Chapter 4: The Death of Alphonso D'Amico
The next day… in the afternoon.
At the lumber warehouse, in the board room, Alphonso stood at the leader's end of the table as he gazed through the square-patterned window whilst nine other Mafioso mobsters sat around a long table from highest authority (being at the top of the table by Alphonso) to the lowest authority (being at the other end of the table).
Sitting on the either side of the table next to Alphonso's seat was Tony Lynch and Marcus Jackson, Marcus was the second in command, he had his own little gang attached to Alphonso's Italian Mafia and his skin was black. Marcus was a high authority in the Italian Mafia of New York even though, like Tony, he wasn't Italian.
"Are you even listening Alphonso?" Marcus questioned.
"Of course I'm f*cking listening! Now continue!" Alphonso ordered as he slammed his mighty right fist down onto the table with the strength of his almighty rage.
"As I was saying, the police found something this morning at the docks. They found our men, all dead along with those f*cking Armenian scumbags. Now, the contents of which these Armenians were shipping in consisted of drugs and weaponry, not any ordinary weaponry, very powerful explosives, explosives that could blow an entire building up…" Marcus explained.
"Let me guess," Tony remarked, "The explosives were stolen?"
Marcus awkwardly stayed silenced for a moment or two before finally replying, "Not all explosives were stolen of course."
"Which ones were stolen?" Alphonso questioned.
"Well let's put it this way, the explosion emitted from these bombs is the equivalent of a Napalm bomb." Marcus replied.
"F*ck a duck!" Tony shouted whilst Alphonso simply snarled angrily.
"There's more, someone apparently intervened in the police's investigation; John was killed in process, along with a few other cops." Marcus continued, "Now, unless anyone of you know who that mother-f*cker was, then I'd say that the Russians sabotaged the shipping last night and came back this morning to clean up the mess. I reckon they stole the explosives for themselves and plan to use them against us."
"I'm not convinced; I don't think the Russians had anything to do with this… I don't think they killed Ryan Ross, I don't think they sent that hit-man to kill me, and I do not believe that they sabotaged our dealing last night. I think someone else is picking us off, one by one." Alphonso objected.
"Are you serious?" Marcus questioned.
"Yes I'm f*cking serious Marcus! I'm deadly serious. That hit-man who tried to kill me said that some guy hired him to do it. I think this mystery man is intentionally hunting us down, one by f*cking one, I think he's trying to sabotage every one of our f*cking operations and I think that we should find this mother-fucker and rip his f*cking guts out, because he ain't killing me!" Alphonso shouted.
"Okay." Marcus replied, "So you're saying we're getting hunted by a f*cking shadow. We don't know what he looks like, we don't know where to look, we don't know what his real name is, I mean, we don't have any f*cking clues leading to this guy. I mean, for all we know, he doesn't even exist. And if he is real, we don't who he is."
"But he knows who we are, and we need to kill him before he kills all of us! Do you f*cking hear me?" Alphonso roared.
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Marcus questioned.
"We lure him in, catch him and tear the piece of sh*t apart, limb by f*cking limb!" Alphonso replied.
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Later that night, Alphonso arrived in a limousine outside his hotel tower of which he owned and lived in on the top floor penthouse. He stepped out of the limo and onto the pavement. As the limousine drove off, Al walked up the steps and into the lobby of the hotel. As he walked towards the elevator he gazed at the receptionist only to find that the former Mafioso was sleeping with his head cradled in his arms.
Alphonso sighed and pressed the up button on the panel beside the elevator doors. After a few moments of patient waiting, the elevator doors opened up and Alphonso entered the interior. As he pressed the button marked '13', the doors closed and began to take him up to the thirteenth floor, which is of course the floor where his penthouse is at.
But as Alphonso was lifted away from the ground floor by the efficient elevator, he was unbeknownst to the fact that the receptionist was not in actual fact sleeping, he was actually dead for there was a hole in his forehead, neatly done by a swift bullet emitted from a probably silenced weapon.
Alphonso arrived on the thirteenth floor, as the doors opened; a long white corridor was revealed and at the end of the corridor was the closed entrance into the living room of his penthouse. The white corridor was empty and silent and as he walked down it, he passed multiple others doors: the bathroom door, his bedroom, his son's bedroom, and his office.
Alphonso eventually arrived at the door into his living room and he prepared to greet his wife and son but unfortunately, as he opened the door, he was welcomed by the hanging corpse of his black bodyguard. The bodyguard was hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the living room and as Alphonso stood in shock, he remarked, "What the f*ck?"
Al looked to the north-east side of his large living room of which was split into two: the kitchen and the proper living room where the television was along with the couches and the coffee table. His wife and son were tied up and gagged as they sat together in a panicky manor by the kitchen.
All of a sudden, the mysterious killer who had been sabotaging the mafia's operations suddenly popped out of nowhere and tackled Alphonso to the floor with strength and the end of his gun. Alphonso fell to the ground and as he tried to get up, the killer kicked him in the face, sending Alphonso face-up on his back.
The killer then, with his brawn and strength, lifted Alphonso off of the floor and threw him across the room. After rolling across the floor, Alphonso lifted himself up just in time to dodge the running killer's punch. Alphonso struck the killer in the face once with a strong fist but when he swung for another punch again, he unfortunately missed as the killer ducked and punched Alphonso in the stomach.
The shadowy culprit then lifted Alphonso up off the ground once again and chucked him into the living room area. Alphonso landed on the coffee table and caused it to shatter into hundreds of shards. Alphonso quickly got up and withdrawn his handgun to shoot at the killer but the killer was too quick and sharp for Al as he averted the handgun away and suddenly head butted Alphonso in the face.
Alphonso fell into the shattered glass and sliced his hands unintentionally and picked up a sharp-ended shard of glass. Alphonso got up and confronted the killer. He went to slash the killer across the chest with the shard but missed and tried again quickly but missed again. On the third time, Alphonso swiped the shard downwards and managed to slice the killer's face, down the left side.
The killer groaned in rage and clenched his fists; the killer then punched Alphonso about five times, each with a strong mighty impact causing Alphonso's vision to blur. The killer grabbed Alphonso by the back of the neck and restrained him by pulling his arm back, and escorted Al to the kitchen where he then grabbed Alphonso by the back of his head and smashed his face into the kitchen table so hard that the impact smashed the table.
Alphonso fell to the floor, his face bloody, bruised and severely cut; the killer knelt down and lifted Alphonso onto his feet. Alphonso looked into the eyes of the killer; he observed the murderer's shadowy face and said, "And to think I trusted you."
The killer suddenly head butted Alphonso once again, blood poured from is nose, the killer began to strike Alphonso multiple times in the face with his powerful fists and each punch was a mighty strong punch until the final punch was the most powerful and the most painful for Alphonso. The killer picked a saw-off shotgun off the floor and shot the window which shattered into pieces.
The killer turned to Alphonso and looked down upon the collapsed body of the dying mob boss; he lifted Alphonso up onto his feet and grasped the back of his neck whilst restraining the mob boss by twisting his left arm back. He twisted around and threw Alphonso forward and sent the mob boss trembling out of the window.
Alphonso was sent out of the window and fell to his death… Alphonso crashed into the pavement beside the hotel; his legs were crooked and broken. He was instantly killed and there was a big crack in the pavement which was quickly filled with the blood of the notorious, sadistic Alphonso D'Amico…
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