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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 40:{ Demands declined}
{ Mac Allister}About 4 hours left since I came across stranger who claimed to be my brother. I feel betrayed by my late dad and mum, who did not tell me this truth. Eventually, I asked if what he was saying was true. I wouldn't forgive my mum and my late dad.I needed to ask my mum some questions, so I got off of my bed and put on a Hawaiian T-shirt before exiting my room. I adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Bruno's reflection standing beside my car. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on my mind as I prepared to face yet another threat to my empire. Bruno, my trusted confidant, stood at the ready, awaiting my command."No, Bruno, your service won't be needed right now," I informed him, my voice conveying a mix of concern and determination. Starting the car, I felt its engine roar to life, and I firmly gripped the steering wheel. Time was of the essence; there was no room for delay.As I pulled out of the car park, the familiar sights of my estate faded
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 41:{ Escape}
{Abebi}"Your fate has been sealed,"" the negotiations fail,""You have barely two hours left," Lorenzo sneered, his voice laced with malice. The words hung in the air, ominous and filled with impending doom. Every fibre of my being screamed for escape, but the restraints that bound me to the chair only served to emphasize my helplessness.Desperation seeped into my voice as I mustered the strength to respond. "I can negotiate. I have the money," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. I hoped that somehow my offer could sway his merciless heart, that my life could be spared.Lorenzo's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Your money is worthless to me," he declared coldly, his eyes gleaming with a sinister resolve. It became painfully clear that this was about more than mere financial gain. There was a deep-rooted vendetta driving his actions, a quest to restore his lost honor.The realization left me reeling, my min
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 42:{ Deligence}
{Mac Allister }I groaned as the loud ringtone pierced through the silence of my bedroom. Rubbing my temples, I stumbled out of bed and reached for my phone. Irritation filled me as I saw the name displayed on the screen—Lorenzo.Reluctantly, I answered the call, my voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Hello," I muttered."Mac Allister," Lorenzo's voice sneered from the other end of the line. The sound of his voice sent a surge of anger through me. How dare he intrude upon my peace?"I told you I am not sending you a dime," I snapped, my frustration palpable. "She means nothing to me."Lorenzo's reply was laced with venom, his words dripping with malice. "She escaped our grasp, but we are coming for her—and then for you."The threat hung in the air, and my anger intensified. Without another word, I abruptly ended the call, my fingers slamming down on the screen. The room fell into silence once more, but my mind was restless.I returned to my bed, lying down.I groaned as my phon
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 43:{Bossy}
{Abebi}Sitting in my office, the rhythmic beats of music floating in the background, I received an incoming call. It was Camelia, my trusted associate. I lowered the volume of the sound system and answered the call."Hello, boss. Your in-laws just checked into the building," Camelia informed me. "They are asking for you," she added."Bring them to my office," I replied, acknowledging the urgency in her voice. Ending the call, I composed myself and prepared to receive my guests.Within minutes, Camelia appeared at the door of my office, accompanied by an elderly man and woman.They exuded a sense of authority and wisdom. A smile graced my face as I rose from my chair to greet them."Welcome to Felixco Bar," I greeted them warmly, my voice filled with genuine warmth. "Please, have a seat," I gestured towards the plush chairs in front of my desk, inviting them to make themselves comfortable.As they settled into their seats, I observed their expressions, noting a mix of curiosity and e
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 44:{Brother in Arm}
{Abebi}"What took you so long?" I teased, a playful smile dancing on my lips. Tony settled into his seat, his grin betraying his amusement. I couldn't help but notice his gaze lingering on my revealing attire—a deliberate choice to attract his attention."Ada issue, right?" I said, addressing his unspoken question. Tony's expression softened, understanding the weight of the situation. His playful demeanor gave way to a more serious tone."If you're here to mock me, I should go now," Tony retorted, attempting to mask his vulnerability. But I knew better."I have a proposal for you, brother," I said, sliding a paper across the table. Tony took a few moments to read through the document, his eyes widening with each passing word."You don't mean it," Tony uttered, a mix of disbelief and excitement coloring his voice. The implications of the proposal were far-reaching, promising a future that seemed almost too good to be true."There are conditions," I stated firmly, reminding Tony that
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 45{The death of "angel of death"}
{Abebi }( the next morning)I walked into Felixco Bar with my brother Tony by my side. The atmosphere was lively, and Camelia greeted us warmly. "Good morning, Camelia," I responded with a smile. Tony and I then made our way through a narrow door that led us to Felixco Wine Factory. The workers inside paused their tasks, their attention drawn to our presence.Taking a moment to gather their focus, I cleared my throat and addressed them. "Hello, everyone," I began, projecting my voice to ensure all could hear. The workers shifted, giving their full attention."This is Tony," I introduced him, gesturing towards my brother. "He will be your new coordinator."I emphasized the importance of respecting Tony, stating clearly, "Any disrespect towards him is, in essence, disrespect towards me." The workers exchanged glances, acknowledging the gravity of my words. I wanted them to understand the significance of their behavior and the unity required for our collective success.Drawing their
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAPTER 46:{ The mafia way}
{Mac Allister}I entered the hospital room, holding a beautiful rose, my mother's favorite flower. "Good morning," I greeted her, offering the flower with a smile. She replied in kind, acknowledging my presence. I couldn't help but notice the newspaper lying on the table next to her bed, and a frown formed on my face."How is your body?" I asked, concerned about her well-being. She assured me that she was gradually getting better. However, my frustration surfaced as I noticed the negative newsprint in the room. "Mom, I've told you to stay away from the news. Negative news isn't good for your health," I scolded gently.But she seemed determined to share something with me. "Have you read the newspaper?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Surprised, I responded, "Hmm, no, Mom. I've been preoccupied with worrying about you. I have had little time for anything else.Then she revealed the reason for her insistence. "Angel of Death is dead," she declared, r
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 47:{ The meeting}
{Mac Allister}The scorching sun beat down on the tar road, its rays casting an unforgiving glare. With a sense of urgency, I voiced my concern to Bruno about not missing the designated track. He focused on the map displayed on the phone screen, navigating our way through the bustling traffic.As we sped past cars, our speedometer pushing its limits, a sudden halt came upon us at a traffic light. The abrupt stop caught us off guard, and I could feel the tension mounting in the air. Before I could react, a massive trailer emerged from the side of the road, colliding with our car. The impact sent our vehicle tumbling down the side of the road, careening until it landed in a flat expanse at the bottom of the valley.In the aftermath, our car lay upside-down, its metal structure twisted and mangled. Bruno and I found ourselves hanging upside-down from our seat belts, disoriented and trapped. It was a dire situation, made worse by the approaching figure of a man. The glint of a 44-magnum
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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 79:{Death of a king}
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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 78:{ A king is born}
{Abebi}{ Thursday {morning }I sat on my bed, my head resting on the pillow, enjoying the peacefulness of my room. Suddenly, Tony burst into my room, his face filled with sadness and despair. My heart sank at the sight of his expression."What happened, Tony? Why are you so sad?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry. The cold air blew through the room, adding a chill to the already heavy atmosphere."There was an explosion at the cathedral," Tony said, his voice strained. "Everyone is dead, including Mateo."My breath caught in my throat, and a scream of anguish escaped my lips. The news hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with overwhelming force. Mateo, my dear brother, was gone in an instant. The tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the magnitude of the tragedy.I reached out to hold Tony's hand, finding solace in our shared grief. The plastic chair creaked under his weight as he sat down, weariness etched across his face. We were both grappling with the
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 77:{ Ash Wednesday}
{Mac Allister}{Wednesday } 9 am"Hey, where are you going?" a church guard inquired, his eyes fixed on the substance concealed under the blue nylon in my hands. I maintained a composed demeanor, knowing that my every move and response were critical."Just want to see the father," I replied confidently, attempting to divert the guard's attention from the suspicious package.Curiosity getting the better of him, the guard insisted, "What is inside the bag?"I hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing my words. "Take a look. It's simply a gift for the father," I said, my voice calm and convincing.The guard cautiously reached out, his hand grasping the blue nylon as he pulled it open to inspect its contents. His eyes fell upon the innocuous sight of a neatly packaged bundle of bread, seemingly harmless and ordinary."Alright, move on," the guard permitted, satisfied with my response. I nodded in gratitude and continued my journey into the church.As I entered, the soft flickering glow
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 76:{ the heresy of the heretic}
{Mac Allister}"Oh Rogo, don't you know it's night?" I gently pushed my loyal dog off the bed. Rogo obediently trotted away, his tail wagging with a hint of sadness. I drew my eyes to the parcel he had brought me, and I reached out to grab it. "Thank you, boy," I murmured, patting Rogo's head as he eagerly licked my hand.As I read the words on the card that emerged from the parcel, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. "Wow, Tommy's burial," I said to myself, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of my lips. This was an unexpected opportunity, a chance to finally settle the score with Tommy and the other Mafia Dons who had dared to disrespect me.I switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The soft glow of the moon peeked through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room. I settled back into my bed; the warmth enveloping me, and Rogo nestled by my side, his loyal presence bringing me comfort.{Tuesday}The morning sunlight bathed the world in a
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 75:{ we are family}
{Abebi}I sat behind my desk, the glass background offering a view of the bustling city streets below. The tiny artwork on the table depicted wine being poured into a cup, a poignant reminder of the business that had brought my family success and now seemed to slip away. Mateo and Camelia sat across from me, their presence a painful reminder of the betrayals I had recently discovered.My eyes scanned the paper in front of me, though my mind was consumed with a mixture of disappointment and concern. "Our market value has fallen," I said, my voice heavy with sadness. I looked up from the paper, locking my eyes with Mateo. "How long have you shut down the factory?" I asked, a sense of urgency creeping into my tone.Mateo hesitated, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the words. I could see the weight of his actions weighed heavily on him. "Ah, hmm," he stammered, his gaze shifting uncomfortably. But I would not let him off the hook that easily. "I want nothing but the truth,"
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 74:{ Carelessness}
{Abebi}I lay in my bed, my hands gently caressing my growing baby bump. It was seven months now, and I could feel the baby's movements, a comforting reminder of the life growing within me. My gaze shifted to the large painting hanging on the wall, depicting a crowned figure. It reminded me of the responsibilities that awaited me as the new leader.The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. Books lined the shelves of my little library, and my reading desk beckoned me with unfinished manuscripts. The melodious chirping of birds reached my ears from the back of the house, adding a touch of serenity to the moment.Suddenly, the door swung open, breaking into my reverie. Mateo, my brother, barged into the room, his face filled with urgency. "Have you checked the news?" he exclaimed, tossing a newspaper towards me.I caught the newspaper, the crinkling sound echoing in the room. Unfolding it, I skimmed the headlines, my eyes scanning for any signif
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 73:{ men's in wheelchairs}
{Mac Allister}{2 months later}Sitting alone in my bed with my rogo, memories of what transpired between me and Abebi came recalling always in my mind. I can remember about 4 mafia Dons voted for me in the Babylon Tower, but the problem is I don't know who they are. My stripper spies have failed to give me concrete information. I guess the mafia truly hold to their secrecy about who they vote for.As I gently tapped my dog on the head, the familiar ringtone pierced through the silence. I reached for my phone and answered, "Hello, Jane.""Hello, Don," Jane replied at the other end of the line."You failed. You were unable to eliminate Fico," I said with a hint of disappointment, my voice laced with frustration. My dog attempted to lick my face, and I instinctively pushed it away."I am sorry, Don. Fico proved to be a formidable target," Jane responded, her voice tinged with remorse."Well, I hope you have something more reliable this time," I said, eager to hear any information tha
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 72:{ Broken heart}
{Abebi}I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I stood before the assembled mafia Dons. The weight of their expectations and the responsibility that now rested upon my shoulders became palpable. Tommy's words reverberated in my ears as he emphasized the importance of protecting my business ventures and the need for consent before anyone dared to cross those boundaries. It was a powerful statement, setting the tone for my reign as the Mistress of Death and asserting my authority over the criminal underworld.As the lady distributed the blue-colored papers to each Don, I watched their expressions closely, knowing that the contents of those documents held the blueprint for our future operations. It was a pivotal moment, as we collectively embraced a new mode of operation—one that would define our path forward.At that moment, my gaze met Mac Allister's disappointed eyes. I could sense the conflict within him, torn between loyalty to his family name and the changing tides of our o
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 71:{The Dark room: The mistress of death}
{Mac Allister }{Twenty minutes earlier}I parked my G-Wagon in the designated spot at the Babylon Tower. The full moon illuminated the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. Its radiant light seemed to bless this pivotal moment, as if bearing witness to the events that were about to unfold.Approaching the entrance of the hall, a man stationed there acknowledged my presence with a respectful nod. "The great Allister," he said, his voice carrying a hint of awe. I acknowledged his greeting with a brief nod of my own, maintaining an air of confidence and authority.Reaching into the depths of my pocket, I retrieved a golden coin, a symbol of my status and power within the underworld. With a deft flick of my wrist, I tossed the coin into the waiting bucket suspended by a chain, signifying my acceptance and participation in the proceedings.The hall was bathed in a soft, moonlit glow, creating an ambience that seemed both ominous and captivating. The air crackled wit
