THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

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Theresa groaned as she opened her eyes slowly. A pang of headache hit her immediately she raised her head up.

“Ouch!” She winced and she tried to touch her her head, hutshe couldn’t. She looked down at her hands and she realized that she was tied down on a wooden chair.

She took a look at her environment and she saw that she was in a room. There was no one inside the room. Only large sized crates were arranged at the corners of the room.

The room was void of sunlight because it has no window. A fluorescent bulb which was fixed on the ceiling, was the only source of light in the room.

Theresa wondered how she got tied down on a chair. The last thing she remembered was that she climbed up a staircase then she blacked out.

The door suddenly opened and two hefty men stepped inside the room. Their broad shoulders stood our in the black suits they were putting on.

“Seems like the nun is awake.” One of the men said, mockingly.

Theresa watched as the two men approached her. The two men stood in front of her. One of them folded his arms while the other pocketed his hands.

“Nice shooting skills back there.” The first man complimented with a smirk on his face.

“This is the first time I would see a nun shooting guns” the second man added.

“Yeah, and she made history. The first nun in the world to shoot a gun.” The first man mocked.

“I bet your mama would be really proud of you.” The first man added.

“I really envy your confidence young lady.” The second man said as they both stood in front if Theresa.

“But unfortunately, that confidence is gonna be the reason for your death.” The first man added, then the both of them bursted into a round of laughter.

Theresa said nothing. She just stared at the two men who were mocking her. She was still feeling an ache in her head.

The men’s laughter died down some seconds later, then one of them bent in front of Theresa, and he said.

“The boss is on his way, and when he gets here, you’re gonna wish your momma never gave birth to you.”

The man stood upright, then he walked out of the room with his colleague.

Theresa let out a soft sigh immediately the door closed. She wasn’t scared of dying, she was scared of not completing her mission.

“At least, I’m gonna see the leader of this criminal organization before I die.” Theresa thought with a smile on her face.

She averted her gaze to the door when she heard footsteps approaching. She fixed her gaze on the door as the footsteps got closer.

The door knob twisted and the door was opened. Theresa watched as three men stepped inside the room.

Theresa almost lost her breath when her gaze fell on the man who was dressed in white suit.

He looked like a Greek god: slim, but powerfully-built, with his curly black swept-back hair, his long face, an eagle-like nose and dark penetrating hawk eyes.

Theresa couldn’t take her gaze off Alfred. He was far by the most handsome man she had ever seen. She would kissed him if she wasn’t tied down on a chair.

Theresa watched as one of the men pulled out a chair for him to sit, then Alfred lowered himself to sit on the chair.

Theresa’s eyes widened when she recognized one of the men.

“Isn’t that reverend Alfred’s PA.” Theresa thought as she stared at Caesar.

Alfred dipped his hand into his pocket and he brought out a cigarette box. He opened the box and he took out one stick of cigar, then Caesar lit the cigar with a lighter.

“If reverend Alfred’s PA is one of these criminals, then reverend Alfred himself must be the boss.” Theresa thought.

“But I don’t see him anywhere here. Or maybe reverend Alfred isn’t one of these criminals. These men must have killed him.” Theresa thought again, then she glared at Alfred.

The man standing beside Caesar noticed that Theresa was glaring at his boss, then he landed and heavy slap on her face, and he warned.

“Never look at the boss that way!”

Theresa’s neck turned sideways due to the impact of the slap. Her hair scattered on her face and her cheek was red.

She was boiling in anger, but there was nothing she could do. She raised her head and she glared angrily at the man who slapped her.

“Slap me one more time and I swear, I will cut of that fucking hand of yours!” Theresa spat angrily at the man.

The man was about to land another slap on Theresa’s face, but Alfred signalled him to stop, then the man bowed slightly and he retreated back to his position.

Theresa wished she could loosen the ropes that tied her down and beat the crap out of the man who slapped her.

Alfred took a long drag from his cigar and he puffed smoke in the air, then he looked at Theresa who was still boiling in anger.

“Ms Theresa.” Alfred called with a smirk on his face.

Theresa wondered how Alfred got to know her name.

“Did they find out about my real identity? Do they know that I am a crime officer and not a homeless lady?” All these thoughts roamed i Theresa’s head.

“Maybe reverend Alfred’s PA told him my name.” She concluded in her mind.

“You must be wondering where reverend Alfred is, right?” Alfred asked.

“You killed him, didn’t you?” Theresa asked.

Alfred took another drag from his cigarette and he blew out smoke in Theresa’s face, then he answered her question.

“Yes, I killed him. Reverend Alfred is dead.” Alfred replied with a wicked smirk.

A wave of anger swept over Theresa as her voice broke out to ask. “Why did you kill him? Why the fuck did you kill an innocent man?!”

“Yell one more time and I will slit off your throat!” Caesar said with a low threatening voice.

Theresa scoffed as she looked at him, “You. Aren’t you reverend Alfred’s PA? I can’t believe you joined hands with these men to kill your own boss.”

“He is my boss.” Caesar countered, pointing at Alfred who was smoking.

Theresa averted her angry gaze to Alfred.

“Just tell me why you killed him.” Theresa said.

“Who?” Alfred asked, pretending not to know about who Theresa was referring to.

“Don’t fucking act clueless, motherfucker! You..

Her statement was cut short by a thunderous slap from Caesar. Rita’s lips bursted as a result of the slap.

“I warned you not to yell when talking to the boss!” Caesar said angrily.

“Fuck you and your boss!” Rita retorted angrily, “I don’t give a fuck about your damn boss.”

Caesar raised his hand to slap her again but Alfred halted him.

“That’s enough.”

Caesar stepped back and he stood behind Alfred’s chair.

“Why did you stop him? Let him come slap me. Let him come and give me more slaps, you murderer!” Theresa yelled at Alfred.

Alfred said nothing. He took a last drag from his cigar, then he dropped the cigar on the floor and he crushed it with his shoe.

Alfred drew his chair closer to Theresa, then he crossed his legs.

“I need some privacy with her.” Alfred said.

Caesar and the other man bowed slightly, then they walked out of the room, leaving Alfred and Theresa alone in the room.

Theresa was still angry. She kept glaring at Alfred, wishing she could kill him that instant.

Alfred loved how fierce Theresa was. He had never seen anyone as brave as she was. She had guts and that was what Alfred loved. He loved people with guts, people who aren’t scared of death.

He had another plan in mind before he came; to kill Theresa. But seeing how fearless she was, he had a changed of mind.

The room was silent. Non of them uttered a single word. Theresa was getting bored of the silence, then she said.

“Are we just gonna sit here all day and stare at each other faces? Just kill me if you wanna kill me.”

Alfred cleared his throat.

“That was what in had in mind before I came here.” Alfred said.

“So, you aren’t killing me?” Theresa asked with furrowed brows.

“Not yet.” Alfred replied.

“Why?” Theresa questioned.

“Because you posses the qualities I admire a lot.” Alfred answered.

Theresa let out a soft chuckle, “If I may ask Mr murderer, what are those qualities that is stopping you from killing me?” She asked.

“You’re bold, fierce, fearless and you have guts.” Alfred replied, “You have the qualities to be a member of my organization.” He added.

Theresa laughed mockingly at Alfred’s statement. She stopped laughing some seconds later, then she looked at Alfred, with a wide smirk on her face.

“Give me one reason why I should join your godforsaken organization?” She asked.

“Join my organization and I will spare your life.” Alfred replied.

“What makes you think I’m scared of dying? And even if I join your organization, wat I’ve you the assurance that I won’t betray you or kill you?” Theresa asked with raised eyebrows.

Alfred replied, “I know you aren’t scared of dying, and I also know that you won’t kill me or betray me.”

“But you don’t know me.” Theresa said.

“I know you Ms Theresa.” Alfred said, “You are the homeless lady who asked me to make her a nun in my church.”

Theresa’s eyes widened in shock when she heard Alfred’s statement.

“You are reverend Alfred.” Theresa muttered, shockingly.

A wide smirk broke out of Alfred’s lips.

“Took you too long to figure out.” He chuckled softly.

“But how? You don’t look a bit like reverend Alfred. Who are you?” Theresa asked, confusingly.

Alfred’s smirk grew wider. He drew his face closer to Theresa’s face, then he answered.

“I am a Mafia in Disguise.”