SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E15)🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
BLOODSHED 2
{Continuation…}
Meanwhile, back in the territory of the Red Wolves gang, a dark van pulled up, screeching to a halt in front of the building. Two members emerged from the building, dressed only in black baggy trousers and boots, puffing on cigarettes. As they came out, four members of the Red Wolves leapt out of the van with two other men, whose hands were bound, and rushed into the big building. This caught the attention of some of the other Red Wolves members in the building until they reached their superior’s room.
The pinioned men were thrown to the floor in front of Miguel, whose back was turned towards them. His waist is wrapped in a white towel, with a Cuban cigar clenched between his lips, as he counted each bundle of CAD dollars on the large table cluttered with cards, dice, guns, and hard drugs: cocaine, weed, and cigars. The two men on the floor were immediately pulled up to their knees by four of Miguel’s men, their faces bruised and battered, with black eyes. Two of the men held the captives’ faces up, pressing sharp, fixed-blade knives against their necks
In that moment, Miguel turned around and perched lightly on the table, standing with one leg crossed over the other. His towel, wrapped around his waist, accentuated his physique. With poise, he placed two fingers opposite his Cuban cigar to hold it and puffed on it, examining the two men kneeling before him. As he exhaled, smoke billowed from his mouth, and he narrowed his eyes. Despite his intimidating appearance, which commanded both terror and respect from those around him, neither of the men on their knees showed any sign of fear.
Miguel: As far as I can remember, there were three of them who tried to claim my life two days ago. Where is the third person?
Miguel asked one of his men in a placid voice, filling the room with the pungent aroma of his Cuban cigar smoke as he fixed his eyes on the men kneeling before him.
Gangster 4: He attempts to shoot us, so we gave him a one-way ticket…
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Miguel: To the afterlife, good! And look who’s here? Tell me, how come are this ones alive?
Miguel asked, his face inches from the one who had answered his question. He exhaled smoke onto the man’s face, his eyes locked intensely on him, while the others watched in dead silence.
Gangster: (bows his face) Because… They weren’t armed when we caught them, jefe.
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Miguel: But you gave them beating of their life, didn’t you?
Miguel asked, trying to intimidate him.
Gangster 4: Yes, jefe!
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Miguel: THANK YOU, GOOD BOY!
Miguel said loudly, raising his hands. His loud voice sent a cold chill down the spines of his men as he walked over to perch lightly on the table, standing with one leg crossed over the other.
Miguel: Because I’m going to let them pay for what they did. I’ll show you two what happens to those who cross me. But I’ll buy you some time. And I’m going to ask this once, who sent you to come and kill me?
Miguel asked in a grave voice, feeling undisturbed, as he absorbed in his cuban cigar with poise. The two men on their knees didn’t give him response as they gave him death stare, especially the older one. Ever since he was brought to the ground with his partner, he’s been trying to break loose from the grip of the men of Miguel, which Miguel observed in the nick of time. Observing him, Miguel pick a saw knife from the large table behind him and walked to the young man then squats at his front.
Miguel: Please, tell me he’s the boss, young man.
Miguel blurted, looking him straight in the eye, a cynical smile spreading across his face as he expected a response. However, instead of answering, the younger man spat in his face and chuckled before responding, his expression transforming into anger.
Man 1: The answer is “go fuck yourself, son of a bitch”
After his statement, he spat on Miguel face again, which prompted one of Miguel’s men to bash him hard on the head with the handle of the knife that was place on his neck, making him bleed instantly. He winced as blood oozed down his face from the head. But Miguel signaled to his men to stop immediately as he did that and chuckles, rubbing the young man’s spit from his face with poise.
Unexpectedly, Miguel stabbed the young man deep in the chin with the saw knife. Blood oozed from the man’s nose and mouth as his eyes remained wide open. As he slowly penetrated the saw knife deeper into his chin, blood gushed immensely as the tip of the knife appeared from the middle of the young man’s head. Next, Miguel slowly pulled the knife down halfway, the blade covered in blood, and slit the young man’s neck open with great agility, the cut accompanied by a loud ‘CRACK’. The young man’s head lost balance, falling onto his shoulder, his neck half-opened, as blood oozed out extremely before he succumbed to his injury.
After the deed, Miguel rubs the knife on the clothes of the young man’s corpse, followed by his hands with no sign of remorse in him. Then, he issued orders, his gaze directed at his own men while the older men closed his eyes, fuming in rage.
Miguel: Two of you should clean up this mess. Take this perpetrators out of my sight.
Immediately, two out of Miguel’s men drags the younger man’s corpse out of the room by the legs. As they pull, the blood of the young mans corpse stained the floor, leaving trace. As soon as they were gone, Miguel glance at the other man in knees before walking back to the table, but his word only fuel the rage of the man. Miguel was about to pick up a gun from the large table when the man blurted.
Man: Look at this hypocrite. He’s accusing someone of being a perpetrator, yet he’s the worst of all. A heinous and poisonous individual who inflict pain and sorrow into the lives of many, yet claims to be honest. A wolf in sheep’s clothing who doesn’t deserve to exist, a menace who should be eradicated from the face of the earth.
Hearing that, Miguel furrowed his eyesbrow and clenched his fist at first, but then, he clapped his palms shortly after his statement with his back still directed, as he spoke.
Miguel: Vengeance… vengeance for the death of your old man. Hm, alessandro gave birth to a wild son. Unfortunately, only he’s alive now to see how vengeful is his son wants to take my life so badly. You’re alessandro Luca’s son, Andrea, aren’t you?
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Andrea: HOW DARE YOU? HOW COULD YOU? WHAT COULD HE HAVE POSSIBLY DONE?
The poor man yelled at Miguel, panting and giving him a death stare that could kill, but the men of Miguel pinioned him from breaking loose from their weapon and grip
Miguel: I knew it.
Miguel said in a calm voice, as he took the gun from the table and loads it, paying close attention on it carefully. Then, he added.
Miguel: Vengeance. I know the cravings for vengeance: intense anger, hurt, frustration, bitterness, obsession, helplessness, shame, and anticipation. You see, these emotions can swirl together, creating a powerful and potentially overwhelming desire for vengeance. And when it happens, you feel controlled and blinded by them. The aftermath is often unpleasant. The question is, what feelings does it bring after achieving vengeance?
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Andrea: (frowning) I’ll take great pleasure in dismantling you.
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Miguel: Ha-ha! I admire your confidence, but you’re trap now.
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Andrea: (snarling) Tell your dogs to let go of me, and let’s find out. I’m gonna tear you into pieces! Come on, coward!”
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Miguel: ‘I’m gonna kill you…’ was my first statement when I vowed to avenge my sister’s death
Saying that, Miguel dropped the gun and picked up a passport shattered on the large table. He fixed his eyes on it as he added to his statements
Miguel: Her name was Alessia, a good sister to me. She was everything to me. She was like a loving father, mother, brother, and sister – she was the only person I grew up knowing for most of my life. We lost our father before my birth, and my mother passed away after my birth. (Gasp) But my sister stood by my side. You see, she was the one who bathed me, fed me, and took me to school. She helped me with my schoolwork. She sacrificed a lot for me, making sure I didn’t lack a thing. But one night, she was raped and murdered in cold blood before my eyes. In the process of being raped, she bit one of the rapists on the hand. Out of anger, the one who was bitten grasped a massive stone and smashed it into her skull, busting her head open.
After that, Miguel clenched his fists, squeezing the passport in his palm, and continued, his voice calm and soft.
Miguel: The thing is, I was old and smart enough when she was sexually assaulted and murdered in front of me. As far as I can remember, I was just a fifteen-year-old boy who was planning to get admitted to a higher institution with my sister’s support. I was a fifteen-year-old who had planned to make my sister proud at any cost. But they murdered my sister in cold blood, which prompted the young boy I was to make decisions I never meant to take. Vengeance! Vengeance was the only thing that rang in my head after that day. And I did achieve it. I killed the men who took away the only family I had in my life, brutally. But that didn’t end there. I killed all their families, brutally, until there was no bloodline left of any of them. A day doesn’t go by without me drifting off to sleep, haunted by the memories of those I killed, feeling vivid dreams that replay the traumatic events.
Andrea: Congratulations! You’re a master narrator!
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Miguel: (scoffs) No!!
Miguel disagreed, picking the gun and turned around, facing him. Then, he walked to him with confident stride saying, In a gravely voice.
Miguel: No! I’m a survivor, and death, which is about to seal your fate right now. Any last words, Chief?
Miguel asked, pointing the gun on head, as they both maintained deadly look. But, the man said boldly.
Andrea: Yes, you won. And I’m not afraid to die…
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Miguel: And I’m not also afraid to send you to the afterlife..
Saying that, Miguel cocks the gun, which echoed ‘clicks’ ready to pull the trigger, but the man stopped him.
Andrea: Wait! You think this is the end? No, this is just the beginning. You kill me, my people will take your head.
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Miguel: All I see is an empty threat. I’ve been in situations even more dire than that before. The truth is that, I’m always ahead of the game. So, let them come, I’ll be glad to welcome them with death too…
As soon as he finished his statement, Miguel shot him on the right shoulder, a loud ‘BOOM’ echoed through the room. The poor man fell to the ground, groaning loudly in an excruciating pain, clutching his right shoulder, as he laid flat on his back. Again, Miguel cocks the gun and point it down directly at him.
Andrea: (coughs blood, wincing) Ahhhh, you son of a bitch. Don’t.. don’t get too cocky. You’ll suffer the consequences.
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Miguel: Every actions has repercussions in life, I know. You don’t need to remind me. Besides, here you are, bleeding and lying helplessly on the floor like a dying goat. You should be concerned about the consequences you’re facing right now…
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Andrea: (coughs up again) Ahh.. My.. my.. spirit will haunt you..
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Miguel: Ah, that’s fantasy. F-cking nonsense! I’m surprised you are so gullible, believing in such tales. Imbecile! I never had a sister; I made up the whole story. I hope your father gives you a convincing reason why he was killed when you meet him in the afterlife.
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Andrea: (hoarse voice) You won’t… get… away with this…
“BOOM”
Miguel shot him in the forehead as soon as he finished his statement. The loud sound of the gun echoed through the room, and the gunshot caused the man to bleed profusely from the head, creating a gaping hole in his forehead. His eyes remained open, frozen in a permanent stare, with his hands splayed apart slightly on the floor. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Miguel cocked the gun and continued firing at him, riddling his face with bullets until the gun was out of ammunition. Then, he issued a command, casting a glance at his men.
Miguel: Get him the hell out of my sight feed his corpse to the altasians at the backyard..
The other two of his men did as they were ordered. As the men carried out his order, Miguel walked over to sit on a small couch with his leg crossed, flipping the short gun in a full circle with his thumb. Just then, a young man, short and chubby, marched in towards where Miguel is sitting in a comfortable manner. Unfazed by the sight of the man’s corpse being pulled out of the room, he observed as the men dragged the corpse through a narrow hallway that led to another room. He stopped in his tracks, looking at Miguel, who was absorbed in puffing on his Cuban cigar, each passing second.
Confidently, he pulled out his wrapped weed from the back of his jeans pocket, along with a lighter, and placed the weed at the side of his lip. Next, he lit it, leaning against the wall in a cross-legged standing position, and inhaled and exhaled the weed calmly. Noticing his confident pose, Miguel trailed off deceivingly, looking at him with a faint smile.
Miguel: Guilio, El gardo (Julius, the fat man), the most stout-hearted man I’ve ever seen.
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Julius: (laughs) Hahahaha, I appreciate your praise, jefe.
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Miguel: You’re welcome! The most stout-hearted man, who feels in control now, stands confidently to smoke before I get my answers from the assignment I aligned him to do.
Hearing that, Julius’s smile instantly faded, replaced by a realization and fearful expression, as he sensed his boss’s voice turning cold. Especially, the way he flipped the gun in a full circle every second sent a cold chill down his spine. Comprehending every last word, Julius got rid of his weed, trying to prove the allegation was wrong.
Julius: Uh, it’s not… what you think, jefe.
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Miguel: You’re a big man now, huh?
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Julius: No, no, jefe, I, uh…
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Miguel: Then, SPEAK ALREADY!! DO I NEED TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO? (Sighs) What’s the update? Fill me in.
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Julius: I found El gato dead when I got to his apartment this afternoon
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Miguel: Wait, you found him dead in his apartment?
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Julius: Precisely, Jefe!
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Miguel: Any cause for his death?
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Julius: I’ve got no idea! But I found a knife stuck in his neck. He must’ve been stabbed there by someone
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Miguel: Yes, if not, why’d there be a knife in his neck, imbecile?
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Julius: Sorry, Jefe! (Clears his throat) Ahem, I suspect this might be the work of one our rivals crew.
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Miguel: Okay, what’s your suggestions?
He asked with full intention, puffing on his Cuban cigar.
Julius: We fight back…
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Miguel: I disagree, for now, although that seems fair. Since our rivals and we are a threat to each other, they took care of what we were supposed to do, which was to eliminate Gordo. They did a fine job! For now, let’s buy them some time, giving them a false sense of security. I’ll see that as a free pass to take action against them next time when they harm another one of ours without holding back. I’m glad they eliminated the coward. I will not tolerate anyone bringing shame to this organization again. Never! El Lobo’s death will be more brutal than any other, serving as a stark warning to members of this organization. It will also strengthen our resolve within. We are Red Wolves! We are rich, strong, and powerful. We cannot accept defeat from anyone, no matter what. We fight to protect our legacy in this country, even if it costs us our lives. It’s the rule. (soliloquize) Given your position, Lobo, you were defeated by a mere girl. I made you my right-hand man because you’re smart, strong, and trustworthy. How dare you, Lobo? You brought this misfortune upon yourself, and you must face the consequences. If only he knew what I’ve done in his life four weeks ago, he wouldn’t dare do anything stupid and would accept his fate. He would’ve been dead four weeks ago. I gave him time to realize the shame he brought upon himself and this organization by letting him stay in prison. Now, I realize that no matter how far one runs from death, death will always catch up when the time comes. It’s the same death that will suck the life out of him. Ah, Lobo, I never expected this from you, given your position as my right-hand man. It shouldn’t have been you, no! And I’ll see you meet your demise, poor soul
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Julius: If you don’t mind m…
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Miguel: Hang on, have I been speaking Italian the entire time? If I don’t mind? What’s my business with him, if I don’t mind? If I didn’t mind, stupid, would I even be talking about him? I expect a darn good reason why I shouldn’t end your life right now
Miguel said, frustration evident in his voice, as he pointed the gun at Julius, sitting cross-legged in a similar position. He cocked the gun, prompting Julius to shrink back and splutter, knowing the kind of man his boss was – one who treated life lightly.
Julius: B-b-b-because…
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Miguel: Until we meet again, my friend! (Cocks the gun)
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Julius: Because he’s got who you need!
Julius blurted, terror spreading across his face. Then, there was a suspenseful silence between them, as Miguel observed him for a while, still pointing the gun at him with a cold expression, which was soon replaced by a cynical smile. And then he asked, flipping the gun back in a full circle with his thumb.
Miguel: You’d best better pray I find your words reasonable and convincing, or your words will tell you take a bullet or not. Who might that be, anyway? (Smokes inhales from his mouth and nose)
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Julius: The debtor’s daughter!
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Miguel: I’ve got a lots of debtor’s daughter working for this organization, so which of them?
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Julius: The one you ordered our men to bring to you hours ago, if her father couldn’t pay back his debt – remember?
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Miguel: Go ahead! (Puffs his cuban cigar)
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Julius: By chance, I saw her in a car with Lorenzo on my way here, but they weren’t aware of it. She’s a friend of Lobo’s, more than a friend, even. In fact, they both grew up together, along with others, not just close to them. (Splutter) It’s not my intention to say this, but based on the connection I’ve seen between them, I don’t think Lobo would give her up under any circumstances, Jefe. From what I know, he’d do anything to protect her from harm, which is something I’ve witnessed firsthand growing up with him, Jefe!
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Miguel: Hm, I see. But I hope your girlfriend is around to protect you from the deadly harm I’m about to inflict now… (Cocks his gun)
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Julius: (gulps) H-have I said anything wrong, jefe?
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Miguel: (smile heinously) No, you’ve made a grave mistake!
Julius swallowed hard, his eyes widening in terror. And then, in a split second, Miguel’s gun fired, the bullet tearing into Julius’s stomach. The loud “BOOM” of the gun reverberated through the room, making everyone’s ears ring. Julius’s anguished groan echoed through the space, a haunting sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed the brutal act. The room fell silent, the only sound being Julius’s labored breathing and the faint smell of gunpowder lingering in the air.
Julius: Aaah!!
Julius yelped and slumped down, holding the side of his stomach where he was shot, bleeding severely. As he shifted his weight backward, he looked up at Miguel, who had now stood up from the chair. Miguel walked calmly towards him, cocked the gun, and his reaction commanded fear.
Miguel: Can’t you see that? That everything makes sense now!
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Julius: (grunts) I’ll do… anything, jefe. But, please… don’t take my life…
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Miguel: Ah, it’s too late. You’re finished, Guilio. As far as I’m concerned, you’re as good as dead. And nothing you say will convince me to spare your life today, my friend. Especially when you know what’s going on. As fat as you are, I’m shocked you’re this clueless. You can’t make a decision on your own; at least, to try to impress me for once. But, you’ve been getting on my nerves with the assignments I gave you. As I recall, you were standing by my side when I ordered some of our men to bring me the debtor’s daughter if he refused to pay me. Wasn’t it? Why can’t you understand that the debtor’s daughter sprinted from our men? Didn’t your instincts kick in? What the fuck were you thinking? Because I think you could’ve done something. I might have been impressed if you’d brought Lorenzo’s head with you, but instead, you came back empty-handed, carrying that useless weight of yours…
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Julius: (groaning in agony) Please… Jefe… (guttural moan) give me… another chance… to prove myself…
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Miguel: Shut the f*** up, B-tch! Don’t worry, I’ll end your pain soon, but let me finish speaking. You had your chance, Guilio. You should’ve played your cards right. Look at your life now, you’re f-cking done for. Maybe I’d have made you my right-hand man by now. Or maybe you’d have been promoted above the others. Little things impress me a lot, depending on how they’re done. You could’ve been enjoying half of my privileges, like Lobo’s, which you all know I don’t joke about. Or… maybe you won’t be joining your ancestors in the afterlife today. Now, I know what I must do… (cocks the gun)
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Julius: (guttural moans) Pleeeeease… noooo… noooo… (desperate whimpering)
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Miguel: You brought this upon yourself, Giulio. Your own dullness sealed your fate.
BOOM! BOOM!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!!
Miguel shot him four times in the stomach, the sound of the gun reverberating through the room. The loud reports sent shivers down the spines of the others present, who watched in horror as the scene unfolded. After committing the deed, Miguel turned his attention to Julius, whose body now lay limp and bleeding profusely from the gunshot wounds. Julius’s eyes remained open, frozen in a permanent stare. Miguel’s gaze lingered on Julius for a moment before he squatted down, rubbing his face with his hands. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if trying to compose himself. A sigh escaped his lips as he stood up.Then, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
Miguel: I hope your soul rest in peace, brother
After saying that, Miguel flipped the gun in a full circle with his thumb and turned around, walking towards the large table. As soon as he reached the table, he dropped the gun and picked up one of the phones on the table, scrolling through it. Shortly after, he placed the phone to his right ear.
Miguel: Hello, lobos!
He said, his voice calm and his face hung low a bit. Shortly after, he raised his face with a heinous expression, sneering.
Tbc…