3 Chapter 3

In a club, some people were surrounding a group of men. The main leader of people who were surrounded was carrying a modified gun; by the looks of it anyone could tell that it was illegal.

"You think we are scared of you?" a big man from the other side spoke, and took out his own gun. "If we are talking about guns, then I also have them!" The smile on his face was really dirty, totally showing his broken teeth, and from between them spit was flying out continuously whenever he said something. "Today, either your gang pays our debt, or this very place will be the graveyard for you guys".

Joseph was helpless; he initially thought that these guys would fear his gun but the result was different from his thinking. His body under his clothes began to sweat. What should I do?

"Garry, you know while smuggling guns there is always a chance of government raid. We were unlucky this time and we were raided." His companions nodded in agreement. A little confidence appeared on his face and he continued, "Right now we really don't have any money or valuables on us."

"So, you're telling me to let it slide and take a loss," Garry said with a stiff face.

Joseph nodded in return. Maybe this will turn out well. This was a totally new experience for him.He just recently jumped into this shady business, and he failed in his first assignment. He has yet to learn many things, but that would only happen if he returned alive from this mess today.

Garry placed his gun aside and took out his knife, spinning it like a masterchef. "I will let it slide, considering this was your first job, but on one condition." He stopped to see the jubilant expression on Joseph's face. "Don't be happy this early, I want five million dunks. Not a single dunk less".

Looks like today is my good day. Joseph ordered one of his men to fetch out money from their base.

"Don't be in a hurry, let me finish," Garry interrupted them with a smile. Joseph's face froze. "And you will cut three fingers from your right hand and feed them to my dog," he said as he pointed his finger towards a big dog. It appeared more like a wolf.

Joseph was about to retort then he saw all the surrounding people were pointing guns in their faces. Garry threw the knife towards him. "Do it quickly, she is hungry".

Joseph caught the thrown knife. He placed it on his fingers and closed his eyes.

"No, not like that, open your eyes and then cut," Garry spoke again.

Joseph nodded. He opened his eyes. Just three fingers then we'll be free.

Joseph tightened his jaws and inserted the knife into his first finger; the knife was not sharp. Fucking Garry intentionally gave me this knife. He placed his hand on the table and tried to slice the finger. "Ahhhhhh" a painful scream echoed in the room. Joseph's face was covered in tears. The finger was still not completely removed; he stabbed the attached flesh two more times. With each stab a scream would also come out from his mouth.

He was panting; blood was dripping from his hand. He raised the knife again and stabbed the other two fingers at the same time. After some effort, the other two fingers were also removed. He looked with his messy face towards the dog and threw them.

The dog jumped towards them, and was about to eat them but a fierce kick sent her flying. Sam picked up the fingers and placed them in his handkerchief.

"Okay, the party ends here," Sam said with a sigh. "We want this man."

"So, a gentleman is interested in dealing with me. Just give me five million dunks and you can have him," Garry said while rubbing his hands.

Sam took out a bag and placed it on the bloodied table, "Here are five million dunks".

Garry was going to pick up the bag, but another voice came from behind Sam stopping him, "What we paid for is the complete man; you are giving us a man with three fingers short. Sam, take the money back, it'll be the medical fee." The figure of Borgeez emerged from behind Sam.

Garry stood up with a violent look in his eyes. "What's the meaning of this?" He literally screamed those words. "You people are in my territory. You think you can just run away after taking my money, how delusional could you be?"

Sam took out his pistol. "You think we are delusional?" He squinted his eyes around the room, capturing the image of everyone standing there.

Borgeez took something from inside of his pocket. "What would happen if I release this pin?"

Garry saw the grenade in Borgeez's hands and snapped, "Are you out of your mind?"

A drop of sweat appeared on his head. "Don't think that I was just born yesterday, I play poker a lot. I know a bluff when I see one."

"If you think that I'm bluffing then you're in grave danger my friend." Borgeez moved the grenade closer to his face.

Garry saw this and his legs began to shudder. He's telling the truth, he is insane. "Okay, you can take him. Don't come here again." Garry raised his both hands and said with a sigh.

Borgeez smiled and turned around. Well, this was easy? But he was not ready for what was coming next. "What the fuck are you doing Joseph? Put that gun down."

Joseph was standing still, pointing the gun in Garry's direction. "I'll kill you." Maybe due to the trauma or due to blood loss his reasoning was completely failed at this moment. all he wanted to do was kill Garry. "Think carefully. These men would kill us if you fire a single shot at him." Borgeez whispered into his ear.

BANG!

Joseph shot Garry right in the chest. Garry was still standing as he looked at the hole in his chest that was made by the bullet. The blood was gushing out from it. What the fuck happened? Well, he never found the answer to his last question. His body fell to the ground, his eyes still looking for answers.

The man who was standing closest to Garry took out his pistol. "Kill these bastards. Avenge big brother!" John shouted.

Borgeez could see the hostile expressions on the faces of men surrounding them. He turned to look at Joseph, and the fellow was standing stiff as if he had fainted on his feet.

John looked at the guy standing beside him and yelled, "Shoot, you moron!"

Punkaz raised his gun. He pointed it at Borgeez and after a second, he turned it towards John. "Who do you think you are, motherfucker? Who... Who... Who? Do I look like a dick to you? Tell me... Do I? Motherfucker! Who the fuck put you in charge?!." Punkaz shouted at John, his lips curled into a sneer.

"I'm next in command!" John protested with a slight shiver.

Punkaz broke out in hysterical laughter. "And who gets to decide that? You? Fuck you! Now I'm calling the shots!"

"You're second in command now? Shove your ego up your ass, you motherfucker!" He shot John in head. He continued shooting him until John's head became a beehive.

Punkaz then turned towards his men, "John is dead, I'm the new leader!" The people looked each other in the eyes and some of them gulped.

"Big bro Punkaz."

"Big bro Punkaz."

Cheers broke out inside the room.

Punkaz looked at Borgeez and walked straight to him, "I know you are an influential man." He offered his hand. "Let's join hands."

Borgeez was in a daze after the sudden turn of events. He came back to his senses and shook his hand. "I'm Borgeez Lorrenhienz, looking forward to working with you."

Joseph was sent to the hospital. Borgeez emerged from the club with his new ally. It was late at night, the wind was becoming cold and people could see their breaths mist before them. The street of a once-crowded market was beginning to go quiet.

Although the usual folks of the city were quiet, the winds remained strong in the Underground. Already, news of Garry's death was spreading across the shady side of the city. The death of a prominent figure in the smuggling business was sure to leave a mark in the underworld.

In a dark room, four people- three men and a woman were sitting around a circular table.

"Garry, that asshole is down. You guys heard about it, don't you?" The woman with the red scarf said. She was called Red Lady, apparently the woman who governed all the brothels and trafficking of girls in the city.

"The news travelled like fire," the man with the grey beard added. He was also known as the King of guns. Obviously the smuggled ones.

"It might be good thing for us. His demise left a void in the business smuggling modified arms." The man who was smoking a cigar said while puffing out smoke.

"So, we have to divide his work among us. But how should we do it? Any ideas?" The last man who was drinking tea said.

All of them straightened their backs a little.

"Of course I'll get 40 percent, I know gun business and I can do it well." The grey beard man replied with an ugly grin.

"Oh, you want 40 percent?" the cigar smoking man spoke, he stood up and went near the man who was drinking tea. He took up the tea kettle.

"Greed is a bad thing, my friend." He went closer to the grey bearded man. "You should stay away from it." He poured the whole contents of kettle on the head of the grey bearded man.

The room was silent. No one said anything. The grey bearded man stood up and walked out of room with big strides while leaving an angry vow. "I'll make you pay for this!"

As soon as the man went outside the woman laughed. "Donnie, you are impatient as always. You should learn something from Clyde. Look, he is just sitting there and drinking his tea."

"At least I did something." Donnie also walked out of the room.

Seeing Donnie leave, the red women also left.

"Looks like the meeting ended," Clyde said while sipping his tea. "The taste is like horse piss." He took another sip.

Falcon went straight to the wash basin and washed his face.His gang members were all standing there, their expressions tense. He said to them after washing, "Let's go, it's getting late."

He heard footsteps and turned. Borgeez was walking towards them, with Sam and Punkaz in tow.

"He's the guy who played a key role in eliminating Garry." One of the Falcon's lackeys whispered into his ear.

Falcon walked in front of his gang. "What do you want?" He asked Borgeez in a deep voice.

"I wanted to see with my own eyes what kind of man you are, before I destroy you." Borgeez replied with an equally deep voice.

"What's your goal? What are you trying to achieve?" Falcon asked again.

"Goal, you say…" Borgeez clenched his fist and thrust it towards Falcon's face.

Falcon blinked and stared at the fist that had stopped just millimeters before his face; a cold drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I'll crush the people that I don't like." Borgeez finished his sentence and retracted his fist. Without another word, he walked away from there.

Falcon was standing still. It was like someone had hit him with a brick of ice and his body had gone numb, his legs shaking. What was that? Who was he? Am I still alive?

He took deep breaths and counted to ten. As soon as he came to his senses, he dropped on his knees.

Fear!

Yes, this was what they call overwhelming fear!

Without another thought, he quickly ran towards his home, and for the first time in three years he slept with a woman. The instinct to preserve his seed resulting from overwhelming fear made him do this!