THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

“How.. How did you kill him?” Shikita asked Alfred as she knelt beside her uncle.

Her uncle, Kashmiri, was one of the best martial artists in Tokyo. Killing him was close to impossible, but Alfred successfully killed him and that sent shivers down Shikita’s spine.

“How?” Shikita muttered with shaky breaths.

(Flashback)

Alfred was thrown over a table by Kashmiri, and he crashed down roughly with his back.

Kashmiri’s eyes were mean-looking and horrific like a hypnotic killer.

“Who the hell are you?” Kashmiri asked and his eyes glittered. He was holding his sword in his hands.

Alfred was just a strike away from being killed. He needed no seer to tell him that. Then his mind wandered off to Theresa.

‘If this bàstard is this deadly, how much more Shikita?’ Alfred thought to himself.

In that instant, he regretted setting Theresa up with Shikita. Shikita would kill her without thinking twice.

At that very moment, Alfred became worried. Worried about Theresa.

If anything went wrong, they might not be able to get the antidote and Theresa might lose her life. That was the last thing Alfred wanted. Alfred didn’t want her to die.

He must successfully take out Kashmiri before he can proceed with his plan.

Kashmiri came at Alfred and swung his sword to cut him down. Alfred succeeded in dodging a few strikes but he couldn’t avoid that last one.

Kashmiri’s blade tore opened a deep cut on his thigh. Alfred went down on one knee and he gasped in pains.

‘This is bad. If this goes on at this rate, it won’t be long before he chops my head off.’ Alfred thought as his thigh bled.

Kashmiri still had no idea who Alfred was. He was taking the risk of killing Alfred despite the fact he was a foreign guest in his Chashitsu.

Alfred had impersonated Mr Donovan well, now was the time to beat Kashmiri and get his plans in full motion. More than anything else, he wanted to protect Theresa and get the antidote.

The poison served to the guest and every member of the Chashitsu wasn’t a deadly poison.

It’s effects were in three stages. The first stage was extreme stomach ache which then leads to paralysis and then sleep, the last stage. Jeff had assured Alfred the poison would last over four hours.

Alfred didn’t expect everyone to drink the tea in the ceremony but at least, a majority did. The poison was very effective and it’s reached it’s peak on it’s victims body.

That should give them enough time to get Shikita and Kashmiri out of the way.

Kashmiri dashed at Alfred again and this time, he kept swinging his sword to chop off his head.

Alfred couldn’t dodge most of his attacks and he ended up getting sword cuts on his skin, his arms and his shoulder.

Alfred wanted to get closer to Kashmiri so he could bust his jaw with his fist but Kashmiri was so fast he didn’t even give Alfred the opening he wanted.

“I must survive,” Alfred thought aloud. “Theresa risked her life to save mine, so I must get the antidote to also save her own life before time runs out.”

Kashmiri surprised Alfred. He fought like he was some sort of black ninja. His swiftness and swordsmanship was impeccable.

If Alfred hadn’t been good at dodging, he would have been minced like beef.

Suddenly Kashmiri came under Alfred in a surprise attack and gave him adeep cut in his stomach. Blood gushed out of Alfred’s stomach and he staggered back, then he fell on his back.

Kashmiri stood over Alfred. He looked pleased to have sliced his stomach. What was left was his head. Kashmiri was going to do it. Alfred could see the determination in his eyes.

Alfred took in a deep breath and in place of his pain, he felt anger. The thought of Theresa filled his mind. He felt a rising rage welling up inside him.

The throbbing awful pains of his stomach was gone instantly but he was still bleeding badly.

Then Alfred began rising up to his feet, much to Kashmiri’s surprise. Even with his bleeding stomach, Alfred still had a lot of fighting spirit left in him.

Alfred stood fully to his feet and regarded Kashmiri. Alfred was no longer in possession of his body. His dark side was taking control of him.

Whenever Alfred is filled with rage, his dark side takes over, turning him into a cold and ruthless killer.

A surge of new power flowed through his veins and his muscles and tissues. Rage and anger ran through his entire body and a fresh energy reawakened inside him.

Rage was what Alfred was feeling. The thought of not getting the antidote in time for Theresa, added to his rage. Alfred is now looking like a beast, ready to devour his prey.

Kashmiri took some few steps backwards with his sharp sword in hand. He looked like someone who’s just seeing a dead man come to life.

Alfred’s gazed angrily at Kashmiri. He was already slaughtering Kashmiri with his looks.

Kashmiri repeated his first question. The looks of fear in his eyes was something to see. “Who are you?”

Alfred’s face darkened in anger. He didn’t give Kashmiri a response, Instead, his body moved with incredible speed at Kashmiri.

Kashmiri ducked under Alfred’s punch and tried to slash his legs off but Alfred summersaulted over his head before he could make the move and landed him a blow on his back.

Alfred heard a bone shifted as he staggered forward. Kashmiri didn’t give up. He came after him again, swinging his sword up and down and putting his Martial arts to play.

Alfred couldn’t dodge all his strikes and he got badly wounded again. Alfred wasn’t feeling the pains, all he was feeling was rage. Rage towards Kashmiri.

Alfred was being controlled by his rage and anger. Despite his speed, Alfred still sustained bad injuries and deep cuts. Alfred was bleeding but he didn’t stop fighting.

The more Kashmiri cut him up, the more he fought back. He wasn’t holding back for one second.

Alfred began to notice Kashmiri was getting tired and his strikes were getting weaker.

Alfred’s punches began to land heavily on him. Alfred was breathing faster and with each blow he landed on Kashmiri, he countered his attack with his feet.

Alfred was now using kick boxing now to beat Kashmiri up.

Alfred’s reflexes were faster. He could dodge Kashmiri’s strikes with ease and when Alfred saw the opening he was waiting for, he went for it.

His fists began moving very fast against Kashmiri’s face. Alfred punched and kicked until Kashmiri gave up and went limp.

Then snatching the sword from him, Alfred angrily impaled the blade through his chest, killing him outrightly.

That was Alfred started calming down. The rage he was feeling suddenly left his body.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

(Flashback ends)

Staring at Shikita right now, Alfred felt sorry for her. She was trembling with rage and hunger for revenge.

Alfred became aware just how much her uncle meant to her. He also never wanted to kill Kashmiri, but Kashmiri proved stubborn thereby unleashing Alfred’s dark side.

Shikita was trembling as she touched her uncle’s lifeless body. Her uncle’s death shook her to the core.

Shikita made to pounce on Alfred but her stopped her immediately with a wave of his hand. “I wouldn’t advise you to do that, Shikita. It’s best if you listen to what I have to say. This whole Chashitsu is wired into a bomb.”

Shikita stood fixed where she was, her blue eyes watchful and calculative. Alfred had a forewarning this woman was going to be difficult.

Pulling out a button remote from his pocket, Alfred showed it to her. “I’m not bluffing. Before venturing here, I had my two best men plant numerous bombs underneath this very building we are in. Now I know the Chashitsu meant a lot to you and your uncle. It’s a family heritage, right? Your uncle’s great grand father passed it on to his children so they can pass it to the next for generations to come. I know I’m right. So here’s the thing. Your uncle is dead but he’s got wives and children living in this Chashitsu. If I blow this up, everyone dies.”

“Including you,” Shikita snapped, also pointing at Theresa. “And her.”

“I’d give her a five minutes start,” Alfred tried to grin at her but failed. “She’d escape but you’re trapped in here with me and your uncle’s family. I an not scared of dying. I have facee death many times and defeated it. You love your uncle, don’t you? Then cooperate with me. You’d be doing his family a big favor.”

Shikita began shedding tears. “Just wait until the Wang family knows about this. You’d regret the very day you’re born.”

Alfred’s thumb nursed the remote’s button. “I won’t regret anything. Besides, the Wang family wouldn’t know shít. I’ve got my tracks covered pretty nice.”

Theresa started rising up weakly to her feet. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and she sat down on a wooden chair. She was feeling a slight headache.

Caesar was the one who wired the bombs. The plan was, if things got sour, Alfred would have Theresa escape the Chashitsu and blow the place up.

But the truth was, Alfred didn’t want to blow this Chashitsu up. The purpose of the bombs were to threaten Shikita and force her to surrender to him.

Shikita needed no one to tell her she was busted. Jeff was right on the money when she said Shikita wouldn’t risk her family getting hurt.

Alfred watched her closely as she glared at him. Something tells him Shikita was tempted to shoot a Poisoned needle at him but she wouldn’t dare because of the bomb remote in Alfred’s hand.

Shikita then opened her mouth and asked. “What do you want?”

“Let’s get out of here first,” Alfred said, gravely while gripping the bomb remote tightly in his hand. “Then I’ll tell you what I want.”

Shikita hesitated but when the bomb remote came to her eyes again, she made up her mind to come with them.

Alfred felt relieved.

“My Lord, your stomach is bleeding heavily,” Theresa said, a worried note in her tone.

Alfred put the bomb remote away and buried his hands deep in his pockets. “Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. Let’s just get the fuck out of this place.”