Last Mafia In Los Bahamas

Los Bahamas is a county that was situated in a low land area. Typically it could be regarded as a continental region of the northern hemisphere; it has a lot of beautiful vegetations and valleys. Early 1998, in the latter part of the first month on a Monday morning, certainly it was the period of winter in the region. Bob Joker in his usual custom storm the club house with his thugs flanked around him in black. He held a burning stick of cigarettes with his left hand leaning his broad shoulders against the pillar of the club house just by the entrance. He hung his head while optimistically looking down at some little ants carrying crumbs into their tunnel as they seem to be on a fast move. 

         "Yeah, that's the spirit. These guys must be in luck, I bet they must have won at the table today". He muttered to himself, he stood a little while watching the creatures as if he's got something new to learn from their life. Immediately, while he was still watching the ants he recalled the lyrics of his all time favorite song, The Gambler!

You've got to know when to hold 'em 

Know when to fold 'em,

Know when to walk away, 

And know when to run

You never count your money; 

When you're sitting at the table

There'll be time enough for counting

When the dealings done. 

        Again he raised an eyebrow as he let out a heavy sigh of depression, like a weary soul in grief over an heavy laden of slavery. Apparently, he just lost a good sum of money back inside the club house at the gambler's table in the casino. Casanova the old sheriff was his very good friend, a jolly good fellow he'd always relied upon in bad situations like this one. It was the cowboys game that have shattered his life when his ex-wife Lisa left him two years ago. He took off the cowboy's hat from his head immediately he heard the familiar noise of the wagon wheel approaching, from a distance but not quite far away, shortly it soon halted right in front of him. Casanova jumped out of the wagon gallantly like a foot soldier boy matching to a battlefield hardline for the first time. His sparkling mustaches were looking so cute as though he'd recently shaved. One quick glance at Bob he knew almost immediately after the reverberating hand shake between them that all isn't fine with the drug dealer. He could sense the frustration on his breath while they talked. Of course, that bad look of a looser he knew. 

       "Bob, I always told you that you're just too old to learn the tricks of those yanks from downtown the county, while sitting at the table gambling." Casanova noted sternly.

       Bob chuckled and hesitantly listening as though there's something much more than what he said. Each nodded as they moved from ear shot to continue with their conversation. Casanova was his informant in the military and that makes them more intimate in the drug deal business in the hood. 

       "That's very true but I'd never lose my mind, I only lose the game. Know this Casanova my very good friend, I hate the game yet I cherish the rules and that's what keeps me from quitting." Bob replied pensively, with his hands on black gloves on a fur leather jacket. He put his left hand on the shoulder of the old sheriff as he often wondered what could possibly be done to get Barney, a beautiful young lady in the neighborhood for her to be his wife. 

    "That's a good spirit, Joker. Let's go inside so I can buy you a drink to celebrate our friendship once more. I hope that's quite fair to a friend like you? I shall take you there if you want me to come with you" Casanova explained, he admired what appeared to be a frustrated smiling upon his face then reciprocate.

     "Absolutely Casanova. True friends always recognize each others good and bad times I bet you. One day I shall repay you for your generosity." Bob remarked.

       They went inside the building then came back afterwards with each holding a beer bottle still talking about the lady in question. Few more minutes, after the sheriff had departed from him in his wagon, Bob gestured to two of his men to follow him  immediately then they got into his red Ferrari car, straight way heading to the house of his supposed girl in a mixed feelings that is not quite different from anger. While driving on the snowy weather he reasoned within his mind about all the necessary price he'd paid because of her obstinate decision not to consider his proposal and prayed for the best though he was definitely expecting the worst thing ever to happen today. He refused to park at the lot to avoid intruders around the hood. 

      Bob keenly pushed the bell button a second time and soon the door got flanked half way open, but not on its own accord because one of the thugs had noticed that it wasn't properly closed, so he decided to forced it open. Then they stood side by side behind Bob Joker who had also noticed her coming. Barney Wesley didn't see them until she had stepped through the doorway. By the time she saw the two strange men with him, and before she could manage more than a sound of surprise, one of them had already stepped between her and the door, cutting off her escape route. Bob gestured at them to leave while he shut the door hastily.

      Immediately Bob marked up his face with a pretentious smile to hide his frustrations from her. Barney looked at him bewildered as though she was wondering if he'd never gives up. She deliberately ignored the smile on his face and simply stared at him. 

"How are you doing sweetie?" Bob facing her asked in a firm but not unpleasant tone still maintaining the fake smile. He was a fair skin chubby man with ice blue eyes, perhaps about her own father age. He wore dark, fitted trousers and a fitted blue and white plaid shirt with golden necklace that glitters in the light of her lantern. Around his waist he tucked up a silver pistol with elaborately designed handle that was quite visible for  her to see as he often shift his arms while talking. Apparently, Bob English was good, though rather heavily he used Mexican accent. Then, seeing that she had no clue to escape, he moved right behind her to examine her. He was obsessed with her body. She was a pear shaped lady with beautiful firm breast. Bob was incredible fascinated by the size and shape of her butt, with her slender waist and thick hips. Then he abruptly held her in his embrace to himself. 

"What's the meaning of this embarrassment? Because I can't remember inviting you to my house". she said pensively, hoping that she didn't sound as rude as she was earlier. 

He ignored the frown upon her oblong as he continued to examine and caress the fragile body inside the purple night robe. 

"Just wanna let you know how sweet you are when you shake your tail feathers. You know something, I really love you so much Barney. Stop being so mean to me, okay? Bob's  got everything you need and want." he said to her softly told in whisper.

Yeah, sure he did have everything Barney wants certainly, except integrity which seems way too far from him.

"Nobody wants you here please, because as a matter of fact, you're no match for my heart, and I will never have anything to do with you not in life or in death either". She said struggling to emancipate herself from his embrace. 

"O common, why not give me an opportunity to prove myself, I bet you gonna love this Bob Joker of all time". he said smiling. 

"God forbids it for me. It seems you ain't getting it, you of all people should know better than me that integrity is far too expensive for your kind. Your life is full of dark shadows; an addict who go about abusing women, you trade in illegal businesses, people are scared of you because you've become a deadly mafia.The troubler of the neighborhood and the worst nightmare of Los Bahamas.Our hood is now a den for thug life all because of Bob Joker". she retorted in rage. 

      Bob stares at her with fierce anger as though she'd just literally stepped on the tail of a lion and yells at her, sending a terrific shock into Barney's spine with his masculine baritone. 

      "Shut the hell up lady! No one ever talks to me in such a rude manner. Listen here, I've heard more than enough of your stubborn effrontery, and this time I swear by my mama's grave you won't get away with it. You fuck with Bob, you fuck with the thugs of Los Bahamas". Bob remarked. 

She was about to cry out in protest when she realized that he was having a gun in his possession. She couldn't help saying a word cause his voice remained seemingly aggressive and full of hostility. 

Few minutes later, Freya Harvey drove into the parking lot on her way back from the town hospital where she works as a nurse in one of the health department. The first thing she'd noticed was the red car belonging to Bob Joker. She even knew the number plate quite very much and without practically looking at it. She had decided to stop by to give Barney some purchased drugs that she ordered in the early hours of the day. She had called before now to complain about an headache to Freya Harvey and here she was to provide some medical assistant to her friend. Barney Wesley and Freya Harvey have been friends right from childhood till they graduated from college moving into different fields of profession.

Her instincts early on, immediately she set her eyes upon the red Ferrari outside, and without any of the suspected thugs hanging around, Freya knew instantaneously that something might be fishy in there. However she couldn't place it whether good or bad. Hence, she decided to use the back door just to avoid the otherwise as the case may be. Behold, after she came to the back of the building, she noticed that the window blinds were still opened with a bright light shining inside the room. There she could vividly see everything and also hear their voices audible as they seem to be exchanging words aggressively. She hesitated a little more time outside unseen by them and listened carefully waiting for the next action. 

"Listen, I've got a bad news for yyou Bob, or whatever the hell you call yourself,  I don't give a damn piece of shit who the fuck you think are. Just get the hell out of my house this minute". She said, as she gestured towards the closed door to him, while she readjusted the strip of the purple night robe that she was wearing as though she meant business.

 "I'm afraid nothing is stopping me from thrusting into you tonight. Not even a demi god in heaven can redeem you from my claws cause I'm a pimp." he told Barney.

 Immediately, Bob took off the black hat upon his head dropped it on the bed, he grabbed Barney from behind into his embrace and started kissing her neck harshly. In a swift motion, he turned her to face and tried forcing his lips on hers but she kept fighting him off. Barney was able to set herself free from his embrace but her legs got obstructed because of the bed frame behind. She could obviously sense danger looming around her this time as she thought of reaching out to the telephone on the dressing table beside her bed. Another thought agitated her already frightened mind when they heard a car horn and a dog barking outside. Bob picked her up and spontaneously pushed her on the bed and brought out a little pistol pointing to her head as he slowly takes off his pants down. 

Quickly, Freya covered her mouth and nose as she exhaled heavily out of shock, she hastily reached out for her cell phone and started recording everything that she could see between Bob Joker and her best friend. The sights of the scenario almost caused Freya to freak out and scream for help. But there was obvious reasons why she shouldn't do that because his thugs might be hanging around the neighborhood and if she did tell for help no one would dare go against Bob Joker. Freya Harvey however, took a courageous boldness to continue recording the scene as Bob continued to molest her helpless friend Barney. 

     "Perhaps, I bet you're fucking with jail time Bob, you won't get away with this". She cried helplessly. 

     "Don't be ridiculous. Bob got the whole world in his hands.The police and sheriff are all my folks from the trenches and that makes it even more interesting. Bob Joker is a god!" he told Barney, then he laughed out sarcastically in such a way that got her to be even more upset with him. 

Barney immediately spat on his face as he stripped her naked, he pulled the white G-string down with his right hand while he held the gun on the left while he inhaled her pant. Bob applied some salivating liquid to lubricate his manhood as he eagerly position himself on Barney who was already sobbing softly. Already she could feel the hardness of his manhood slowly thrusting into her vagina now. She let out a soft moan loudly with a clear indication of pains as he often thrust harder and faster into her. Consequently, no doubt that his weight while laying up on the slim body of Barney even made Freya to be more worried than ever as she still keeps recording. And after a while as he kept thrusting harder into her, her strength soon began to give way and gradually she became vulnerable to the point of fainting, because now she's just too tired to sustain his heavy weight upon herself. 

  "The next time I shall see your ugly face, you shall be burning up in a fiery furnace in hell". she sternly told him in tears, then she slowly turned her face away from his direction now facing the wall in silence. 

  "You love to talk!" Bob said, then he struck Barney's head with the hand of his pistol. He would have done worse than he already did to her but already she had passed away before his very eyes. 

 A sudden shock got hold of him immediately after noticing that Barney was no more breathing neither responding back to anything he was doing to her now. On realizing his heartless and cruel deed,  he sprang up to run away before anyone else knows about it. But as he was about to stumble across the room he heard a phone ringing, Bob was petrified instantly because he actually did not intend to take Barney's life; and as it seem he was keen to know which direction it was coming from while he wondered in his already confused mind, until he looked through the window and his eyes caught up with Freya's. 

"O shit!" he exclaimed, and tryied to shoot at her probably to keep the sheet clean. But he was disappointed to see Freya disappear before his eyes in such a furious speed back to the lot where she parked her car. 

Bob Joker raged even more than he had ever been, calling at his men since he was too fat to chase after her. The thugs were alerted immediately and straight away they were summoned standing before the angry Joker. 

"Get that girl! I want her dead or alive now! Don't let her get away. Move, move. Get going I said". he ordered.

Then, the men went out with guns to chase after her. When Freya got into her car her fingers were trembling as she tried to distinguish the car key from the bunch of keys in her hand. The thugs came out and saw her still struggling to get the engine started, they agitated towards her but before they could take a step or two forward advancing towards the lot; she had managed to pulled the gear on reverse and then the men fired bullets at her. 

It was too late for them to stop her. Quickly they raced down to meet with Bob Joker to join him inside the car and straight forward went after her car. Bob had thought that she will head over to her house immediately but Freya was so intelligent, instead, she took another route hoping to see them come after her. While she was driving and often watching her back through the side mirror to see if they were still coming from behind, tears Keep coating her eyes then she wiped them off with the back of her hand as much keep rolling down her cheeks. 

"I must avenge sevenfold Bob, for what you did to my best friend. I'm so sorry Barney, I'm sorry to see you die this way, but I promise to avenge your death no matter what". she lamented. 

When Bob and his thugs realized that she had escaped, they changed their mind from chasing after Freya. Now, they took another shorter route to her parents house downtown about an hour drive. A new strategy to create diffusion and distraction to prevent her from exposing his murderous act before the public and then the state government will coming after him next.