The Mystery Girl
1722 Words
Faust sat behind his desk as he watched the drone’s recorded footage of that night’s race playing on the wall-mounted TV in his office.
He could hear the other driver who participated in that race, Thomas if he remembered his name right, arguing with his bodyguards outside. The kid had the guts to come straight to his office right after the race to see him.
“Can you please keep his mouth shut?” He ordered with a slight hint of annoyance all the while not taking his eyes off of the screen. Connor, his right hand man, came out from the shadows and walked out of the room without a word.
A few second later, Faust heard a loud thud behind the door followed by a loud grunt and a cry of mercy, most probably from Thomas himself. He barely gave it a thought though. His eyes were fixed on the screen, as he watched how the yellow Chevrolet Camaro pivoted one-hundred-and-eighty degrees to get out of Thomas’ electric Blue Mazda’s grip before zooming back on track.
“Sorry... please forgive me! I just want you to believe me! Please tell the boss, that kid cheated! He was not the one driving tonight. I saw it! It was a girl! She’s the one who raced for him!” He begged while breathing hard.
A girl? He raised his eyebrow and leaned closer. That’s interesting...
“The boss can clearly hear your whining from inside. That’s why he sent me out to keep your f*****g mouth shut.” Connor’s voice was calm, too calm compared to the dreadful look on his blue eyes. Thomas shivered with just looking at him.
“Take him outside.” Connor ordered to one of the big guys standing by the door before he turned to go back inside. His ice-cold voice sounded bored but Thomas didn’t know better. He crawled towards him and clung on to his black slacks.
“Please Connor, give me one more chance! I’m telling you she just got lucky. You know how good I am at this right? There’s no way that b***h could defeat me if I wasn’t drunk...” he slipped. Drunk driving was prohibited during the races.
Connor barely looked at him. His eyes were focused on how his filthy blooded hands held on to his pants.
In one swift move, Connor raised his right leg and kicked him hard right on his left temple. Thomas’ eyes rolled back to its socket as he splattered blood out of his nose and mouth. He laid on his side almost half dead.
The bodyguards grimaced as they saw how Connor shut Thomas up with just one strike. They’ve seen him do this a couple of times but they were still left wondering how this tall, lean and nerd-looking guy could be so powerful and cold-blooded. One of them recovered fast enough to grab his clean white handkerchief, kneel down and wipe some of the blood that splattered across Connor’s slacks and shining black leather shoes. When he was done, he stood and stepped back feeling proud of himself for serving him. Connor only bows and kneels in front of one person, their Boss. And serving him was as good as serving Boss Faust himself.
“Get rid of him. Make sure he sets an example.”
The bodyguards picked Thomas by his feet and pulled his limping body away. Connor took his radio and called for someone to clean the trail of blood the punk left behind before he went back in.
“You took your time.” Faust commented when he entered the study.
“He was persistent.”
“Hmmm. He was saying the driver wasn’t that kid Joshua.”
“He’s drunk.”
“Could be or it could also be true.” Faust picked up the remote and paused the screen right where it shows a zoom in shot of the driver wearing a full motorbike helmet.
“She those hands? Too long and fragile to be a man’s, aren’t they mate?”
He rested back to his chair while running his thumb over his lips, his mind occupied with the driver’s identity.
Connor, noticing his empty glass, grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the bar then hurried next to him to replenished his drink.
“I could’ve done it myself.” Faust commented as he watched him pour him a glass.
“Why bother when I’m here to serve you?”
“I am not an invalid.” He said, his voice cold and menacing.
“Sorry, Boss. I didn’t mean it that way.” He dropped to his knees and bent low. “Please kill me now.”
Faust just looked at him. “Get your sorry arse up. You need to find a girlfriend, Connor. You’re getting overly dramatic.”
Connor merely lifted his head and stared at him. Faust grinned and so did he before they bursted out laughing.
If anyone were to see them, they’d probably think the world had gone mad. He, Faust Fretelli, the most influential, heartless and feared man in the underground world laughing and making fun of Connor Smith, known as the death reaper himself and the most coldblooded henchman in the history of Mafia world.
It was no secret that they were inseparable but no one knew that he treated him as his equal. Connor could’ve easily lead his own organization yet he chose to stay behind Faust’s shadow. For everyone’s eyes he was his mere puppet. They know better.
They built this empire together, but he let Faust rule over it and was contented working for him. Their bond is tighter than any blood relation can ever be, anchored on solid trust no one can break.
When he got into a car accident two years ago and almost lost his capability to walk, Connor could’ve easily taken advantage and challenge his rule or just overthrow him but he didn’t. He was the sole person who remained loyal to him and the only person he trusted and will always trust his life with. He helped him get back on his feet, both literally and figuratively, hunted each and every mole inside the organization and made sure no one else would dare challenge him.
Connor got back on his feet and dust off his slacks. He walked to the mini bar and grabbed himself a glass of brandy before he sat on stool next to him.
“So what are we going to do with the kid and his imposter?”
“Find them of course.”
“Why bother? The girl did pay the kid’s dues with her winnings. She didn’t even bother counting them and just gave it straight to Geoffrey.” Connor walked to his desk and pushed the roll of money summing up to two hundred gran. “That’s double of what he owned us.”
Faust barely looked at it. “I don’t need the money. I want her.” He answered as he stared intently at the screen. His remark made Connor raise an eyebrow but he knew better than to pry anymore. Faust could be a crackhead and fickle minded at times but he never made any wrong decisions. His eyes see opportunities as clear as a diamond and he always made sure to grab them. That’s why he’s the Boss.
Connor put out his phone and dialed a number. After a minute, he got a message back.
“Found him.” He waved his phone to Faust.
“Good. He would lead us to her.”
“Right. He’s at the City public hospital and in a pretty bad shape. Trevor said he only got two visitors, both are women. How are we going to know who was his imposter exactly?”
“Ask him of course. I’ll give Trevor a visit myself while I’m there too. I also need to go see him for my last therapy session.” He stood. Connor was already beside him with his crane in hand. He took it without a word.
Connor smirked. “You know you can always call him, no need to bother yourself coming over. Guess you got pretty curious eh?”
“You know me.” He grinned at him as he limped his way towards the door. Connor walked beside him.
“I’ll come with you.”
“No. I need you to check out that other girl. We may need a back up bargain chip to get the other one to agree.”
“Agree to what? What exactly do you plan to do with her?” Connor arched his eyebrow before he fixed his glasses with his forefinger. He couldn’t have wanted her on his bed. He knew Faust’s taste in women. Besides he already had a lot of them begging at his feet. All of them had exquisite beauty and equally powerful if not useful in terms of business. There’s no way he would he settle for a mere racer without a face.
“You’ll know soon.” Faust replied mysteriously. Knowing what could be running on his friend’s mind made him want to taunt him more. “For all you know I could be thinking of marrying you off to her.” He taunted as he walked out the door.
“You won’t dare!” Connor’s face was grim while holding the knob. That was not even a good joke for him. He kept it secret but he’s heart already belong to someone else. Someone he couldn’t have for himself.
Faust took amusement in teasing him to the point of making him silent. He laughed his way to the lift leaving Connor shaking his head in defeat.
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