The Kidnapping

BANG!

“Hey Tonia am home!”

Kicking the door wide open,Angelina walked into her apartment.

Dropping the shopping bags,she was surprised that the house was empty.

“It seems like she's not yet back from her work”she thought as she entered the kitchen.

Reaching for the fridge door,she suddenly facepalmed as she remembered something.

“Dear Lord! How could I have forgotten,today's her date night."

As if to confirm that a small stickynote was stuck onto the fridge's door.

It read;

“Got a date tonight,not gonna be home till midnight,take care of yourself and don't miss me too much.

Love,

Tonia.”

“Silly girl.”Angela commented while smiling.

Opening the fridge,she proceeded to empty out the contents of her shopping bags into the fridge. When she was done arranging the groceries she grabbed a bag of potato chips while heading to her room. Kicking the stiletto heels she wore off,Angelina literally moaned with pleasure as the heels came off.”Damn!those things are a death trap,I better stick to shoes.”

Loosening her clothes till they were comfortable,she jumped on her bed in a manner not befitting a lady at all.

Not that she cared though, furthermore she was the only one in the house right now.

“I really need to rest before I can even attempt any thing." She thought as she munched on the last potato chip.

Tossing the empty bag on the floor, she proceeded to set an alarm before napping.

It's currently past seven so nine o’clock is just right.”

Tossing her phone to one side,she soon entered the land of dreams.

………….

Detroit is a city that never sleeps!

It's vibrant energy pulsed through every street, every corner and at every moment. While daytime offered it’s own unique charm, nighttime transformed Detroit into a whole new world.

Nightclubs were definitely the best places to appreciate this side of Detroit. While some were run by reputable individuals,most were actually under the control of the various Mafia gangs that populated the city. They owned more than seventy percent of the various nightclubs in Detroit. The revenue these clubs generated was simply unimaginable as they also offered services like gambling and some ‘exotic’ special services.

Naturally,each of these establishments were not managed directly by the bosses at the top,rather,it was one of their lackeys with some accomplishments that ran them.

One such lackey was Antonioni Massarei. He belonged to the Red Jacaranda one of the four big Mafia gangs in Detroit.

Due to his noteworthy accomplishments when he was younger,coupled with his uncle putting in a word or two for him,he was able to have the Spitting bear club allocated to him for management.

Currently,he was reclining on one of the high-end, luxurious chairs inside one of the VIP booths in the club.

Beside him were two ladies both of them scantily dressed,one was giving him a foot massage while the other was feeding him some fruits while he caressed their bodies.

“Sigh, life's been good.” he thought.

Ever since he became the boss here,his life had been great. He was no more that low level grunt who had to endanger his life all the time. Furthermore,he was his own boss,well not like he owned the club per se, the decisions concerning the establishment were his to make as he was given an unprecedented level of autonomy. All he had to ensure was the quarterly tribute to headquarters,the rest were his.

He was still in the midst of his reminiscing when the door of the VIP booth was flung open,one of his subordinates rushing in. Before he could say a word,his subordinate had started speaking in a hysterical manner.

“Boss run! Some guys came here searching for you ,we asked them who they were but they only gave one name Al Capone. Since they were not much we wanted to kill some of them as a lesson.

It was a disaster!Before we knew a thing all the guys on our side were already gunned down. Somehow,they spared me and I rushed to find you. We have to escape from here boss!

“Initially, Antonioni was incensed,his anger evident on his face. Who was he?

It had been long since anyone dared to disrespect him as those who did died a gruesome death,yet some bastard actually provoked him!

Once he caught them he would let them experience the most bitter of tortures,kill all their families and relatives,feed their corpse to dogs,na…..he was still fuming in his mind when he suddenly heard a name that drained all blood from his face turning it ghostly white:Al Capone!

Just like how the Red Jacarandas had a symbolic name for their Mafia lord,the other three Mafia groups also had theirs.

While some of the Mafia gangs used the same title,only one gang used the title ‘Al Capone’.

The Jambiteros!

They were the strongest of all the four gangs as they had once dominated the whole of Detroit’s underworld.

But that was long ago,they were not as powerful as in their heydays. They suddenly lost their Mafia lord when he was needed the most. Some said it was a joint ambush by the other three gangs while others said it was an internal job. Till this day,what really happened was obscured in a dense layer of fog.

Even though that was in the past,a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse.The Jambiteros were not who he could oppose,while they were not that active previously due to the vacuum carved by the loss of their Al Capone,them coming out now was equivalent to saying they weren't afraid anymore!

He didn't dare to face them at all!

He was about to make a run for the secret door in the booth when three bullets tore through the air,their succesive reports making his ears ring.

He fell down in an attempt to prevent himself from being shot only to discover that the shooter had paused. He was still hunched over when the steady rhythm of shoes clacking on the wooded floor echoed in the room. Following behind that person were about six or seven people,five maybe? He wasn't really sure.

Pausing,the person walking stopped before he heard a cold,machine like voice ask;”Antonioni Massarei?”

“Ye,yes milord!”

" I have some questions I'll love to ask you,do you mind coming?”

Waving his hands in a flurry,he replied;" Not at all,not at all.”

With a smile hanging on his lips the man spoke;" Good,I like those who are obedient,men help him up and bring him to the van,we have work to do.”

“Yes Capone!" They all chorused before they half raised and half dragged him out of the booth. On the way out,he saw that subordinate of his but his head had now had  a gaping hole in it's center,the two girls serving him were also dead,their lives claimed by an head shot.

He wasn't able to find that Al Capone guy,however.

Soon he his hands and legs were bound before he was thrown into a white ice cream van.

Surprisingly,there were two other people in the van,people he knew,they were also club managers like him.

Before he could even attempt communicating with them,the stock of a gun had already made it's way to the back of his head.

And then…

Silence.