GOLDEN HEART 28

Shouting and screams could be heard from the far end of the house.

‘Don’t you fucking touch me! Don’t you know who I am?’

Shouted Santana a.k.a The Vipers’ boss, trying to get out of the grip of the guards that were shoving him inside the house.

‘Oh, look who do we have here! The great pussy Santana himself.’ The guards halted when they heard Justine’s voice from the stairs.

Santana looked up to see Justine with Müller and Jürgen descending the stairs. ‘You don’t know who you’re messing with A.L! If my father knew of this you will be sorry I assure you that.’ Santana tried to act tough, but his trembling voice betrayed him.

‘I’m sure your father will be grateful we rid him of a useless bastard like you.’ Spoke Justine.

‘A.L I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I just did what I was told.’ When he knew he won’t gain anything from acting tough he opted to pleading.

‘It’s really boring you know, how hard to find one worthy opponent nowadays. It’s way too easy that I’m starting to itch to have a real challenge for a change.’ Justine confessed, instead of answering his plea.

‘Drag him to the basement, I’ll deal with him there.’ She ordered the guards.

‘What about the others?’ One of the guards who were handling Santana’s gang members asked Justine.

‘You know the protocol.’ She stated.

The guards made all of Santana’s gang members kneel in front of Justine.

‘Who will submit?’ Justine asked loud and clear for all of them to hear.

Men, women and children all answered in one voice. ‘I Submit to Papa.’

All except for one boy around 15 years old, but something about his Aura screamed confidence and loyalty.

Justine looked at him for sometime, scrutinising him before she finally spoke.

‘What is your name, young man.’ She asked.

‘Giuseppe Bianchi.’ He replied.

‘Do you Giuseppe know what will take place today?’ She asked.

‘Yes, I do.’ He answered.

‘Well go one, tell me.’

‘You will kill boss.’ He said.

‘And do you know that I will also kill whomever did not submit?’ She asked.

‘Yes, I do. That’s the protocol after all.’ He said.

‘Are you then willing to sacrifice your life for a boss that will die in the next hour?’ Justine asked him.

‘Not if I kill you first!’ The boy freed himself from the guard’s grip and bolted towards Justine with a knife in his hand.

The guards tried to catch up to him but he was faster, Müller was about to stand in front of her but she signed for him to leave it be.

She wanted to see if that little kid will meet her expectations or not, whether he will pass the test or not.

Müller and Jürgen went to a corner and watched how the kid passed all those guards that were chasing him sometimes he would slide from under their hands, other times he would jump from above their head making them crash with each other until he finally reached his goal.

Justine….

She sighed for the guards discreetly to let him be when he reached her. He forwarded the knife towards her stomach and just when he was about to stab her she avoided it. He kept on thrashing his hand with the knife frantically, desperately wanting to hit her somewhere, anywhere but she kept on avoiding it.

She kept at it until she wore him out then she knocked the knife out of his hand and knocked him down.

‘Ppplease spare him, young miss. He’s just a boy.’ A young lady who seemed to be in her early twenties pleaded for the boy.

Justine looked at her for awhile before she reverted her gaze back on the kid next to her feet. ‘You need training, your movements are sloppy and unfocused. If that’s how you’re planning to protect and be loyal to anyone then you’ll be murdered in the first thirty seconds.’ She told the boy who was still panting trying to catch his breath instead of answering the girl.

She motioned for Müller to come to her.

‘Meet your mentor.’ She introduced when Müller stood next to them.

They both looked at her surprised with her sudden decision.

‘But I didn’t submit.’ The boy argued.

‘Yes you did.’ She said before at the guards.

‘Take care of them.’ She referred to Santana’s gang members that were gathered in the hall.

The guards nodded and escorted them out to fill them up on their new duties and show them their bedrooms.

Giuseppe was about to follow them when Justine stopped him.

‘You will come with us, your training starts now.’ She said.

‘But I haven’t even agreed!’ Whined Giuseppe.

She didn’t bother answering him, and started walking to the basement where Santana was held.

Müller took a whining Giuseppe by his shirt collar from behind and made him face him.

‘First lesson, didn’t argue with your elders.’ He said sternly.

‘Come on, dude! Are you seriously playing the role of a mentor already!’ He whined again, discarding what Müller said.

Müller didn’t answer him, he just started dragging him to the cell.

‘Hey, man I can walk you know!’ Giuseppe kept on complaining and shooting comments about how tall or how cold Müller was or he wanted to have his bulky form. He even asked him what was he supposed to eat to have a form like his.

Müller was two inches away from shooting him dead. He was never the talkative man nor did he like being around talkative people, so dealing with this kid was going to be tough if he keeps on talking non - stop.

‘Who was that girl earlier.’ Justine asked the kid when they caught up to her.

‘Lady, you can’t just ask this muscled man of yours to drag me around like a sheep and expect me to answer your questions!’ Giuseppe exclaimed.

‘Who is she, Giuseppe?’ Justine asked again in a warning tone.

‘Why? So you can use her as a leverage against me? Isn’t it enough that you’re making me witness my boss’ end?’ He mocked.

Justine stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him as if daring him to add another sarcastic comment or avoid the question.

‘She’s my sister, not by blood but my sister anyway.’ He answered looking sad.

Justine turned around and resumed her walk.

‘That’s it!’ Giuseppe exclaimed at Justine’s back.’ Dang, maybe I should have squeezed in a tear or two to make it more realistic.’ He mumbled to himself.

Jürgen who was following the trio from behind shook his head and smiled at the small boy’s antics.

‘Giuseppe?’ Santana lifted his head up, inspecting the room when he heard the boy’s voice before the door was open and they walked into the room. ‘What the fuck are you doing here, Giuseppe!’ Exclaimed Santana when he saw the young boy’s form that was held by Müller. ‘What the fuck are you trying to do to him?’ He forwarded his attention to Justine.

‘Don’t rush it, you’ll find out in due time.’ She said.

‘Leave him out of it! This is between the two of us, my gang members have done nothing but following my orders.’ He tried to negotiate.

‘At least now we know you care about someone other than yourself and your money.’ Said Justine. ‘I’d love to keep this conversation longer but I have a deadline to meet so I’ll have to cut it short I’m afraid.’

She didn’t give him a chance to speak any further.

‘Shall we begin then guys?’ She asked.

They all nodded agreeing.

‘Make sure he watches every last part.’ She told Müller referring to Giuseppe.

‘Yes, Young miss.’