‘Kaila Bronson, please marry me!!!’ I reduce myself to my knees. Her eyes mirrored the glittering diamonds on her engagement ring. They sparkled in acceptance.
In the years spent together, I had never seen her happier.
Fifty One ……………
The twin-engine speedboat died on the ocean’s surface. It meandered asymmetrically as rough waves slapped
either side. The horizon mirrored an aquatic convex.
A school of voracious sharks began circulating the boat.
The Shadow forced Franco Defreitas out of the cockpit.
His hands were bonded and a heavy piece of metal was
attached to his feet. The intense ocean wind drowned his
raucous cry. He wasn’t ready to face his final destination. A feeling of disgust overcame Charlene as she witnessed
The Shadow plunging his victim overboard. She’d helped him
terminate her vulturous colleagues but she’d never
witnessed someone being executed with such sadism.
Shakira was apathetic. In her lifetime she’d seen worse and
had probably done worse.
She imagined Franco’s body being torn to shreds by the
hungry sharks long before reaching the ocean’s bottom. The
Shadow had promised it was going to be his final kill but
could it really be? Erik granted them both a reservoir of
wealth but still being part of his organization, people like
themselves weren’t guaranteed an undisturbed life.
Shakira’s eyes travelled towards the bow where the x-cop sat
somberly.
She didn’t belong among seasoned criminals like The
Shadow and herself. Someday her guilt would betray her
ability to remain silent. It was just a matter of time. Charlene sat in a cuddled unawareness of the ugly fate
that awaited her at the ocean’s bottomless abyss.
Epilogue ……………
Mr. Ernest Barfknecht, the German multi-millionaire caressed a full silvery hair. He retired the mob life many years aback but the reservoir of wealth he acquired over the years never accorded him the peace he sought.
His recklessness during his younger years bred him four siblings with four different women; one of which was birthed in the USA.
Worries of the worst nature had revisited him. His eldest daughter, Erika was an educated professor who lived in Germany. The youngest of the bunch, Kamilla never fully disclosed what she did for a living but she had somehow managed to speak three languages; German, English and French.
Erik, his first born was a renowned gangster and was a bit too much like him. They’d never gotten along well. In an unfortunate twist of fate, Franco, his American son had teamed up with his brother, Erik in an unstoppable gang life with neither of them knowing the true nature of their relationship.
His estranged son and youngest daughter were now dead all because of his indiscretion to reunite his siblings. Two of his children were still alive and years were racing ahead of him. Ernest’s hands trembled as he picked up the telephone to dial.
He finally decided to make peace with his bigoted son.
The End
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