The Godfather's New Wife

Justice served

Leonardo PoV

I hated quickie jobs, especially when they involved violence. I liked to plan things ahead. And something like tonight, even though it was punk stuff, It could turn into serious business if somebody made a mistake. The most frustrating part of wanting to execute a very planned Job is waiting. I have been following those three punks for three days now, but it seems their parents were preventing them from stepping in to the public, perhaps because of something like this. I had to wait a long time to finally get a chance, but if I was the best at one thing, it's waiting patiently. The patience has finally paid off, because now sipping my beer, I glanced around, checking how the three young punks were making out with the three little tramps at the bar.

I knew everything there was to know about those three punks. Their names were Ellis Larusso, George Weah and Lisandro Martinez. They were all about a bit over twenty years old, good-looking, brown-haired, tall, well-built. They were due to go back to college out of town in two weeks, all had fathers with political influence. I knew the job had to be done before they went back to college, if those little tramps walked out with the punks it would be another night wasted. The windows of opportunity is closing and closing very fast.

I heared one of the girls laughing and saying, “ Are you crazy, Ellis? I’m not going in any car with you. I don’t want to wind up in the hospital like that other poor girl.”

Her voice was spitefully rich with satisfaction. That was enough for me to realize the window of oppurtunity has opened again. I finished up my beer and walked out into the dark street. Perfect. It was after midnight. There was only one other bar that showed light. The rest of the stores were closed. The precinct patrol car had been taken care of by Micheal. They wouldn’t be around that way until they got a radio call and then they’d come slow. I already scanned around too, there were no CCTV cameras.

I rested against a black Mini Bus, in it were Four huge men. I have handpicked four of the strongest men in the family business, all were ex boxers who never made it past the small clubs.

I waited till they parted with little tramps "Go and get them" I said

Two of them stepped out of the bus and approached the punks who were heading to the parking lot. I could see them cower in fear as they were directed at gun point towards the bus. The other two already waiting with the doors opened at the back of the bus. At once their face were covered with a black sack and their hands were tied.

"Drive" I ordered

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We have arrived at one the destination, deep in the woods there were no living human in 50miles radius. Donny was already at rendezvous waiting....

"Bring them out" I said

The were pulled and pushed out like cows about to be slaughtered. Their coverings were removed.

"Do you know who I am" the one Identified as Ellis Larusso said.

"You will regret the day you were born if a strand of my hair goes missing"

Despite trying so hard to hide it I could feel the fear in his voice.

"Please, let me live. My eyes were shut the whole time, I didn't see your face. Please don't kill me" Lisandro Martinez cried with his eyes indeed tightly shut.

"Smart man" I said

"Too bad you weren't smart enough to keep your d***s in your trousers."

"Shoot us and get it over with" George Weah replied, I realized he hasn't made a sound the whole time.

"Shoot you? Shooting you is same as granting you clemency" I replied

"What will you do to us" Lisandro Martinez who has opened his eyes said with a shaky voice.

One of the men held Ellis Larusso at the same moment I slipped on his right hand a specially made brass knuckle studded with one-sixteenth-inch iron spikes.

I smashed the punk right in the nose, he crouched in pain but the man holding him lifted him up off the ground, I swung my arm, uppercutting into the perfectly positioned groin. He gave a blood cuddling shriek in pain. He was raised up again, I punched him squarely in the face till it turned bloody, for every punch I felt a bone c***k in his face till he finally turned limp.

Now four of them turned their attention to Lisandro Martinez and George Weah, the former who was trying to shout. The man holding him from behind did so easily with one huge muscled arm. The other hand he put around Lisandro's throat to cut off any sound.

The big men were beating both of them to jelly. They did so with frightening deliberation, as if they had all the time in the world. They did not throw punches in flurries but in timed, slow-motion sequences that carried the full weight of their massive bodies. Each blow landed with a splat of flesh splitting open. I got a glimpse of weah's face, it was almost unrecognizable.

The two men left Weah's who was almost half dead lying on the ground and turned their attention to Larusso. Larusso was trying to get to his feet and he started to scream for help.

"Get the clubs" I said

One of them went to the back of the bus and grabbed the four clubs, which he shared among the others. One took each punk except Larusso who had to deal with twice as much pain.

One clubbed Ellis to his knees. One of the men took his arm and twisted it, then kicked him in the spine. There was a cracking sound and Larusso ’s scream of agony brought about flapping of birds who seems to be running away from whatever the danger may be. One of them held Larusso's head like a vice before the other hit it hard like a cricket ball. Now I was sure they were having their fun with it. But that would be the end to it because all three were out cold, half dead if not dead. I was satisfied, I reeled in the satisfaction of a job well done.

"I don't want any traces left behind, so no bullet" I said

"Strangle them to make sure they are dead and throw them off the bridge and into the ocean"

"Yes sir" they replied in Unison

"Let's go" I said to Donny who has been resting against the black Chevy sedan he came with, watching the whole time.

It's a school night, I have to wake up early to dress up Aurora and drive her to school. I rarely allow any anybody to do it for me, ever since the death of her Mother, whom I named my daughter after. I have been both her father and mother, I never for once neglected my duties or delegate it to anyone else. Her happiness was my priority and I would go to any length to make her happy. I'd crush anyone who blocked her path to happiness.

Aurora, the love of my life died during childbirth. I was so angry and wished the world would burn for taking her from me. I was angry at my daughter herself at a point for taking Aurora for me, I didn't as much as look her twice the night she was born and left my Mother in care of her. All this changed when Aurora appeared in my dream visibly angry at me for not caring for our daughter, she promised part of her was still in our daughter and ought to cherish her, so I named her Aurora and allowed my world to revolve around her