ALPHA SNIPY– A VALIANT MAFIA LORD

I can’t believe I just lost Dagrin. No! Dagrin can’t just die like a chicken. Never!

“H.. e.. c.. a.. n’t.. be. Dec.. p.. l.. e.. as.. e.. s. ay. i. t.. sa. y.. th.. at.. Dagrin.. is.. n’t.. de.. ad” I stuttered in tears nudging him. “Tell me my buddy still lives. Just say it Declan please.”

“His signal blinked off immediately the mansion exploded mistress. I’m afraid we just lost him.”

“Noo! Don’t say that. Dagrin is a fighter. He didn’t die I know it. I can feel it in my blood. I know he’s alive.”

Declan raised his head and turned away from me. “I want to believe in your faith mistress but I got no other option than to say that having such faith won’t change the fact that he just left us. He just left me.”

“Just shut up Declan and pray to Jah who made life!” I barked at him. “He alone decides when we die.”

“We should be making plans on how to save your brother not dragging over a lost fight, Mistress. Dagrin died a hero. The best we can do for him is respect that fact not regret it. He gave his life for you and I’ll gladly do so too if it reaches my turn. That’s how much we love and cherish you.”

I blinked off tears that overwhelmed and went into his arms immediately he whirled to me.

I don’t know how it happened but I just saw myself kissing him so deeply and he responded as much as I demanded.

“Hmm. I think you both should get a room” my step mum’s twin let out making us jerk apart. I stared away from Declan so he won’t see my red cheeks while smiling inwardly.

“Does that mean my lover if he deserves to be called that died in there too?”

“What else twin? Can’t you see that it was immediately we left that the mansion blew?” Declan retorted. “Even if Dagrin and your lover were wizards there is no how they would have escaped. I’ll fulfill my brother’s last wish and I swear I’ll make that witch pay.”

“You won’t do it alone. I’m joining you in this fight too. I’ll rather die in the fight than watch you both fight my twin all alone.”

“She started it but we will end it,” I muttered heaving out. “My blood is hot and ready to consume.”

Declan nodded, brought out a cigar stick from his trouser pocket, lighted it, and gave it to me. “Take a sip and tell me how you feel mistress”

“I feel rage, Declan. I feel so much anger. I’m so furious” I replied after taking a sip.

“You are ready,” he mumbled and his face stretched into a deadpan frown.

“What’s the plan?”

“You both should follow me,” he uttered, walking into another part of the sub and we did.

We entered to see a table placed neatly in the center of the room. On top of the table was a white sheet with already sketched drawings and plans in it.

I stared at the drawings. Dazed. “You did this?”

“Nope. I don’t know when Dagrin sketched this cause it’s his sketching. He must have been drafting plans right from the day we caught your step mum’s twin here.”

“How? But he never had any information then so how can he be drafting plans of what he didn’t know?”

“I can’t answer that question, mistress. However he did this doesn’t matter right now. What matters right now is that everything he drew here matches exactly where your mum is even without having a title.”

“So what does the plan say? I’m too down to view through and know what it entails myself.”

“Well, we will only be following the sketches, not the plans.”

“Ok. So what are your plans?”

“Firstly your step mum will think us dead but will still have doubts so we won’t attack till her doubts are cleared. Frank is there with your brother cause his signal is on which means he won’t let your brother die.”

“What are you trying to say? That we will leave my brother and Frank with her? What if she kills them?”

“Believe me, mistress, she won’t. I know how all these villains work. Don’t be surprised that she will start treating him so she can use him to appeal before your father and get back into his heart.”

“Wow, you’re so rich in wisdom” my step mum’s twin gaspedand patted his back.

“So now all we have to do is show the world that you’re dead, mistress.”

“What?!”

“Yes, mistress.”

“The main me or the face I carry?”

“Lol. I shouldn’t be laughing but your question is funny. Aren’t both the same you?”

“So?” I snapped and rolled my eyes at him.

“It doesn’t matter which of yourself you show the world. What matters is that she sees and hears that you are dead. Once we’ve successfully done that she will start relaxing and like I said start looking for a way to get your father on her side again. Once she starts that plan we will strike.”

“How do we know when she will start planning to get back with my dad?”

“I just remembered that the chip in Frank’s vein that transmits his signals has a voice recorder in it. Luckily the recorder can get sounds five meters away from where he is. So all we have to do is go purchase that little machine I and Dagrin used earlier so we can transmit the sound to our hearing using a speaker.”

“Ok. Go on.”

“After that, I’ll place a second recorder in the room it will be placed so we don’t miss anything while we carry out the first plan.”

“Are you sure this will work?”

“Don’t you trust me anymore?”

“Of course, I do. I trust you and Da… I just can’t bear the fact that he’s no more.”

“I know, mistress. I hurt too but we have to accept the reality that he’s gone.”

“What about me? I wasn’t placed in the plan,” step mum’s twin said.

“Relax, your role is coming once the news of my mistress here is successfully carried around every news channel in the world and both newspapers. And then to make it more real we will have to make a burial for her too but none of us will attend.”

“Declan, do you know what you’re saying? How can one fake a burial?” I asked in utmost confusion.

“Mistress, there is nothing like fake. Just take it that you are dead now. Once you digest this then you will act like one.”

“Does that mean it will be taken that I died and burnt to ashes in the explosion so my body won’t be needed for the burial?”

“Yes, you just got it. All the journalist and his/her camera boy need to do is video record every part of the burnt mansion then write the heading but the problem now is that we need two or more trustworthy friends of yours that will fake that they won’t want your soul roaming around so to give you peace that they will be conducting your burial immediately. And also police will be sent out to make a fake inquiry and also announce that you couldn’t be seen. I know your country Nigeria. Once we white blows the news with cash they will take it up even without cash so you see it’s easier than you think.”

“You just cursed my country though. Don’t next time or I’ll break your balls.”

We all shared a brief laugh to ease the tension.

“We are out of the mansion arena, mistress,” the helmsman announced.

“What now?” I asked Declan.

“We leave. Here,” he said and handed us cloaks.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

We wore them and walked out of the sub to see a car pull off in front of us and the driver opened its doors.

“Get in, ma’am. It’s me your chauffeur,” the voice from the car muttered.

“You came back for me? How?”

“The helmsman gave me a call ma’am and I couldn’t afford not being there for you all.”

“That’s sweet of you. What about the helmsman Declan?”

“Don’t worry about me, mistress. I got a house close by!” the helmsman shouted from the sub.

“Hope you will be safe with your family. I can’t lose another buddy!”

“We will be mistress. No one even know I work for you so don’t be worried!” he shouted back and zoomed off.

We nodded, rushed into the car and my formal chauffeur took off.

“Where are we going to?” He inquired.

“To my hidden penthouse. You will stop three meters away while we conclude the rest on foot.”

“I don’t know there ma’am.”

“Declan will direct you so no need to panic.”

We got down after so many hours of driving and my chauffeur zoomed off while we walk the remaining meters.

It didn’t take long before we reached the spot of the penthouse which was invisible or rather not seen cause technology helped me make it possible.

I went close, touched a spot in the air and it became visible. We entered and I pressed the spot again and it went back to invisible.

“Time for execution,” Declan mumbled and we all shared a brief laugh one more time.