Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance)

by Ws Greer

  “You are so full of shit!” Vlad said excitedly. “There is no way you like that shit. Since when do you like good girls who don’t want to fuck all the time?”

  “Since I met her, I guess. What can I say, bro, the chick is just cool,” Abram said calmly. “Slow down, asshole. You’re about to run the stoplight.”

  Vlad had to press hard on the brakes to keep from sliding into the intersection, and the Mustang came to a screeching halt in the middle of the crosswalk.

  “See there? Too busy thinking about fucking Min in your backseat to stop the car,” Abram joked.

  Just then, the black Cadillac that had been following the young men pulled up next to the passenger side of the Mustang. Vlad and Abram didn’t notice the black man that exited the backseat of the driver’s side of the vehicle until Abram’s door was being yanked open.

  “What the fuck!” Abram screamed as he turned and noticed the man, wearing a black suit with white pinstripes and a red tie, pointing a large gun at his stomach.

  “Eye for an eye,” the man uttered as he pulled the trigger. The two shots from the nine-millimeter pistol rang loudly inside the vehicle as the bullets struck Abram in the chest and stomach. Some of Abram’s blood splattered onto Vlad’s face and clothes as the gunman walked back to the vehicle, climbed into the back seat, and the car meandered away as if the getaway driver were out for a Sunday drive.”

  “Oh my fucking God! What the fuck! Abram, you’re fucking bleeding, man! Talk to me. Are you okay?” Vlad screamed in a terrifying panic.

  Abram clutched his stomach as blood poured out of his wounds in a steady pool.

  “I’m not okay. I’m hit, bro. Oh my God! Somebody fucking shot me!” Abram bellowed.

  “Oh my God! We have to get you a fucking hospital,” Vlad said as he opened his door and ran to Abram’s side of the car and closed the door. He then ran back to the driver’s side, quickly climbed in and stomped on the gas pedal before he even had his door closed.

  “The hospital is only two blocks away. You’re going to be okay, Abram. Just hold on, bro. Who the fuck was that? I don’t get it. Who the fuck would do that? He didn’t even try to rob us. What the fuck?” Vlad rambled as he shifted the Mustang into fifth gear and sped down the road, blowing past every red light he passed on the empty street.

  Vlad reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. “Abram, I need your mom’s number so I can tell her what the fuck just happened and to meet us at the hospital. What’s her number?”

  Abram shook his head slowly from left to right.

  “What, Abram? Don’t you fucking die on me, man. Come on, bro. Just hold on! We’re almost there,” Vlad screamed.

  “No, don’t call my mom,” Abram mumbled as he began to slip into unconsciousness.

  “What are you talking about?” Vlad asked. “We have to call your mom!”

  Abram continued to shake his head slowly as his eyes began to close involuntarily. “No,” he said. “Call my dad. We have to call my dad.”