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2021-04-10 05:55:17"Five guys got shot downtown, in front of Vibez last night," Mike whispered as he cleaned his shoes.
"Vibes? The night club?" Kunle asked.
"How many Vibez do you know, fool?" Mike replied, trying to lower his voice so that his mother wouldn't hear them in the other room.
"That's Seavile boys territory. I guess Kaz finally got the word to deal with them after all," Kunle mumbled. He gave Mike a stare.
"Bro you know I'm not gonna be yapping Kaz's business to anybody," Mike quickly reassured him.
"I know I can trust you, Mike but you know you got a big mouth," he smirked mischievously.
"Boy, shut your mouth up!" Mike started laughing.
"What are you boys laughing about?"
Mike's mom was already in the room before they noticed. They both stopped talking.
"Nothing," they both chorused.
She stared at them for a moment, shook her head, and walked back to the other room to continued her discussions with her friend.
"Man, your mom is like a ninja or something," Kunle whispered.
"I agree, bro."
"Well, I gotta go get ready for Titi's party."
"Don't you mean her daddy's party? You do know he's the head of the Sarumki family?"
Yeah, I know. Her surname is Sarumki after all.
Mike's mom screamed his name and he got up reluctantly. His mom was with her friend, Mrs. Williams and he hated the woman's guts.
"Ma!" he responded, squeezing his face in anger.
"Well, I'll see you around, mama's boy," Kunle laughed as he climbed out the window.
"Must you always climb out the fucking window, Kunle?"
"Boy, I am not about to witness another conversation between your mom and her nosey friend,"
Kunle climbed down the window and Chuks was already waiting with his bike.
"God this guy is unbelievable!"
Chuks started the engine and they zoomed off. Kunle thought they were going home but Chuks headed downtown.
"What the hell, Chuks?"
Chuks didn't respond to his complaints. He continued riding the bike at full speed.
Chuks, slow the hell down before you get us killed!
Chuks smiled awkwardly but he continued speeding. They got to a restaurant with a giant signboard that said Tonny's on the building.
What the hell are we doing here, Chuks?
Chuks ignored his question. He picked up a baseball bat he had tied to the back of the bike and threes it at him. He nodded his head and walked into the restaurant and Kunle followed him reluctantly.
Chuks led him through the back door although there was a sign that said employees only on it. Immediately they got to the back room a man started shouting curses at them.
"You mute son of a bitch! Go back and tell your brother that I am with the Seavile boys now and don't come back here!"
Chuks looked back at Kunle and smiled as if the man's resistance excited him.
"Oh shit," Kunle groaned.
He looked back at the man and his stare alone must have sent the man a message he understood very well.
"Fuck them up!" he ordered his men.
The men came at them, all five of them. Chuks unsheathed his sword and the men became reluctant.
"Are you cowards afraid of a dumb kid with a sword? The sword is not even sharp. Ten grand for anyone of you fools who fucks those kids up real good!"
This motivated one of them and he attacked Chuks with a frying pan. He swung the frying pan at him and in a quick counter, Chuks dodged his blow and slashed off his hand.
"Oh fuck!" Kunle screamed.
The man fell to the ground and started screaming, blood gushing out of his wound.
The boss ran and the other four men followed him. Chuks looked back at Kunle, slashes of blood on his face and clothes. He went after them and Kunle followed.
"What the hell is going on," Kunle thought to himself.
The men ran out of the back of the restaurant which led into the street. The last man to got out of the door was unfortunate. Chuks caught up to him and slashed off his left leg. The man gave a painful cry and fell to the ground. The boss looked back and lost control of his legs. He fell violently on his face and struggled to get back on his feet.
"Wait for me, you fools!" he screamed at his men.
"Sorry boss but im not getting cut up by a crazy kid with a sword. I didn't sign up for this shit!" One of the men shouted and they continued running, leaving their boss to his fate.
The boss limped for a moment screaming curses at them, then he finally stopped and sat down.
Chuks and Kunle walked up to him. He was so scared his trousers got wet.
"What the hell, man. You're pissing your pants?" Kunle said.
Chuks started laughing loudly. He laughed so hard his stomach started to hurt.
"Yeah go on and laugh, you crazy kids. Tell your brother I got the message. You fucked up two of my men, they probably won't make it."
"Yeah well, you brought this on yourself, Tonny. Nobody fucks with the Warlords. Pay your tax or next time he won't stop," Kunle said and looked at Chuks who was still laughing. Chuks nodded his head in agreement and turned back, leaving the man there in the street.
"Next time you want me to come with you on one of your missions you better tell me first. What if they had guns! We should prepare before doing something like this"
Chuks nodded in agreement and continues laughing, gesticulating how Tonny pissed his pants.
"You are crazy, you know that? And you're gonna make us get late to Titi's party," Kunle started laughing too.
They got back to the bike and Chuks lit a cigarette, he offered Kunle one but he refused.
"I didn't know you smoked, Chuks. Those things will kill you."
Chuks tossed the cigarette to the ground, started the bike and they zoomed off.
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