A little about the Past

A handsome man ranging from late to early twenties stood with an umbrella held up for him by an able-bodied male. Wearing a white expensive suit and trousers to match while Just holding a cigarette with eyes devouring as that of a wide tiger, he stared down.

"I told you, I don't have any money now, I swear!" another man, in his late thirties who was on the floor totally beaten, with blood dripping from his mouth and nose screamed out of pain.

"That's funny but it doesn't make me laugh," the man holding the cigarette said, his eyes showing no mercy, "because that's what you told me four months ago and I gave you three months to gather up my money, but I gave you a full month more..... Do you think I don't have my reasons!".

The beaten man could not say another word, his face was on the ground, no strength within a muscle, nothing at all.....

"I don't have....."

"any money!," the handsome man brought out a gun and pointed it straight to the man's head, "when you die very soon, I hope you see your wife and two kids in hell, suffering for your sins.... And also, at least I forget.... Your wife is pregnant!" He pulled the trigger before the man could express himself.

"That will take care of the trash!".

"Boss, your phone" a male handed him a highly expensive phone....

"Cut the call!"

"It's your wife boss"

"Oh, my little darling," swiftly taking the phone, he answered.... "Hello love".

"Where are you?It's almost midnight!" The female voice didn't sound happy at all.

"I will be home soon love.... And also you will need to explain something to me!`` The last words weren't sweet at all. It was cold and straight.

"Okay..... But please be safe" her voice trembled making him smirk.

"No problem my love" with that, he ended the call.

With a flash, another expensive car zoomed towards him. From the car, a hot looking man in Black suit and trousers came out armed, with a serious face.

"You need to hurry up and leave here Mr Frenado!" the man's thick voice echoed through the rain. "Why?"

"We will have some company soon, there is no time to play cold or proud!. We will soon be surrounded by..." before he could finish speaking, the entire streets were filled with different badged police, Armed trained security, Maximum authority, the skies were also roamed by helicopters pointing their lights directly on the men.

"... Cops".

"Mr Frenado and Mr Steve, your days of crime are over!" the chief said with a megaphone.

"So?, What are you going to do?" Mr Frenado asked him, pouring out a load of smoke from his lungs and also holding up a glass of champagne.

"Send you to the top overall hundred percent prison for execution, or send you to your grave right now and here" the chief screamed loudly with anger boiling in his heart.

"Well Chief James I have to tell you something," Mr Frenado poured out the wine, "Don't let your guard down".

As soon as he said that, different guns and men came out from nowhere and from different angles, nooks and crooks. The number surpassed the police by a billion.

Mr Frenado made a smirk and brought out two red guns....

"Steve, let's send some men to their early grave," he said, making Steve smirk evilly.

"Roger that!" Steve took the machine gun some of the men brought, with a psycho smile he shot continuously with stop.

It was then that different bullets flew from various directions, it was a death game..... Not a game, rather a fight.

Mr Frenado threw away his suit to have more free arm movement. He crossed his arms and shot six policemen with just two bullets.

Walking towards the Chief who didn't know, he dodged different flying bullets. When he had gotten really close to the Chief, Mr Frenado grabbed him tightly by the neck and pointed the gun right to his skull.....

"Who's going to hell first?You or Me?" Before he pulled the trigger, a cracking sound was heard. Looking up, a wide heavy metal looking tower fell down towards his direction.

"Looks like I won't taste my wife's delicious food today!" The object landed directly on Mr Frenado, then a big bang followed next.

The force caused a heavy large splash and a wide deep crack.

"Frenado!" Steve called out, but something pointed towards his head....

"Tell your men to stand down. The Don is dead!" It was a gun and the chief was the one pointing it.

"Why should I do that?" it was a boiling volcano spilling out.

"Because your life is right in my hand!" the Chief replied

"So... I'm not afraid of death!," came a blunt word followed by a mad laughter, "You all will die!".

Bang!.