the shore behind my office.

"And today, I've chosen to get rid of him. Once and for all. "I say as I finally turn to the young boys, and I see fear on their faces.

I know the innocent ones and I know the guilty one. But even the innocent ones are trembling like leaves on a windy day, and I don't blame them.

They're standing before Cameroon Heart. One of the coldest men alive. It's only normal for them to tremble. They know how cold and inhuman I can be. Especially when it comes to Ez.

"You see, I had been very patient. Till yesterday... When one of my closest allies got attacked. "I continue as I walk over to the front of my table, and gently sit on its edge.

"How could one of you think he would be able to rob me from right under my nose and get away with it! ? "I then growl, and the men whimper but my guard standing in a corner of the room is unfazed. He knows that this luckily doesn't concern him, so he's simply watching through the dark shades he has on.

"I give you one last chance. Surrendered yourself, and I might be easy on the type of death I'd give you. "I continue, but none of the men step forward, and I run my tongue over my upper teeth in annoyance, before grabbing my gun.

I knew this would happen.

Without any warning whatsoever, I pull the trigger at the blonde young boy who came to work for me five months ago.

Shooting him right in his crotch, and his agonized scream as well as the fearful shouts from the other boys in the room, rent the air.

I stare at him in silence as he struggles for a few seconds on the floor. Unable to scream, move properly, or make a sound.

The bastard had been a hypocrite I could smell from miles away. He kept overdoing everything and trying so desperately to get into my good books. He sold himself out by being a painful pest hungry for acknowledgment and praise from me, and when I placed a bug on him, I turned out to be right. He was the little informant the golden daggers has carefully planted in my gang.

If I wasn't vigilant, I would never have suspected the cunning, innocent-looking bastard.

I flag my guard over and once he's beside me, I speak.

"Get him to Louise. I don't want him dead yet. Fix him up and then feed him to the dogs at the warehouse.

Send whatever is left of him to the daggers. "I order, and my guard bows.

"Yes, boss. "He simply replies before walking up to the bleeding, dying boy on the floor and dragging him out of my office by an arm. Causing a thick trail of smudged blood to follow them.

"Get that mess cleaned up. And this should serve as a lesson to all of you. The next one to betray me, wouldn't have it so easy. "I say, and instantly, the five men left begin to scramble about. Struggling to clean the mess. And I drop my gun back on my desk.

I walk back to my chair and sit in it, and a sudden bitter feeling takes over my throat. I know why it's there. Today is my mother's death anniversary. And instead of me to be mourning her, I am acting unfazed by her death, and even just made it to be another person's death day.

It may have been 24 years since she died, but I still remember the images like it was yesterday. How she shivered to death in my arms with me crying furiously and none of the passers-by willing to help. I was just an eight-year-old child who was crying beside his dying mother, and people simply walked past.

Some spared me nothing but second, pitiful looks, and after that, they faced their fronts and went their ways. Never turning back. Not even for once.

It was at that age, I got to understand that humans are deeply wicked creatures and it would do one no good to be kind or merciful in a world as cold as this.

"All of you, get out! "I suddenly command, and within the twinkle of an eye, the men scramble out of my office, and luckily for them, they had cleaned the mess that had been on my spotless white tiles.

I open my drawer and pull out the box containing some of my most-priced possessions. I open it with my fingerprint and pull out the only picture I have of my mother. Old, and barely visible. From when she was very young.

I stare bitterly at the gorgeous woman dressed in a wedding gown, and my heart aches. I was so little when she left me, but I remember her and the moments we shared, strongly. So strongly that sometimes, I go back to her and them, in my dreams. How she'd tell me stories from her youth, and how she tried her best to ensure that I could still read, write, and do some maths.

This is only half of the picture though, she had long ripped off my father's side of the picture. The man was a bastard and indeed does not deserve to be in the picture. He is the root cause of how horribly my mother ended.

I come back to earth when my phone rings and my brows crease when I pick it up and find that it's a call from Ezar.

"Ez? "I call in wonder as I pick up the call, and I hear him grunt.

"Cameroon, you have a meeting with our Italian associates in two hours. Don't miss it. I just sent you the address. I'm not too sure about them. So, take Jim and Ted with you. "He says without stopping for me to speak, and I roll my eyes and massage my forehead with my fingers.

"Are you seriously working from a hospital bed, Ez? "I question in bewilderment, and his reply causes me to chuckle lightly.

"No, I'm taking a joy ride on a unicorns back to never land. Wanna join? "He replies, and I shake my head. He seems to be the only one who knows just how to lighten my mood.

"Keep fooling around till I come over to that hospital and rip your tongue out. "I reply, and he tries to laugh, but groans.

"Sorry, brother... "I console, and he speaks again amidst grunts.

"It's okay. I gotta go now. The doctor's here. Don't forget the meeting. And don't forget to take Jim and Ted with you. "He says, and I sigh.

"I won't, now end the call and get your test done. Goodbye. "I say to him, and with that, he ends the call.

I need to see our Italian partners to discuss the new weapons they want and when, where, and how they should be delivered. That and I have to attend to the issues with our branch on the Eastern side of the country. The cops keep getting on their trail, and a certain lieutenant is becoming a pain in the neck. I need to sort him out... And purge the branch of whatever fools they have.

My gaze falls back on my mother's picture, and mild guilt squeezes my heart. Causing me to quickly shut the box and shove it back into the drawer.

I shouldn't feel guilty for what I have become. It was the only way for me to survive. I had no other option. It was either this... Or still this.