Chapter 10

  

  Collins was In a deep thought about his life and all that had happened to him, and how he lost all his money to the police, and he lost a truck of packages to the hijackers, and he had been in the mafia world for years without anything left for him In his savings, 

 Collins had gained the reputation of being the most fearless and dominant kingpin in the area. He was always on the lookout for opportunities to expand his territory and increase his wealth. However, he was not immune to the occasional setback, and this time around, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

As he was driving down the road in his fancy car, the tire suddenly went flat. Collins cursed under his breath as he parked the car on the side of the road. He got out of the car and examined the tire, hoping that it could be fixed quickly, but it seemed like a lost cause. He slammed his fist on the car in frustration and glanced around, making sure that no one was watching.

But his luck had run out, for just a few feet away from him were two police officers who had been keeping an eye on him. Collins pretended to check his tire again, all the while keeping an eye on the police officers.

"Excuse me, sir," one of the officers said, approaching Collins. "Is everything okay?"

Collins put on a fake smile and replied, "Just a flat tire. I'll be on my way soon." he said, 

The other officer gave him a suspicious look and said, "We're going to need to check your car, sir. We've had some reports of illegal substances being transported in the area."

Collins felt his heart skipping. He couldn't afford to have the police find anything incriminating in his car. But he had no choice but to comply. He led the officers to his car and pretended to cooperate with them as they searched it, 

As the officers were distracted, Collins took a quick glance around, trying to find an escape route. He noticed that one of the officers had entered their police vehicle, leaving the other officer momentarily alone. This was his chance.

Collins made a quick dash for his car and got in, turning on the engine. The other officer noticed him and shouted, "Stop! You're under arrest!"

But Collins wasn't going to be caught that easily. He knew the area like the back of his hand, and he quickly started driving, taking sharp turns and weaving in and out of traffic. The police car was hot on his tail, sirens blaring loudly.

Collins' heart was racing as he drove at full speed, but he couldn't let the police catch him. He had too much to lose. As he drove, he thought of ways to outsmart the police.

He remembered a shortcut that he had discovered years ago, a narrow alley that could only be accessed by experienced drivers. He quickly turned into the alley, narrowly avoiding hitting the walls on either side. The police car couldn't fit through the narrow space, and Collins grinned triumphantly as he emerged from the other side.

He drove for a few more minutes, making sure that the police weren't following him anymore. Finally, he pulled over on the side of the road, his heart still pounding with fear, 

He leaned back on his seat, feeling both relieved and frustrated, he had managed to escape from the police, but he knew that he couldn't keep living like this forever. He had to find a way to stay one step ahead of the law, or he would inevitably end up in jail.

For now, though, he would enjoy his victory. He closed his eyes and simply breathed, trying to calm his skipping heart.

Collins had been on the run for hours, evading police and hiding in his car, as he sat in the driver's seat, he couldn't help but feel frustrated at the situation he had found himself in. He had just narrowly escaped a police encounter, but now he had to deal with the mess that his absence had caused.

As he was lost in thought, his phone rang, snapping him out of his reverie. It was his right hand man on the line, and Collins could tell from the urgency in his voice that something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Collins asked, his voice laced with irritation.

"Boss, Alfonso's been waiting for you at the brothel all day, we've ran out of most of the items we sell, and the workers are getting restless. They're demanding their salaries, and we don't have the money to pay them right now." the right man, Fredo explained, 

Collins rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "Shit," he muttered. "I'll take care of it all, I think I have some money with me” Collins said, 

"It's in the car, Boss. I put it in the trunk for safekeeping."

Collins nodded, feeling a sense of relief was all over him. At least one thing was going right.

"Alright, send me the list of the most needed Items,  I'll buy the items they need, and I'll send a truck over to drop them over there,and  I want you to tell the workers that they'll get their salaries soon, Maybe tomorrow or the day after." Collins said, 

"Yes, Boss. I'll let them know." his right hand man said, 

Collins hung up the phone and leaned back in his seat, feeling exhausted. He knew that he had to keep a low profile if he wanted to avoid getting caught by the police. But at the same time, he couldn't neglect his business.

He took a deep breath and opened the trunk of his car. There, he looked at the bundle of cash he had kept In his secret cabin for along time, he counted the bundle of money quickly and made sure that it was all there. Satisfied, he closed the trunk and started the engine,

As he drove to the brothel, he couldn't help but wonder how long he could keep this up. How long could he run before the police caught up with him? How long could he keep his business running smoothly before it all fell apart?

When he arrived at the brothel, but he was lucky that Alfonso, the mafia lord that had been waiting for him had left, though Alfonso was a man of few words, but he was always hot tempered, He was the kind of person that Collins respected and feared at the same time.

"What's the problem?" Collins asked, getting right to the point.

"We've run out of most of the items we sell, and the workers are getting restless," Fredo explained, 

"Okay, no problems,  I've brought some money to buy all the items, and I'll send a truck over to pick them up." Collins said, 

Fredo nodded, looking pleased. "Good. And the workers?" he asked, 

"I'll pay them soon," Collins promised. "Maybe tomorrow or the day after. I just need a little more time." Collins said,

"Alright,"  Fredo said. "But remember, Collins, time is not something we have a lot of." he said, 

Collins nodded, feeling a chill run down his spine. He knew that Fredo was right. Time was running out for him, and he had to act fast if he wanted to stay ahead of the game.

As Fredo walked back into the brothel, Collins leaned against his car, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew that he couldn't keep running forever, but he also knew that he couldn't just give up his business and surrender to the police,

He took a deep breath and got back into his car, feeling more determined than ever. He was going to keep fighting, no matter what. He was Collins, the mafia kingpin, and he wasn't going down without a fight, and he believes that with time, his problems will be over and he will rise up again, and he walked Into his office, 

Collins was trying to keep a low profile, and he told his workers and his right hand man, Fredo, that If anyone come looking for him, that he's not available, because he was not In a mood to attend to anyone, because he was aware that his supplier, Alfonso, was gunning for him. It made him uneasy and somewhat paranoid, but he knew he had to be careful if he wanted to remain alive.

As he sat behind his desk in his lavish office, Collins instructed all his workers to deny access to anyone who came looking for him. He had a feeling that Alfonso might try to make a move on him, and he did not want to take any chances.

"If anyone comes asking for me, tell them I'm not in the office," Collins said sternly. "Make sure they don't suspect anything."

His workers nodded in agreement, knowing better than to disobey the mafia kingpin. They knew that their lives were on the line if they failed to carry out Collins' orders.

Not long after, Alfonso entered the brothel where Collins had his office. He was dressed in his usual gangster garb, looking mean and intimidating. He strode up to Collins' office, determined to demand answers.

"Where's Collins?" he barked at the workers blocking his path.

"He's not here," one of the workers said firmly. "He left earlier."

Alfonso scowled, suspecting that something was amiss. He tried to push past the workers, but they held him back, not giving an inch.

"I need to see him," Alfonso insisted. "It's urgent."

"I'm sorry, sir," another worker said apologetically. "He's not here. You'll have to come back another time."

Alfonso was getting frustrated. He could sense that something was not right, but he could not put his finger on it. He tried to force his way past the workers, but they held strong.

Just as he was about to give up, he heard a noise coming from behind Collins' desk. He turned in time to see Collins disappearing through a secret door.

"Hey!" Alfonso yelled, lunging towards the door. "Stop him!"

But Collins was too fast for him. He slipped through the door and disappeared into the other side. Alfonso cursed loudly, knowing that Collins had outsmarted him again.

"F**k!" he muttered, glaring at the workers. "You guys are in on this, aren't you?" he asked, 

The workers shrugged, not wanting to get involved in any struggle between the two mafia lords.

"We're just following orders," one of them said defensively.

Alfonso glared at them, then turned on his heel and stormed out of the brothel. He knew that he had to come up with a new plan if he wanted to track down Collins once and for all.

As for Collins, he breathed a sigh of relief as he got into his car and sped away to his hideout. He knew that he had narrowly escaped Alfonso's clutches, but he also knew that he could not let his guard down.

Alfonso stormed out of the brothel, muttering curses under his breath. He couldn't believe that Collins was avoiding him, and the fact that he now believed that Craig was Collins only added fuel to his growing anger.

"What's wrong, boss?" his loyal lieutenant, Matt asked, 

Alfonso glared at him. "Collins is playing games with me, and I'm beginning to think that Craig might still be the same Collins. I can't believe those two are twins, it's too convenient." Alfonso said, 

"So, what do we do?" Matt asked.

"We will  get Craig," Alfonso said, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't care what it takes, we find him and take care of him." Alfonso said, 

Matt nodded. "Consider it done, boss. We'll track him down and bring him to you." Matt said, 

Alone in his car, Alfonso tried to calm down, but his mind was skipping with thoughts of vengeance. He had been humiliated by Collins, and now, he would make sure that Craig paid the price.

He knew Craig's usual hangouts, and he knows where to get Craig, would start his search there. He would gather as much information as he could, and use it to flush out Craig.

It didn't take long for Alfonso to reach the camp where Craig was, He believes that Craig was still In the camp,

Alfonso walked up to the entrance of the kickboxing camp, and he stylishly asked If Craig was around, but he was surprised to heard that Craig had left the Camp without notification, his eyes blazing with anger.

"What do you want him for?" the security asked,  asked, a sneer on his face.

"I just want to see him," Alfonso said, his voice deadly calm. ", aren't you?"

The security smiled the way his voice sounded. "and he said, “wait a while “ the security said, and he called one of the coach, and he explained that someone Is at the gate searching for Craig, but the coach promised that he's coming to see the person, 

A while later, the coach arrived, and he explained that Craig left the camp suddenly,  

"Are sure Is Craig that was here In the camp not Collins," Alfonso asked, 

“Yeah”, the coach asked, “we have Craig here with us not Collins” the coach said, 

"I can't still believe, his eyes narrowing.

“Any problems” the coach asked, 

“Craig was owning me huge amount of money” Alfonso retorted,  

“Anyway, he left the camp suddenly without notification, and uptill now, he had not returned to the camp, and we didn't know anything about his sudden disappearance, 

"I don't believe you," Alfonso spat. “How do you want me to believe he's not here In the camp?" he asked, 

“I'm telling you the truth, we don't need to aid and abetting anyone here but Craig Is not here In the camp” the coach explained, 

Alfonso thought he was In the midst of mafia group, he started ranting, but when the coach told him that “stop making noise here, Craig Is not here anymore, you can search for him elsewhere” he said, 

But Alfonso continue ranting and he wanted to forcefully entered Into the camp, 

“Mr man, If you try nonsense, we will turn you to a punching bag or I might call police for your arrest now” the coach said, 

Alfonso was trying to resist, and proved sturbon and his men were proving to be strong, and when they realized that the coach brought out his phone behind the gate while the securities surrounded him, he dialed the police number, and he showed Alfonso his phone screen, 

"I don't care," Alfonso said, his lips twisting in a cruel smile, you can call the highest police chief, I'm not scared," he said,

Later, one of Alfonso's men whispers to his hearing and said, “boss, let's be on the move, the man Is real, he might call police” he said, 

“You are right” Alfonso said, “but how am I going to get my money?' he asked, 

“Don't worry about that, we will track him down” the man said, 

A while later, Alfonso left with his men, and he was disappointed and frustrated when she got to the car, he entered Into his exotic can and they left the camp entrance In convoy,