The JailBird Chapter 25
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🔸The JailBird:
🔸(Female • In • Disguise)🔸
She slapped him back!
The contact happened like a dream, but she was proved wrong immediately cos Madden’s right hand grabbed her by the throat.
The next thing she felt was her back slamming against the window of a Audi car.
The window shattered, and the glass wounded her back even more as her blood soaked her shirt.
“Ah…ghh!” She gasped in stuttered verses, her painful eyes rolling back in their sockets before finally settling on Madden.
Just like her own cheek is red from his slap, Madden’s cheek is also red from her slap.
His eyes blazed with a fierce, crimson intensity, burning bright in red like embers and ready to bore traumatizing holes into the core of her soul.
It’s as if the very veins in his eyes caught fire as his grip on her neck tightened, fingers digging into her skin.
Despite the blaze of outrage in his eyes, Adeline didn’t look away from them.
Despite the fact that she’s choking madly and might die in the next minute from his strangulation, she kept holding eyes with the beast, then she gathered the strength to talk…
“It’s not my… I was… It’s…
“Shut it” he muttered, his voice deeper and echoing with resentment.
He let go of her, and she started panting, drawing air into her starved lungs.
He only had to holler, and two guards came over.
“Take him to the basement” he told them, and her eyes widened as she was grabbed.
“No! It’s not…my… It’s…
She couldn’t even talk straight cos of the harshness of the choking. Her voice is still lost.
She would have resorted to fighting the guards off, but with her back wound, she dare not.
Madden turned and walked away before she could form a sentence, and two minutes later, the guards arrived at a the basement with her.
She was thrown inside, and the door was shut as she stood and began hitting it repeatedly.
“I was only following orders!!! Get me out of here jerks!!”
*
Madden went straight to the house of Orlovs, and luckily, he met both Erik and Klara.
They’re at the dinning room, eating dinner silently as the time is currently some minutes downside 8pm.
Madden got inside, the fury still gleaming in his orbs as he held the table by the edges, flipping it together with the meals and dishes on it.
Glasses and dinning wares scattered everywhere, and the dinning table itself broke to four equal parts.
“Madden!” Klara stood, her eyes questionably wide.
Erik remained on his seat, seeming unsurprised since he’s the mastermind of everything anyways.
“If you keep this shit up, then I’ll kill you before you clock sixty! How dare you doublecross me! How dare you use my trainee against me! How dare you, Erik!” Madden yelled, pulling Erik up roughly by his collar.
“Madd!” Klara shouted again to bring him back to his senses, but Madden wasn’t having it.
“You fuçking heard me so stop calling my name or I’ll wound you mother!” Madden shouted back at her, and Klara slowly turned her face to Erik who’s staying still in Madden’s hold.
“You ruined his meeting with the merchant? You sent Micheal to eliminate him? Erik?”
The old man’s brows knitted, but he remained composed like he didn’t hear what Klara just said.
“Yes. Because he had nothing to offer. He wasn’t the one who shipped the bullets for the snitch” Erik replied.
“You knew that and you gave me the wrong info?” Madden muttered.
“Sorry, son” Erik smiled, but the smile was smeared when Madden brought his fist down to his face, punching him heavily.
Erik staggered with a bleeding cheekbone, and Klara couldn’t even move an inch.
It’s like her heels are gummed to the ground, and veins corded her neck completely.
“You wanna be the future Pakhan with this attitude?” Erik said, wiping blood from his cheek before standing straight.
Madden’s jaw clicked dangerously…
“When a leader can’t accept failure, then it’s a poof. You hate failure so tell me how you’d handle that in the future. A good leader handles failure and success hand in hand!” Erik snarled.
“Never! You hear me? Never will I bend for failure. I’ve had enough of it, so just watch me. You must be getting tired of pretending to like me when you actually feel the opposite. The war is only just starting, Erik” Madden replied and started storming out of the dinning.
“Madden…” Klara blocked him.
“You, too. You can stop pretending to be a good mother. I don’t need your damn charity” Madden replied harshly and shook her off, then he stepped out.
“I’m not fake like the others, Madden! I am your damn mother! You came out of me and you are my son!” Klara shouted after him, grabbing the dinning cellar wood.
She pushed it down, letting all the alcohol and wine in it fall to their demise, splashing colours to the walls and her red dress.
“You’re not making any sense right now, Klara” Erik talked.
“What about you? You think you’re making it? How could you doublecross him? You’re going back on the deal and it’s setting my nerves on fire! I treat your children as mine so I see no reason why you should be an ass to him!” Klara glared.
“Are you talking about going back on the deal when you’re the one who started it? You started giving him special treatment first!” Erik yelled, and Klara clenched her jaw, walking over the mess on the ground to him, so they’re standing toe-to-toe.
“You know how he is. You know what his personality is like. You know about his anger issues and you know how tough his childhood was. Stop trying to start a war you won’t win” she muttered.
“War? I have enough comrades behind me and you know. You’ll be the loser at the end, so you might wanna stop treating him like a king. I got the information I needed from the merchant before ordering Michael to go kill him, and I’m transferring all the information to Igor. We’re playing reality, right? Then let’s get started” Erik replied, his demeanor so mean.
He stormed out afterwards, and Klara gritted her teeth, folding her fists.
A guard suddenly rushed in with a tablet.
“You have to see this, godmother” he reported, handing the tablet to her.
Klara took it, and her eyes glitched when she saw the video playing on screen.
It’s a record of how Adeline slapped Madden at the park.
The video started from where she slapped him, so the fact that Madden slapped her first or grabbed her neck is hidden right now.
Klara threw the tablet at the wall, her rage going over the top.
“Bring Micheal to me” she ordered.
“He has been sent to the basement by Death himself” the guard reported.
“Good, he never spares anyone he sends there so I expect his dead body by daybreak” Klara said.
*
GYM*
Loud and Jinx are currently inside with scanty other mobsters, exercising late.
It’s only peaceful like this at night, which is why Loud prefers night visitation to mornings.
He’s on the cable machine while Jinx is on the upright bike, both sweating as heavy exhales escaped their stressed nostrils.
“Shouldn’t we stop now?” Jinx said, her voice barely coming out.
“One more minute” Loud replied.
“You said that thirty minutes ago too, fûcker” Jinx replied, getting down from the bike.
Loud chuckled, letting go of the cables.
“You told me Micheal would meet us here, why is he not in sight yet?” Jinx asked, picking a towel to wipe her face.
Loud picked a towel too, wiping his face without replying.
“Wait… Are you keeping something? Is there something I should know?” She suspiciously asked.
“He went on a mission for The Pakhan, actually” Loud confessed.
“What the fûck! Wasn’t he supposed to work for Death only? What’s the nature of the mission? What are they trying to do to him cos this is obviously not ordinary” Jinx said, her tone alarming.
“I dunno the nature of the mission, but honestly since he left, I haven’t been thinking straight too, which is why I dragged you to come gym with me to distract myself” Loud replied.
“Darn, this is bad.” Jinx got her phone from where she dropped it, and her eyes shadowed when she saw over two thousand new messages from the group chat.
Curiously, she clicked on it, and her eyes widened when she saw the slap video.
“Loud you need to see this! Check the group!”
Loud got his phone, checking the group too.
His eyes widened with the same intensity, then he exchanged glances with Jinx before running out of the gym with her.
Getting out to the compound, it’s total chaos.
Normally, the mobsters split at nighttime.
Some sleep because of tiredness and some go on night mission. Some go clubbing, some go drinking, some duel and some fûck, so the compound is always dry except for the guards, but tonight, it’s different.
It’s full to the brim with mobsters strolling in groups, their eyes glued to their phone screens and their mouths speaking nonstop.
* Slapping Death calls for death.
* Fuçking hot death
* Micheal is gutsy.
* Is he insane?
* And to think we threw a welcome dinner for him
* Someone remove the fucker from the group already!
* The fact that he killed Stravinsky, is that getting into his empty skull?
* Let’s bet it, his body will be out of the basement tomorrow morning.
Jinx and Loud couldn’t close their mouths at the nonstop sprouting of hate words.
So the clan is scattering and they were at the gym without any knowledge of it?
“C’mon Jinx, I can’t lose Micheal too. I just lost Nikolai I can’t fuçking lose Micheal too!” Loud said loudly.
“I know how you feel, and I feel the same, but it’s Death we’re talking about. I don’t think Micheal is coming out of that basement alive” Jinx replied.
“No, there has to be something, there has to be” Loud shook his head, running towards the manor.
“Loud!” Jinx went after him.
*
IGOR’S SUITE*
The tapping sounds of laptop keys could be heard as Igor’s fingers danced on the system board.
His eyes are fixed on it, and Andrei is behind him, watching his every move.
The key sounds got louder and louder every second, and then Igor did the last long click, finalizing the deal.
“Yes!” He stood with a big smile.
“It’s done?” Andrei said, looking at the laptop screen.
“Yeah. Father said the merchant only traded with one person for the past two weeks, and that person is an American. Obviously, the person is working with someone in this clan” Igor explained.
“So we’re flying to America to get the person? When is the flight?” Andrei asked.
“I booked a secret meeting with him since he’s a business man, and we’re meeting on Friday, meaning we have to fly on Thursday” Igor replied.
“I’ll prepare” Andrei said and started leaving.
“Go to the house of Orlovs first. Tell father to order Madden to keep Micheal alive” Igor suddenly said.
“Why?” Andrei deadpanned.
“You didn’t hear the trending news? Damn, he slapped Madden? Incredible, I want him in my team” Igor replied.
“Sure” Andrei nodded, finally leaving.
He left the door ajar, so instantly after he left, Kimberly came in.
“Do you have no shame? Buy some! You’re acting cheap and it’s an eyesore” Igor barked.
“You still want me. I see it in your eyes. You’re only just scared” Kimberly replied, walking slowly to him, her eyes fixed on his belt.
“Scared of what?” Igor frowned when she got to him.
“Getting addicted to my body. You’re scared of wanting me everyday and no one else. Admit it, you want me as much as I do” Kimberly replied, smiling as their eyes angled.
Igor snickered arrogantly, and when Kimberly saw his Adam’s apple moving hungrily, she smiled again, pushing his chest.
Igor fell on the couch, and she came over him, undoing his belt with big appetite.
“Fine, bîtch. Show me what you’ve got” Igor said arrogantly.
“I will” she replied, pulling down his pants.
His huge dick slapped her cheek, but she gave it control by palming it. She rubbed the cap before bending over.
She held eyes with Igor for one last time, licking her lips.
“I love you, Igor” she whispered.
Before Igor could curse her, she was already sucking him…
“Damn!” Igor cursed.
*
TO Be Continued
