Chapter 15
I walked towards the shadow with extra cautiousness. Expecting that same biker I swung my weapon against it but it Dodge.
"Chill out boy, I was waiting for you to open the garage gates so I can come in and clear the garbage," the man said with fear.
"Am sorry I thought it was a thug" I replied.
"A thug on Christmas day?" He laughed as he went in to pack the garbages into his truck.
"Merry Christmas sir," I said trying to avoid Becky's suspicion.
Becky looked extremely beautiful and sexy too. I could tell with the way both genders came across stole glances at her. Right from where I parked my car down the submarine unit of the Chicago international seaport.
"Holla," a Spanish-speaking you greeted us.
"Hi" we replied together.
"What sub are you on?" He asked searching his rooster.
"Submarine 105" I replied checking my payment slip.
"Guess the same boat" he stretched his hands.
He led us to an underground room with a lift, which looks like a sub-pods garage or port or whatever it is called.
"Welcome this is submarine 105 and I am your captain" the Spanish dude spoke out.
"Hi, am Aaron. This is my friend Becky" I exchanged handshakes with the Mariner.
"Merry Christmas to you too" he replied.
"Thanks" Becky replied.
We entered submarine 105 and strapped ourselves in. I held Becky's hands tightly as she was already anxious.
"Welcome to submarine 105, it has been My ship for over a decade. I like to call it the green toad" he introduced.
The whole ship was Christmas decorated as other couples joined us.
The submarine ride was a great experience. Our sub sank to be bottom of the Atlantic ocean. One could see the aquatic environment and fish swimming happily. I felt accomplished Becky seen cool and happy.
"Becky, can I ask you a question?" I held her shoulders as we stood gazing through the glass.
A shark looking at us angrily, it must be very hungry as he nibbled his head on the thick armored glass. Assuming this fish could break the glass then it's ripped to us.
I remember when my grandfather told us tales of the great ocean. my grandfather was a sailor who sailed the Pacific, A captain I signed to a carrier in the second world war in Midway, retired, and became cruise captain so I guess there were more and more stories to tell.
He would show us some deadly scars. Some are caused by the blue shark in the Atlantic ocean others cause by icebergs but most are caused by the pirates of the Caribbean.
"Go ahead and ask" her eyes still glued to the glass as she placed her hands on the glass attracting the turtles.
"What kind of man do you desire," I asked picking my fingers.
"Physical qualities or emotional qualities," she asked still playing with the turtles.
"Both" I replied.
"Well I want a thug and a nice nigga, I also want a caring and annoying nigga, I want toxic and true love, I want a good and a bad nigga. I want a saint with pornstar abilities......" She was already panting. I had to cut her shit because she wouldn't stop.
"You want a reverend father with a little touch of Jonny Sins" I was confused.
"I want a you" she giggled turning to face me.
Her red dress hung perfectly above her breasts, her face looking like a Kardashian, her lips have neglected the crowd and went in for a yummy kiss.
"What was that for?" She moved a strand of her hair that was displaced to her face.
"Wanna find out?" I wrapped my hands around her waist.
The submarine cruise was nice, Becky kept a happy face as much as every other person there enjoying their Christmas.
Merry Christmas was written all over the place as we hopped out of the sub pod. Some persons threw me off, I was used to the dizziness but Becky looks drunk lol.
"Can we go home now?" Becky asked dropping heavily on the car.
"Wait a minute I got a phone call" I picked my phone it was Tony.
"Nigga, it's Tony. Am standing 20 feet away from you. Walk to the ATM deposit let's get a conversation.
The phone went dead. I turned back to Tony focused on his phone even when I tried to wave him.
"Yo bro wassup?" I tapped him.
"Ssshhhh!" He silenced me.
"Wassup," I said In a whisper.
"The gun, I tracked it. It shows that they are from a secret group called BOW"
"Never did any jobs with anything called BOW" I responded.
"No time to argue. They are here now watching your every move" he replied.
"Aaron you got one on your six, two tangoes on the couch, and one coming right at us," Jefferson said without looking at me.
"Geez let's run," I said.
"They would suspect am with you soon. Throw me a punch" he said.
I hesitated but then I gave him a knocking fake punch and he slumped to the ground thereby causing the distraction. I quickly fetched Becky and ran towards the car.
"Aaron, what going on?" She asked as she entered the car.
"They are fighting as you can see. I don't fight" I ignited the car and steered into motion.
After 10 minutes of driving, I noticed three SUVs driving in my direction. I wasn't scared of losing them off my back. Trust me am a good driver but I don't want Becky to suspect anything.
"Hello, Aaron!" Jefferson's voice boomed from my air pods.
"Holy fuck!" I screamed.
"Chill bro, Tony is a geek" he laughed.
"What's wrong?" Becky asked.
"No everything is fine just that it is very late" I lied.
I made a pretend call so it would be as though I was talking to my friends.
"Bro three black up at my boots," I said coded.
"Bro I see them. Three SUVs! Make a turn into the Mulligan's intersection you will find me and Tony In my Mercedes. Convince Becky to allow Tony to drive her home then we both kick their asses"
"Ok bro, although it's late imma come to meet you for that grocery" I ended the call speeding up the car.
"Who was that? Are you going out again?" She asked perplexed.
"Yes like right now. Tony said he can take you home I and Jefferson would get the groceries back to you I promise" I lied to her again.
"Ok," she said absentmindedly.
I spaced the SUV and made a stop at the intersection. Jefferson switched cars and Becky drove with Tony through the other road with Jeff's Mercedes.
I and Jeff reversed back to the freeway and made a stop after a garbage truck as we took cover behind the truck.
The three SUVs parked facing the bright light to our car. The time is 9 pm.
They were all masked checking around the car.
"Bro, they just six of them," Jefferson said picked a metal pipe as a weapon.
"It takes the one on the left, you take the right" I rolled a piece of chain around my right fist.
As two proceeded towards our position Jefferson attacked first swinging his weapon dangerously bring both tangoes to the ground. The four others surrounded Jeff.
"You fucking puta," one of the thugs said holding a hockey stick.
"They didn't come alone. They with us" another replied.
"I didn't come alone neither" Jeff swung his rod at the first one as I attacked the other three.
They sure had the beatings of their lives at they managed to escape but one of them was unlucky. He had a severe injury.
"Who the fuck are you? What is BOW"
"Go to hell!" he spat at my face.
"I have been there before" we lifted him into the car boot and drove down to my house. We kept him in the icy third room for interrogation.
Tony and Jefferson sat with me on a table staring at the thug's pale face.
"For the last time, what is BOW?" I threatened.
"Fuck you puto!" Jefferson threw a punch at him for saying such.
"Guys chill out. You don't always have to break a man physically. Allow my work" Tony walked towards the thug who has now be chained to the ceiling fan.
"What's funny pretty boy?" The thug licked his blood.
"So, Mr. Ramirez Antonio! Student of the University of Accra Ghana, la a student. How is your girlfriend Tessy? Is this your mom? Is she cooking right now?" Tony placed a tablet displaying the thug's member's current location.
"How did you do that" he cried.
"Good. So if my boss asks you anything answer. You don't want your mom dead!" Tony yelled.
"BOW is a secret group" he began.
"We know everything about BOW. who is your leader!" I asked angrily.
"I don't know" he pleaded.
The one hard thug has turned soft. I would have done me if It was my mom.
"Kill his mom now" I threatened.
"Wait! Our leader is......."