The Convicted Son-In-law

Chapter 12- The Hit

That night at a certain location.

"Mr Grant let me get this straight. You interrupted my dinner with my lovely family to tell me about this personal gabbage?" The man looked calm as he said this. "Let me ask you this, how much are the total shares of this your company?"

Mr Grant shivered hearing the boss' words. He had indeed gathered enough courage to drive to his mansion with the hope that he would intervene in the matter between his son and that scoundrel. He stared at the dark shaded aura of a man sitting on the dark shaded area of the room. Tongue-tied, he lost his vocal abilities.

"I asked you a question?" Came the stern voice of the man, he opened a small box and took out a cigar.

"The company is worth ten billion sir." He managed to speak.

"Ten billion?" The man said again shaking his head in disbelief. "Let me ask you this Mr Grant. "How much do you think the drug business is worth in the Johannesburg district alone?"

Silence.

The boss lit the cigar and took a long pull before smoke filled his surroundings that Mr Grant could barely see him.

"You have no clue? Yet you earn billions by the quarter. Let me ask you again. Are you aware that Brian Hayes and the Jackson Five run the four corners of the  city, Yes?" The man said taking a pull of his cigar again.

 "The Jackson Five are what's holding this city together. Before they took over, we literally had no business. But look at us now. The Pretoria district has always been our only cash-cow, but now they have a rival correct? And now, what are you trying to do? Mess up a trillion dollar business because of a ten billion dollar personal vendetta you have with your brother's son?" 

Mr Grant attempted to say something when the other party waved him to stop. "Another thing, yet another reason I don't want nobody to touch the Jackson Five is this; the Pretoria district is overun by foreigners. Those foreigners and the rest of the west Africans are too ambitious. Do you follow? They are greedy and easily took over that region. Now if you make a mess of things, they will take over the whole city and eventually they will unseat you and finally me. That is the reason I remain anonymous, for my own protection. Do you follow?"

"I understand Master," Mr Grant conceded. But felt the master gave those fools too much credit.

"Good, very good. Do not offend the enforcers. They have respect in this city and in every province because they are believed to have once walked with the 'shadow.' Now, you know those are not the kind of people you want to offend. So you can take your leave." The man filled the room with smoke as he dismissed Mr Grant.

Marcus had waited the whole evening for his father to come back with good news. Barry will get a shock of his life when he signed the contract with the Jackson Five Corporation the next day and delivered it to the Jefferson's. What's even better, he would take his wife and crash Barry's world yet again. This time there would be no need to get him locked up. 

A smile flashed across his face as his mind ran wild. The door swung open as his father arrived. Marcus stood up excitedly but soon saw his father's gloom facial expression. 

"Did you get the contract Dad?" He said studying his father.

No reply. The old man sat on the couch and faced the ceiling. "Son, look where your stupidity has gotten us." He sighed.

"No way." Marcus collapsed back on the couch. "But I thought Brian Hayes was one of your business associates. How could he not agree to this deal?"

"He said his partner runs that company on behalf of his boss, so therefore he has no say whatsoever-"

"What? Brian Hayes has a master?" Marcus interrupted his father's explanation. "Does this mean he is not the leader of the Jackson Five gang?"

Mr Grant suddenly sat up, his face purplexed. "Now that you said it...makes a whole lot of sense. That would mean the Jackson Five gang comprises of Five members. This including their master, damnit!" Mr Grant cursed and stood up, then paced about. 

"And we only knew four members, which run the four corners of the city." Mr Grant massaged his chin. 

Marcus stood puzzled. What was his father talking about now? 'Four corners of the city?'

"Brain 'the devil' Hayes, Tim 'Malcolm' Brown, Lucas 'Trigger happy' Gray, Tyrone 'Tyrrant' Blanks." Mr Grant said, calculating in his head. "The four members of the gang, then who could be the firth member?...Shit!" 

Mr Grant cursed again. "Shadow, it's that motherfucker Shadow. That's their Master."

"Shadow?" Marcus remembered, "I've heard so much about shadow. But he dissapeared a few years ago. Word on the streets is that he went legal, bought many businesses and used them to clean his money. He is the streets hero that retired while clean and anonymous."

"Well, sounds like it's all true. Brian Hayes just confirmed it to us." Mr Grant slumped onto his seat again.

"s**t Dad! How do we get rid of Barry Jackson now?"

"Son, put a price on Barry Jackson's head!"