AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi! Umm, When I posted this story last night I didn't really know where I was going with it. But now ideas are popping all over my mind! So I'm going to try to upload two chapters a day after this. So any suggestions/ideas? I'm open. AND REVIEW,PLEASE! I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! xoxo
FOUR DAYS LATER, LOS ANGELES, CA 11:09 am
Eliot arrived in L.A. two days ago. He's been gathering information that Cassio left out during his invasion of Eliot's house. He's been silently tracing Kelly's steps, watching every move he makes and every person he comes in contact with. Any info he could get, he's been writing down on his notepad. As of now it says:
*Bonnie's-bakery; 9 am-6pm
*23 employees, 5 EMPLOYEES -Ex CIA
*Two stock drop off- 1st /sugar, flour etc,(cookie van)
2nd /BLUE VAN
*MICHAEL VISE ?
Of course, there were other notes but those were the ones that stuck in Eliot's mind. It wasn't enough. He needed to get deeper into this subject. He called his most reliable contact in L.A.
"Hello"
"Shelley! How ya doing, man?"
"Eliot Spencer? Well I'll be dammed! What's up?"
"Yea I'm in L.A. on a job and I need some information on this guy. Meet me the old cafe we use to go."
"Alright, I'll see you in twenty"
The old cafe is the Birsche Café. Whenever him and Shelley were in L.A., they always ended up there for something. So they just made it their "place"
When he arrived, Eliot sat at one of the tables on the outdoor patio and observed. He watched the people with friends chatting and laughing it up. A group of girls sat at a table on the other end of the patio. There were five of them, just laughing and enjoying life.
"I've seen their type before: Rich daddy/boyfriend, party animals, but behind close doors they're just distraught little girls whose only worry is when the next Gucci bag on sale."
But one of the girls seemed different. She stood out the most with her brown/blonde hair. Opposed to her friends, all in dresses that could be a third skin, her dress was very loose and topped off with big sunglasses and sandals.
"Looks like someone's into the hippy style"
"Hey dreamer boy! Better not look at her for too long.", Shelly shouted, catching Eliot's attention.
"What the hell are talking about Shelley? I think I have a right to look wherever I please", the hitter replied
"Well please don't look that way.", Shelley said as he sat down, "That's Kelly's girl"
"Who? The hippy?", Eliot asked as he looked at the bronde beauty again, "Well that Kelly does know how to pick 'em"
"Yes he does. Her name's Bonnie Mirboni, you know, as in New Jersey's Mirboni.
"She's a Mirboni? She's a long way from home. But why are you telling me about her? I need to know about Matt Kelly, not his Barbie."
'Dude, we're having the same conversation. If it wasn't for Bonnie, Matt Kelly would be another wannabe thug. Look, about three years ago, Bonnie and Kelly met while she's in his bakery. They began dating and Kelly has his sudden rise to the top of the game. Rumor has that he joined with her family to create some sort of mega crime organization."
"Whoa, wait a minute. The Irish and Italians are together? All because of some relationship between their kids?"
"I'm not to clear about the details but I do know that he is now in charge of the whole drug cartel out here. Now he couldn't have did that alone."
"Speaking of the devil…" Eliot and Shelley looked as they seen Matt Kelley come of a very expensive car and walk over to Bonnie's table. She said her goodbyes and the two got in the car and drove away."
"What's up with the personal rides home?", Eliot asked.
"You know how I told you he's in charge of all the drugs here?", Eliot nodded, "Well with a lot more money comes a lot of enemies. He put a lot of people outta work and they would love to put a bullet right between his eyes. Or anyone he cares about." Shelley said while drinking his coffee he ordered earlier.
Just then a idea popped in Eliot's head, "What's he doing for a bodyguard?"
"As of now, he's still searching. The last guy he had turned out to be a plant by his enemy." his friend answered.
"But he has five employees that are ex CIA agents. Why doesn't he just hire one to be a bodyguard?"
"Because even if that thing he calls a heart loves Bonnie as much as it seems, he loves his money four times as much. And how do you know they're CIA agents?"
"They have a distinctive stance", the hitter replied.
Shelley just laughed, "Of course they do, Spencer"
They two were quiet as they just drunk their coffee. When he was done, Eliot said his thanks to Shelley and told him he'll be in touch.
As he was leaving, he heard Shelley yell, "Anarchy!"
"What?" Eliot yelled back in response. Shelley jogged to his friend and replied, "Anarchy. It's a club. That's where he'll be tonight. Scouting for bodyguards."
"Now why would he be scouting for bodyguards in a club?"
"Not in the club, underneath it. There's like an unofficial fight club down there. But you need a membership."
"Why? So I can get the free stickers and washable tattoos? Eliot asked with a smirk on his face.
"No, smartass, so you can watch the fights. The only people who get in are the members and fighters. And you aren't either one" Shelley replied.
"Not yet anyway." Eliot said with his smirk returning.
Eliot finally left the café and hurried to get prepared for tonight. Cause tonight, he was finally going to meet Mr. Matt Kelly.