GANGSTERS IN CONTOM

Episode 2

EP2

I sat in a Mercedes benz, parked just outside McVey's house, waiting till she's done so we can be about date-night, when she dresses it take hours.

i feel intimidated being here in the street of Maryland, and having to see mansion all around. Compared with contom, contom if compared with Maryland should be called a gutter, even the gutters here are cleaner than the streets of contom, it is a God damned raggedy a*s black-hood.

I can never think of allowing McVey visit me at contom, she would definitely break up with me if she finds out am broke as a church rat.

but tony do you think this relationship will last long if you keep lying to her about yourself? I asked my self.

No, I can't bring McVey over to my fucken bungalow, where i live with my three friends.

Nobody can ever think of bringing his babe over to that house, it is a fucken disgusting place, and that bungalow serves as our head quarters too, she is gonna freak out if she catches the sight of cocaine , penathozene and other illicit d**g, and I can't vouch she wouldn't snitch on us.

Am happy the tradition of men picking up the girl in dates favours me, but I Dont see how the paying part could ever favour me in any fucken way.

I won't pay much today I think, I have packaged my lies, that would make us go to a cheap restaurant, where I think would make me not to spend much on the date, unless she reserved her stomach for the date-night, but models always watch their weight.

In a deep thought, I was, looking side to side at the beautiful houses in the street of Maryland, its beautiful trees that ran down the street gave it natural beauty, I looked through the window by the drivers-side, nodding to the music singing in my mind.

I looked right ,and behold the most beautiful girl in the world Diana-McVey, came out from the gate.

I was awestruck to see her, i lost attentiveness towards every thing before me , even if an earth quake was happening right now it wont detour my attention to her.

A suntanned white Caucasian skin, she had.

Grey eyes, red plumpy lips , you would imagine kissing it in your mind every-time you see it,

A dark brown straight long hair, hot-combed with flames from hell.

Long legs on a hill and her thigh lines, shining as bright as the sun.

Her cloth was another thing marvelous about her,

A sleeveless blouse that extended mid her laps, displaying her longs leg very well.

Was it God that made all women? I asked myself, I have seen women too ugly to be called God-made, I call such girls man-made.

McVey opened the door and sat right beside the drivers seat, she looked at me and grinned, wow what a beautiful smile she has , I am marveled by her looks everyday like its the first time I am setting my eyes on her.

She dropped her handbag on the floor, and cleared a hair dangling over her face.

"How do I look."

My brains searched like a google search-engine the befitting word for her beauty.

Beautiful is an insult is I say it. I think I should say gorgeous.

Nah that word be-littles her beauty, no---i think ravishing is a better word.

"You look ravishing." I added a smile.

She coloured at my complement, "stop exaggerating. She said. I just did a mild make up and you'r saying I look ravishing."

I took her hands, holding her middle finger, she paused, looking right in my eye, her alluring grey eyes focused at my dark eyes.

"With or without make up, you are still the most beautiful girl in the world." , I kissed her hand gently.

It was a romantic ambience such that would transit into making out if we were just alone doing nothing, but we were going on a date and it isn't safe to do that.

"So Mr mister chimes it is." She said.

"Uh -um , we won't be going to Mr chimes,"

"Why, you found a place better than Mr chimes.

A place serving foreign dishes from across the continent."

"Not that.

I just thought, let's just have a normal date,

Like, feel normal, I am really tired of this luxurious boring life.

Let's just feel free, and have fun. In some cheap restaurant, you know."

"I understand what you mean." She said.

I caught a little frustration in her face, a replica of the face she had the first-day we met. When i raided her fashion show with my friends.

(Let's rewind to that day.)

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I was in a secluded place near the exit door, watching models having a relay, showcasing their beautiful clothes along the runway, squelching at the end of the runway, and showing their sides and curves by turning around, or giving a half turn to the side, before leaving. That entertained me as I waited patiently for Natasha and Drew to arrive with ammos and sacks which will be used to pack designer clothing.

Destined to be sold to the mediocre at a cheap price, very much different from the original price.

Odysseus mixed with the crowd, he was nervous sitting in the middle of celebrities and a variety of famous designers from mainly italy---the home of fashion.

He was tasked to dispose a tear gas there in confines of the crowd, to cause commotion and possibly an evacuation of the all. that led to having him stay in the crowd.

"We have arrived." Natasha texted me, during that moment, Diana McVey was on the runway, moving with feline-steps along.

I texted Odysseus. "It is time"

He 'bout to shut down the show.

It took less than a minute before the area became shrouded with smoke,

Coughs sang like a national anthem, a synchronicity of annoying sounds.

The elderly amongst the crowd, slumped, one by one.

Some who could bear it, evacuated, a few who had personal security men were evacuate by their help.

Natasha and drew walked into the hall, they probably must have taken out the security outside.

That must have inevitably happened.

I joined them and we all headed to the changing room, it was where the designers would be, we deduced.

The models would be there too.

We took the run-way, it led to the changing room.

We came into the changing room to find some mysterious bunch of men already packing up some clothes.

We found out later they were duke Virgil's men , called the baby-g**g.

They let us do the dirty work, and wanted capitalize on our hardwork.

Natasha never cared to interrogate them or go into any silly dialogue with them, she went pragmatic. Taking out two of those guys with a silencer pistol.

Argghhh ,, we heard screechy voices coming from the closet, behind the roll of clothes. it sounded feminine, I thought models were in there.

Two of the gangsters jumped out from behind the rolls of clothing, wielding Uzi's, a g*n that is a thousand times more sophisticated than our silencer pistols.

"Take cover."! I yelled.

And ran to stay behind an iron desk, seemed to belong to a make up artist, I saw Mac lipsticks and fenty brown powder sprawled on the desk.

I ducked , right before me was a closet, I thought it would be safer if i go in there, and be in the company of models.

I clambered to the door, opened the door and crawled into the closet.

Behind me was Diana McVey in that very closet, other models were in a different one.

" Arghhhh." She screamed, when she saw I wielded a pistol.

She went on her knees before me.

"Please, mr, Dont shoot me, I beg you" she sizzled and shivered in fright. Tears bathed her cheek , and nasal fluid watered what could be called , the porch of her nostrils.

Wait, pause.

I kinda imagine if McVey was never in trouble, nor scared of me, would she have gotten on her knees before me. I mean why would a super model kneel before a guy like me, I felt honoured that day.

(Back to the damn story)...

My hands went akimbo.

"Am not among the raiders." I said. Denying my profession.

"Who are you."? She asked, sizzling, and in tears, she felt I was gonna hurt her, she stayed clingy to the corners of the rectangular closet. Trying to hide begin a couple of clothes hung there...