I was shot multiple times, I lay down bleeding profusely I had to apply pressure on my leaking wounds, groaning in agony, my vision impaired, I can't see straight, my head feels kind of light , images of people , and flashing lights all move in chromatic blur.
An Italian woman at the corner was talking to Mr burns in heavy Italian accent telling him that unknown gun men had shot me and they long fled and disappeared from the scene, he was asking if I was took part in any of it , he expects her to rat me out that I fired my gun at them too, I hate him alot , I hate his guts ,he is an old detective in charge of my dad's case , at least must have served the CID in homicide department for at least 12 years by now , by the way ,allow me to introduce myself, my name is Rodney Adams.
My father Deco Adams has left me quite a fortune before his demise , not so much fortune to spend carelessly but enough to establish something and shortly after i lost my mom in a brief illness I knew I had to take destiny into my own hands, I am not excited or particularly too enthusiastic when it comes to education so I decided to establish something nice so I built a nice, cosy exotic place bar, where people around would have breakfast in the morning and drink in the evening . My dad had an expensive collection of exotic cars , he left me a Ferrari car and a posh car. I don't think I like the posh car much so I sold it to a Brit next door , in my bank account I had close to five hundred thousand bucks.

My spot is known as the Deco bar I name it after my father, the deco bar is located at the opposite side next to tropical isle. I watch people come in and go out , personally I don't mind group seatings and get together, dates , and all that, but lately things changed.
On Fridays you would see Trent Rezner perform his songs, and the people around will clap for him and shake his hands after the show. Few celebrities would patronize me and we take a couple of pictures, just last week I met Tim Williamson and Sandra bullocks both resides in New Orleans, I was told Lil Wayne just passed my bar I didn't get to kill myself over him but the girls who saw him took pictures the ones who didn't almost committed suicide


As I was saying I was shot and a young Asian girl in her teens who by the way I can guess she was going hysterical screaming in language no one can understand, the police man interrogating her got fed up, both parties are clearly not getting along, he should have known better than interrogating a stranger in New Orleans.

Here am i lying down close to the entrance of my bar formally where all my customers relax without the fear of been shot, how did all this happen?,

oh yes,

The lady I once loved, the bella mafia , my enstrangled ex girlfriend Bettina Stefano did all this, I thought she was declared dead who then next in hierarchy could organise a hit.

This was an failed assassination ploy the bullet was sent from her to me I saw this coming, I saved her life once even though she put me through hell, I got in the way, gang rival clash can be complex, there are times when you best ally would turn on you, and there are times enemies turn to your best allies, it's all politicking , it's all a gamble. Hopefully my shooter have really fled the scene before I started moving, I played dead for a while before i started groaning , people who had random shots at the entrance of my bar all lay flat, some used the cars to shield themselves from stray bullet, the fact was there was nothing stray about those bullets, it was an intent hit from a professional shooter because he aimed for the chest, I already was ready but I wore a bullet proof vest , he got my left arm and below my groin area , he really sprayed that Uzi with enthusiasm, and drive away, most of it caught the glass on the entrance and car.


I was in shock and I probably expected it , I know it sounds crazy, but alot of this has happened lately, two gangs where patronizing my bar , they were probably feuding , how should I know how gangs operate ?!, I dont care about such things , I shouldn't have taken sides but that's what happens when a woman related to any gang member finds her way into your heart , a piece of advice buddy , move out or get strapped.

I think I choose side,

I wasn't so sure ,

but I did,

I wasn't a member of any gang so to say, I was just associating with them for protection.
I should have sold my business then skipped town even when I knew Sofia Stefano and Bettina were both blood sisters jealousy is the flame alighted by the devil himself, anyways Sofia was killed the eve we wanted to get married Bettina knows about it, we met at Las vegas. I think we shared a very special moment we often talked about how we would leave New Orleans, and travel to Brazil, buy a yacht and have lots of sex. She was poisoned by her own blood sister who was madly in love with me, if I hadn't gotten my self in a gang mess , maybe all this wouldn't have happened at all, I met people, I wanted fame,
I have seen alot of men in groups patronize my bar, probably I still live in the shadow of my dad's past glory for me it was just customer related business.
I got mixed up with gang feud, I even got myself involved in a heist, I robbed the bullion van , I robbed the gang, all of it was me , the days of glory, until i got so deep in it. I hope my cousin Frank forgives me in his heart, he is dead too, if it wasn't for my mistakes maybe he won't have been dead or have gone to jail.


I have about 50 million worth of cocaine hidden in my possession, it belongs to Oregon gang , there is this feud going on , and it's related to the missing dope and cash. I kept the money in my safe it's about 10 million dollars cash Bettina stole from her father's gang the Oregon boys , at least she did it for love , I wished I loved her that much , the cops , interrogates me often but I wouldn't give them any information, now am a fugitive, nobody double crosses the cartel and lives to tell the tale, I was supposed to see all things I did in this life played out in few minutes before I died , at least that's what I heard dying feels like , you see a dark tunnel then or probably an angel in white , handing you some weed or crack then telling you there is a better place where it is found for free I don't know but I don't do any of those religious stuff any more than I visit the brothel. My dad is Catholic so that makes me one , I see the priest once in a while , but since I didn't see any of these , and I can manage to see the teen Asian girl , that means am still alive

I can see a fat pig holding his fingers at my face , calling onto me ,
Rodney , Rodney , are you there ?,
where else would I be ?,
who do you think shot you? , Oregon gang?, how do you expect me to say anything? I am shot, why can't he see that ?, dry tongue I replied him fat Larry you do know am shot right ?, Anyways,
we call the cops , pigs around here am not too excited about seeing them and receiving a life killing lectures about how Deco Adams was a good man , I hadn't mustered enough strength in me to curse the fat cop , As I was placed on a stretcher and rolled into an ambulance , I spot someone wrapped into a body bag , someone was hit alright, but the fat cop wouldn't bulge from my sight , he asked if I was alright, how cute , I smiled weakly and gave him the middle finger , bravo what an award winning gesture for a dying man, I blacked out.



I wasn't dead , I was taken to the hospital, and the perimeter where I was admitted was sealed , I was kept from receiving visitors , only those with special permission from the mayor can visit me, he is also a gang member.
He told me I will be snuggled out of the city and that I shouldn't be surprised, at the turn of events , indeed I was moved away , the night before I was moved , I managed to open the window and peeped down I was hearing noise and flashing lights those are the paparazzi, unbelievable I had finally become famous , than my father Deco Adams, I smiled and went back to bed, for now I need my strength, I think I might just pull another stunt but let me recall the story of how all this started

Chapter 2
Sweet taste of revenge

My name is Rodney Adams son of late Deco Adams , I lived a quiet life and never showed off ,high school was fun, I have been with different girls behind my locker room, necking and horsing around , I avoided the gangs anywhere I find my self , I don't associate or even show off , I once saw gang members rough up a boy, he did a loan shark , and never returned it and I kind of wanted to horse around with this hot chick some how , we saw this guy , been roughed up and I hid and watched, bunch of creepy boys wearing same black jacket, It was traumatizing , anyways the hot chick i was horsing around with was dating one of the guy , she said she loves to see boys fight, that was why she dated him, she even tried to introduce me to him, neither of us was interested in knowing ourselves. since then I have been avoiding her, anyways I was drafted and was suppose to join the American Football collegue but that very night my dad Deco Adams was stabbed multiple times, they claimed he was stabbed by high way robbers, some said the culprit was a serial killer, the police sold the story, as years goes by cops kept packing near the school premises to watch out for me , I don't even know what that means , I clearly don't need protection of some sort, my high school friends avoided me like a plague and my mother wasnt having it , she withdrew me from college, father owns a debt my mother won't explain to me , it wasn't on legal terms ,because for some reasons my dad left seven hundred thousand dollars in my savings account which I can access when am grown , my dad's lawyer held on to it till I turned twenty five years of age, my father wants me to have the money when am a man but my mother was sick I couldn't afford her medical bills , I called on phone complained to him and he asked me to come and see him , and we both signed a document stating I now have access to my fund, I paid her medical bills but unfortunately, mother couldn't make it , I felt like my world is crashing , I didn't know what to do anymore , she was my strength, she wanted me to owe a business , she wanted me independent and always told me to be my own boss and take charge so I decided to open a bar named after my late dad, I called it Deco bar, located at 26th Bourbon Street it was located on the opposite Trophical Isle in New Orleans, I didn't know my dad was well known in a gang that runs a channel from other parts of United States to New Orleans he belonged to the Creek Mafia whose connection was in conjunction with 10th and Oregon crew.

I later found out the hard way, I opened my bar it's exotic and cosy ,on a low profile, in several occasions celebrities come in to check it out, my bar was mostly patronized by men in suits or group of me who loved holding meetings in low tones, I don't allow students in my cafe the menu is too expensive and out of thier grasp but I intend to keep it that way I don't want the cops barging in on me to ask about teenagers for Christ sakes , I decorated the bar with cushions demarcated with tables , I used chandeliers for lights, I have a dark corner illuminated with blue dim lights , two separated cushions facing each other demarcated by a big round table made of thick glass , nobody notices the television screen , they focus on music I do enjoy the classics , it's peaceful and this set of men love to patronize my bar , I don't mind the personalities much , I do mind the money , celebrities come in once in a while , that is when I see rich boys at my age come in with thier identity cards and thier hot babes , to watch the Friday night performance mostly Trent Rezner performs country song , while men who wants thier identity hidden sit at the blue light section smokin thier Cuban cigars, that seat is expensive during Friday night show , they hang around till early mid morning before they leave.

I once stumbled across Sandra bullocks , I didn't do much but smiled in a flirting manner , she returns my smile ,and kept moving I yelled at her to patronize my bar , she nods but I don't see her she's a busy woman I guess.
John Goodman was the next actor I saw nice good , I think he's kinda goofy while trying to crack jokes , swell actor he patronized my bar twice and I hadn't seen him he said he was working on a big movie , I told him to drop by and invite me for the movie premier.

The next bunch of actors I saw on Saturday night comedy night I hosted in my bar was Tim Williamson and Burnell Cotton swell guys and they boasted my bar ratings and I raised both the price and standard, then expand the bar and bought the up floor of the building ,I built a spiral step that leads up straight to the VIP section , it was then I received very unusual guest, they came in late in the night , one of them was a cop and smiled at me and shook hands he calls me Young Adams , how did he know my name , he told me he knew my late father , that they where school buddies, and he told me he was having a meeting tonight with his business associates and I should hurry up to meet his men, that they have specifically request to shake hands with me , I thought to myself, who are these men I checked my watch it was precisely 10:45pm whatever this men want at this ungodly hour I surely know it's not good , I have long dismissed my Cousin Frank he works for me and he's five years young than me , he looks up to me.
I wanted to come up as requested I have to wash my hair and put on a clean shirt grabbed some bottle of bourbon and some Cuban cigars and glasses put them in tray and started heading up to meet this men.



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I finally brought the order , placed it on the table and the bouncers signaled me to back off , I gave them a few inches of gap, I stepped aside and allow the two elderly men stare into each other like it was a staring contest, I had an uneasy feeling cos clearly the men sits opposite each and group of boys standing behind them all well dressed in suit , had Rolex watches on, and all the whole time nobody said a word , I figured out I should talk to the cop who summoned me , at least he's the only familiar face , I have seen him once during a case someone was shot at tropical isle lane opposite my shop, it was raining that day , I spotted him going to shops near by for interrogation and investigation , he never came around mine , and soon the case was dismissed as a hit and run case , some many similar cases were shoved under the shelf , you know what they say about New Orleans , the city that care forgot. Nobody really care much all that matters is get rich or die trying.

I broke the silence , sir you sent for me I spoke up and all eyes was on me.

The man who ordered me attend to the guest spoke , am Mr. Roger Federico , a detective and am in charge of the operation tonight , he spoke

What operation?, I asked , I was beginning to get jittery this is a gathering of gangs my mind figured out and my place is the meeting point they suddenly looked familiar to me now.

This boy should know when to speak the older man sitting at the right corner of the cushion spoke.

I apologise on his behalf Mr. Federico replied , this is late Deco Adams son ; and you think we don't know that for a fact and decided to come here, the short man on the left interjected.

He looked at me in the eyes , we came here to make plans to get good money and if you mess this up , I would cut you up in pieces and deliver them to the meat store next yards , do you understand young mr. Adams ,
I nodded with fear.

He began his speech eloquently, my name is Mr. Ivan Stefano leader or Oregon boys gang , we and other small gang , together formed the 10th and Oregon crew , the Creek Mafia is affiliated with us that was the gang your late father belonged to, we are one family and we remain united at this course until , we are double crossed , we don't like that very much do we Mr. Federico, the police man fixed his eyes on me , with a dark grim expression , no sir , we don't.

He continued , standing on my right is Tommy the machine gun , he has love and passion for shooting things , I best assure you that he shoots and hardly misses then next to him is Jason Gallo he is good with hacking into system, remarkable young man like you who had the ability to hack into locks , safe codes , bank codes , and computers ,he is good at sourcing vital information he's my spy and my prized asset here is Don Russo , he is the Sicilian champion for the middle weight belt, you might wanna watch your tongue around him, then sitting on my left is good old Joe Melino my second in command to my tuff, his dad was a former bank manager for Capital one bank , we are here to make plans with the rival gangs seating at my left , on how to intercept and rob a bullion van carrying cash from capital one bank to a bigger branch in town.
my heart skipped a beat , and suddenly I started to break a sweat , these are two different group of mafias joining resources to host pull a heist and am caught up in the mix how did I get here ?! , as I as thinking out loud with a sudden migraine, I rubbed my fore head and was brought back from reality when Mr Federico placed a revolver of the middle of the white plain sheet spread across the table , which am just noticing it's a drawn map of what the city looks like , I became confused the sound of the weapon placed on the table brought me back from deep thinking to reality I just realized am not a part of this unholy gathering, how do I pull out of all this?, I don't want to die I heard once you refuse to do the biddings of a gang , you could just disappear and nobody would even ask what happened to you in New Orleans.

The other gang leader was puffy beefy stout looking of a man , he extinguished his cigar , the thick fog from the gay of the the cigar which overwhelmed my nostrils and I felt sleepy suddenly , I didn't want a part of this .
He looked at me , what is your name boy?

I hate been referred as a boy ,

my name is Rodney Adams ,

I run this place ,

I am not a boy , am a grown ass man,

He smiled , and reply we shall see to that. I don't understand what he meant but I don't like the way he said it.
I am Marco Giovanni leader of the Scully gang , with me are Benny Rossolino member of 39er gang in 9th ward , he is jointly , a member for this operation , he denounced been member of the 39er gang and swore his loyalty to me , then this is young Memphis he's in charge of my drugs store , then this is Mark Ogera , my boy I raised him up and last but not the least , this one might interest you for a minute , if you don't mind , this is Prince the Petty robber , quick swift , efficient but brainless at most times.

Mr Federico can you please hand over that gun for a minute please.

My heart started to pound I feel it's going to pop out and drop on the floor any moment.

Here sir , Federico hands over the gun and take a step back, Mr Marco Giovanni pointed it right at me , I froze , my legs couldn't move , it was only in movie I see gun pointed at someone like that.

You see Mr Adams I know your father quiet too well , I was never really fond of members of opposite gangs frankly , but he saved my daughter's life ,she was about to be raped and killed in a lonely alley , your father was coming back from a heist he pulled off , he spotted a guy harrasing and molesting a teenage girl, down the dark alley and nobody insight to help out, her cries must have attracted him bless his soul there is still sense of humanity and compassion so he told his driver to stop when he spotted what was going on , he stepped out and went to stop the culprit who ever he was , the culprit stabbed your father multiple times and ran away , during the cause of his struggle , he managed to snatch the person's wallet without the culprit's knowledge and all this happened right under my tuff , my daughter came home assaulted and nearly raped she was a virgin.

I took my time and patience , did my research with cops and anything I could find in the streets to find out the truth , and all this while the person had been with me.

I wanted the case closed to save my daughter's face , the shame is what she won't tolerate, so I asked them to paint it as a gang related case , I kept the identity card found on your father's body to myself and the cops who did the investigation was paid off , I have never for once brought it up , we burried the hatchet because it would have caused a tough war in this hood, but I assure you, I have your father's murderer here with me , with that he turned his gun and fired Da prince on his both legs , he fell down screaming in shock , while Mr Federico rushed and stuffed rags in his mouth and used a thick tape and secured his mouth for a moment.
Mr Ivan and the Oregon gangs didn't move a muscle , they watched on with grim smiles, they are glad , revenge is like bitter Sweet taste , you feel good doing it and feel bad after the act.

Mr. Giovanni placed the gun on the table.
You said something about been a man didn't you boy , why don't you pick up the gun and finish him , your father would be happy, Oregon gang would be happy , at least he is an associate, we all want things balanced on scale , it's your call , is it gonna be him , or is it gonna be you who dies tonight.

I found my tongue , you say he killed my father , at least give him the chance to speak , Mr Federico cast a glance at Mr Giovanni who nodded slightly , they both speak with just eye balling each other, so strange but cute.
He removed the duct tape from the mouth of Da prince, he spoke up fast.
no I didn't ,

I didn't kill your father,

you've got the wrong lad,

Mr. Giovanni dropped an identity card and it's strikes a semblance with Da prince , he dashed towards the gun, but I was faster my legs wasnt shot or anything , I picked it up and he locked his arms around me , I elbowed him , so hard on his face he lost balance and fell with me the gun fell off my grip , we both crawled at this direction of the gun, I reached it first , he grabbed my leg , I kicked hard and he lost balance and crashed into the flower pot I kept , an expensive giant vase by the way , I stood up and pointed it at him ,
Did you kill a man in the dark Alley or not,
speak up,
He was wide eyed , petrified with fear, nobody loves gun pointed at thier face,
please,
please,
I am sorry was all I heard.
I pulled the trigger,
His body drops and hit the floor with an heavy thud , the bullet hit him on his chest, with his eyes wide open I knew he was dead. Mr Federico stepped forward and covered his eyes with an handkerchief, and walked back to his standing quietly.
For a moment my senses was numb, I was shocked and wondering if I did the right thing in avenging my father's death, I should have let go but the mafias didn't give me much of a choice , not killing him means my own demise since I have known too much already, I slowly kept the pistol on the table.

Mr. Ivan smiled and pointed at me this one is like his father , he's really Deco Adams son, he saved us all blood shed tonight , we knew Adam's killer was under your protection Mr Giovanni. He is not now , he is under God's arms , they both laughed like hyenas , what a great sense of humor , I just killed someone and there is a body in my Cafe and all they do is laugh.
I was handed over a band new Rolex watch I was welcomed with hand shake , they told me am not a member yet but by association I am, because I would be accommodating them here anytime a meeting needs to be held since I had no surveillance or CCTV planted somewhere, then my place should be thier meeting grounds , like thier second home.
I saw the blue print of the robbery to be held next week.
The blueprint includes , the whole city's route,
the easy route to the bank, roads where traffic is heavy and should be avoided and places where they would use as diversion , to cause mayhem , so that the police men would be fooled , it's just a decoy used, while a gang is busy causing mayhem the other gang would rob the bullion van with cash from Capital one bank.
The Oregon boys are to lead in the heist , and would be supplied weapons based on Mr Federico connections he made with a known drug cartel gang executioner of the La Costra Nostra gang his name is Karl Mellino he suppose to supply sophisticated weapons the next morning ,which includes guns, grenades and an RPG.
While the Scully gangs will be used as decoy to cause hold up in the city , led by Young Memphis , Benny Rossolino will go with Oregon boys to monitor the progress of the robbery and the amount stolen while my Job is to act as the witness to the shared bounty after the robbery.
The mafias told me that they would assembly in the morning a week today for the robbery, they all bid me good bye and gave Mr Federico Twenty thousand grand to clean up the place and tag it a robbery case , and he should do the paper works since his gun was used for killing Da prince.

I was paid ten grand to keep as compensation and rental services.

Shortly after they left , Mr Federico wiped my finger print from his gun with a fluid , and he
made me slash my arm with knife , although it wasn't so deep and made me lay down, we rehearsed our lies , until he was satisfied before he radioed for back up.

Soon the ambulance had arrived and he did the whole interview, of how I was robbed, According to his story which was a lie by the way was that he came in late to have coffee and he went gone to the toilet to pee , and came out to interrupt a robbery in progress , I play the victim quiet well am sure of winning an Oscar award based on my acting.

I was rushed to the hospital as soon as my cousin , Frank got call that I was involved in a robbery incident he rushed to the scene and he hugged me on the ambulance bed , he was scared , poor boy.
I narrated my story and got first aid treatment on the ambulance, I assured them am fine,
the criminal investigation department took my statement , and I was discharged to go home with my cousin.
Mr Federico scored high tonight, the people will see him as a hero, tomorrow morning on papers.

Chapter 3
Learn life the hard way

I still dream about the face of the man who shanked my late father , I see his wild bloody scary face as I shot him dead in my bar , only that in real life , his face wasn't that scary, wait a minute, indeed it was scary.
I dreamt about mom sometimes but not that very much , don't get me wrong she's a sweetheart I miss her alot, but this was my first kill I thought I would feel better, but I was wrong, I was outrightly depressed as hell.
I need to put myself together , because a big heist is coming up and I don't need to be sloppy, I am not weak , I decided to go fix myself a drink, a scotch would do and a strong ale added to it , I went up to my wine cabinet , am a vintage wine collection guy , so I open it and admired them for a second then took my shot, I was about to leave my phone rang and I nearly jumped.
Hello ? i asked in a husky voice , hello came the voice that sounded heavy in an Italian accent, this is Jason Gallo on the line my boss request to see you first thing tomorrow morning, I will pick you up , is that understood? yes I muttered, and he hung up.

I gave Frank a buzz , and told him to take over the bar tomorrow early morning. Just as I was told , Jason Gallo came and picked me up as early as possible, and we drove to an lonely estate , surrounded by trees , I assume that's Mr Ivan Stefano's boulevard, it was beautiful and overwhelming one man owns all this.
I was flabbergasted , I asked Jason so what does your boss do ?, non of your business, listen while am driving can you try not to distract me Jason replied , I swallowed it and kept mute , whatever this means this guy is far from friendly.

As we drove to a big molded statue of a man in suit with the same semblance with Mr Ivan face, the statue stands in the middle of a fountain , water flowed from the streched hands of the statue, I smiled at such extravagant life style, he thinks he is the president or something.
I went inside with Jason and the door was opened by Tommy this time he lived up to his name he had a machine gun in his hands , he walked briskly, Jason and I have to keep up by walking faster to catch up with him , the furnitures was in gold and silver design , on the couch , one blonde cute lady was so relaxed, and she looked up from her phone and smiled at us.

Jason Gallo's expression changed ,

Shouldn't you be in school by now?

SI , she replied,

I need you to drive me to school , she purred I don't like that one , she pointed at Tommy, he's too mean.
I stood still waiting for me to be ask to sit , Jason leaned closer and whispered to me that's Mr Ivan daughter, her name is Benita if you as much as flirt with her you are dead, we invited you here to watch what happens to those who double crosses Mr Ivan Stefano.
you may sit and wait for him, I took my seat and Jason was ushered into the chambers by two mean looking men in Black tuxedos.
Tommy with his machine gun had gone to get some special guest of honor as I was told.

I sat awkwardly , after what seems like eternity Benita spoke to me.
you know , you are cute when you are not relaxed, what are you doing with my daddy? whatever it is you need to be very careful, he feeds people to his pet, and calls them special guest , they are all food to his pet, so any day he invites you as a special guest of honor please run, am sure you are part of his spectators for today. I wasn't sure of how to respond to that I smiled politely and told her am honored to be his guest for now and I will make a mental note of not been the special guest , which by the way sounded phony.
what is your name ?
Rodney I replied .
Full name sir ,
Rodney Adams I replied , she smiled , alright may I have your phone number , I was about to reply when the door to the inner chambers opened and Ivan Stefano was emerging with Jason and Tommy behind him like body guards.
Never mind , she spoke I will look you up on Facebook, that's better I replied , and she left with Jason Gallo.
Ivan Stefano presented his hands and I kissed the ring on his finger.
we had Rigatoni with vodka sauce , and pasta with chicken for lunch , and we had a Liber Pater Graves wine and steak to add to it.

Mr. Ivan Stefano took me on a tour , and we crossed his garage he had fine taste for cars , a Ferrari 488 model, Porsche Carrera GT, a Mercedes Benz E class , Lamborghini and a Rolls Royce phantom. Just when am about to conclude he is a business tycoon he took me to his laboratory , the first entrance we used a gas mask, I find out he was brewing cocaine , the second building , he was doing money laundering , and I saw naked ladies counting counterfeit cash shocking but impressive. we drove along his golf course and hanged out for a while before we had to reach a point I think it was the zoo but I was wrong that is where he kept a giant crocodile he named Gusta , he told me he didn't feed the crocodile for two weeks , I shifted uncomfortably away from him and he laughed .
Are you scared am going to feed you to my pet Mr Adams? , don't worry boy I have a heist to pull with you and can only get angry if you try anything tricky , however I know you are a good kid but I just don't trust you with my daughter i saw the way she admired you , you are a fine young man , but if you stick your phallus in the wrong hole I will cut it off.
I nodded dry throated , I must admit been alone here without anyone knowing is kind of risky , I shouldn't have embarked on this journey alone , but what would they think of me. I was about to tell him , I have business engagement , he waved his hands and silenced me as I protested.
watch this Mr Adams you will love this , I looked up to make out a struggling man blind folded and shoved by Tommy and the body guards in tuxedo.
Mr Ivan Stefano raised his hands like he was about to bless the whole of us the way Reverend father's do when blessing communion , before the traitor Mr Perez who had sexual intercourse with my daughter and steal my cash , behold your meal, Gusta with that one of the men pulled out a revolver and shot the blind folded man in his calf muscle as he screamed, he was pushed into the crocodile's den he fell in head first and couldn't break his fall. The crocodile rushed the bind folded man and crushed his bones, his hollow screams cannot be heard, outside the boulevard anyways, Mr Ivan Stefano watched my every reaction I didn't even flinch , he seem satisfied with me and tapped me on my shoulders , and whispered , you will do alright with Oregon boys, prepare for the heist and remember do not double cross me , he gave me five thousand dollars for my time and gave me a PX4 storm carry hand gun to protect myself,it had just two bullets, for emergency and he ordered asked his boys to drop me.


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I walked in the my bar ,pants heavy I felt I need to hide the gun , but I couldn't , I wore a coat and jeans so it's well concealed anyways , I find myself exchanging pleasantries , with my customer , and that's when I spotted the chick who took away my breath , she was just sitting alone , full busts exposed and smiling , I smiled shyly , I approached her , hello my name is Rodney Adams , I owe this place , and whats your name , she replied Catherina , nice place you got here , we shook hands.
what are you having ?! ,

coffee , she purred ,

just coffee , and nothing else?

SI ,

Are you Italian ?! , yes of course and you ,

I am American,

I would love to hang out with you another day, what do you say ? , when am less busy I would give that a thought , she replied,
can I have your number?, maybe next time she replied she got up and left.
playing hard to get uh boss?, Frank beamed with a smile , shut up Frank , how you doing , I mean the business and all.
I am getting along fine , but boss some group of men came in and looked for you , they looked tough , in tuxedos like people who stepped out of James bond movies , hope you not in some sort of trouble or something?
No , Frank , what did they say ? , they said they will be back I don't like the way they sat around like they own the goddamn place,
mind your language Frank, sorry boss , yes go see if the chef prepared the pasta, and fried the chicken, ok ?, sure boss , he left.
I sat and pondered what I got myself into, just then a fight bust out the street it was between the gang called the Outlaws Afro Americans and the Piru gangs known as the creepers.

Multiple gun shot was heard and we ducked under the table then , a hard object bust through my glass, it shattered into fragments , it was body of a black man thrown through my glass , he rolled uncontrollably from my decorated table and dropped on the floor.
He whispered with his last breath , help me,
I tried to help him up , just then my door flung open and a young man in came the covered in tattoos, he walked towards the weak man brought out an axe went and stuck the axe in-between the black mans face it looked like something out of a horror flick , Frank scream and bolted back door I was frozen in shock and he begin to approach me slowly maybe because I looked into his eyes , I don't know how this works was I suppose to squeal and hide my face this is my bar, I tried to plea with him but he was in a rush to split my skull open he moved with such agility , I placed my hands on my waist belt and went for my concealed hand gun I pulled it out and shot him on his shoulder he fell down screaming , another man heard him , kick my door open and pulled out his revolver , I dived behind the counter and he fired three shots , just then I heard police sirens and he tried to help the man up , I peeped, he had his back behind me , I aimed and squeeze the trigger it hit him on his back and he buckled and fell on top the injured man who screamed out in agony ,
Mr Federico stepped into my shop with other police and arrested the injured man , his name is Marco Estrada ,and the dead man I shot was thier gang leader Tony Cruz , he was a wanted man.

Mr Federico cleaned my dirty records and didn't put a charge on me , he rather advised me that after the heist I should seek protection from the Oregon boys even if it meant joining them like my father did , he admits the Scully gang's protection is sloppy and I would get hit easily except I join the Oregon. I told him I would think about it, he said I should be hasty that this Piru gangs are at large and have in government sponsors and Mark Estrada would look for me one day.


I know Frank was shaken from the earlier activities, I sent him home early , and in the evening the Scully gang visited my bar, this time Marco Giovanni their leader wasn't present but Benny Rossolino was present with the second in command Mark Ogera.
I heard you shot the leader of Piru gang dead today, congrats in the streets is now aware of your presence and you need protection,
I wasn't even looking at him I got my eye fixed on the Pitbull Benny was having a hard time, holding.
Mark figured it out and read my mind , the dog is a distraction , and I love dogs , but I just don't like it when the dog is not mine.
you shouldn't be scared of dogs Mr. Adams I can assure you , eater doesn't eat except when told to do so , for goodness sakes, who in his sane mind would name his terrier pitbull eater?

Benny could you leave the dog alone for a minute.
my face flushed with fright , you sure you are going to cut this beast loose , sure Rodney don't be a scared cat. this was the first time he remembered my name.
Eater sit , and the dog obeyed. and if you move I will shoot you.
He began his long monotonous speech about loyalty and respect, which I find boring , the only thing he arrived at is me not screwing up the heist and taking sides , since am the neutral guy in the gang.
He turned to leave he paused and asked by the way Rodney how did you get that gun ,
which gun I asked , the one you shot Tony Cruz with ?

I bought it , I replied.

why did you buy a gun buddy ?! ,

because I need protection,

protection ? , from who Rodney? ,

From anyone who wants to kill me first , I replied.

you have a problem with that ? sir ,

not at all he replied

we bade each other good night.
To be continued.....

chapter 1
Losing my virginity

This dairy is not like any other you have come across with dates and events of every activities in someone's life. This diary is not just to express myself or tell you my mood this one is unique this diary depicts only my sexual adventures.
I cant remember fun memories of my childhood. I always felt my parents where abit harsh when it comes to passing judgement anytime I go wrong, maybe because I was the first born or maybe mother nature's cruel cold side was my fate or I was unlucky when it comes to love.

The day I lost my virginity marked the day I lost my innocence , and I started seeing women from a different light. I lost it to a maid , like I said I wasn't close to my parents as they always dish out punishment upon punishment, floggings with belt , sticks and cane was inevitable.
My mother would call me the devil, that I existed to bring pain to her , a cruel fate I embraced.
She said I was the only one she gave birth with C-section and I almost made her bleed out, that faith ful night it took something special to revive her , she almost lost both me and her life thanks for the successful operation both lives where saved. For that I was called kenechukwu which means thank God.

Back to the tales of my body count I would tell you how a lost my virginity to a maid.
I never kind of know what sex is, not that parents do explain to thier wards what it means for one to have sex, nor prevent it, till one is old and matured enough to fall in love before willing giving one willingly for sexual intercourse.
Most parents claim they are too religious to deliver sex lecture and shy away from it.
So this maid Ngozi followed us from the village , I hadn't anyone to talk to so I kept staring at her hoping she would say something, I felt that primal force of attraction boys feel for girls I have seen sex on tv I know what it is , ah nature do have a way , you cannot explain it , you only know opposite sex do attract. She caught me staring and smiled weakly I don't know what that means.

Other things that ensued the week she was with us I cannot remember but I remember any time she makes mistakes she will be scolded, she had withdrawn from the family and spends time alone in the room. Nobody bothered her so one hot afternoon while the whole family was glued to the Nigerian movie on the screen , she peeped through her room and something caught my attention I saw her placed her finger on her lips. She made gesture me to hush and I should come, I got up and left nobody bothered to even ask where I was going I wasn't needed around .
she held my hands and stepped into the room she had spread mat on the floor with wrapper "pull your trousers" she commanded
No , I replied why should I do that '
please , please just help me , am dying do you want me to die ?
I swallowed hard , no aunty
just call me Ngozi she replied impatiently , have you been with a girl before?
Do you know what this is ? she lay down and spread her legs behold what I had never seen in my life or noticed , her vagina was deep red and gushing with her cum, she put her fingers in it and fingered it vigorously that wet slurping sounds was wet , as her fingers slapped hard she pulled out her fingers and her vagina squirted water she almost let out a moan she dipped her wet fingers in her mouth licking it and almost cried in frustration , kene am dying am I not your friend? ok let me see your penis she pleaded.

she was in a sorry state almost like she was running mad , I was scared I hadn't even see a wet pussy before it looked like a deep gash of wound , I looked at her with pity and I asked are you hurt ?
Yes Kene,
so if I pull my trousers what do you intend to do I asked still scared.
if you pull it I will put your thing inside my own and I will be just fine
Are you sure , isn't this wrong ? , my heart was pounded , I knew this was bad not because she said she was dying or anything but I knew it was bad because your conscience will tell you if you are about to do wrong.

I pulled my trouser, so? what else ?
kene lie down on top of me .
I did , her breast was warm and her breath was raspy and hot , I neglected the part I have exposed my penis but I didn't know what to do until I felt her hand took my dick and inserted it inside her vagina , it was hot and she kept thrusting her hips upwards in a steady rhythm , she was moaning
shhhhhh ahhhhh mhhhhh ...
I only felt slight discomfort and pain and told her , you are not dying , you seem to be enjoying this , am not enjoying this , let me go please.
she was begging please Kene , she kissed me cheek , I like you , do you like me , I said yes I like you very much but this thing is somehow, please what are we doing?

we are doing what mommy and daddy does
am mummy and you are daddy.
she was moaning and gushing out more juice I guess she was trying to reach her orgasm , suddenly I told her I wanted to go and urinate , she said no Kene please pee inside me , I said no , I can't it's too tight
she said try Kene .
I closed my eyes and let out my urine she held me and I pee into her womb canal
what left me baffled is the large amount of urine went into her I was expecting the whole place wet with my urine but I saw nothing I became afraid.

when I had done urinating inside Ngozi I had lost my virginity , I told her I didn't enjoy it but she said don't worry , tommorow you will enjoy it , she wasn't far from the Truth i was still in primary school the next day my little pee pee was erect , I gained my first erection at primary 6 , I showed it to her the next morning asking her Ngozi what is this ?
I had finally stopped calling her aunty .
she exclaimed with joy , you are becoming a man . really ? yes my dear

I ordered her , Ngozi pull down your pant,
yes my love , she pulled down her pant and spread her honey pot it had residue of cum in it , as a normal healthy vagina , I pulled my shorts and penetrated her this time it felt good ! it wasn't long Ngozi was fed up with the way she is been treated at home she ran away I was devastated , that was when I needed her sexual services the most.

to be continued....