🪽Chapter 40🪽

                    Bird's-eye pov

  Neymar felt the full impact of disappointment as he packed his bag to go back to work. Just knowing he wasn't going back to the position he had worked so hard to attain made him feel like a total failure. Regan Mafia is going to pay for what they have cost him, he's going to deal them a very turbulent blow that will crush their criminal organization. His babymother rubbed his shoulders gently seeing the fatigue on his face and knowing how the demotion from his prior position has affected him, offered him comforting and encouraging words.

"Honey, just work your way up again. Everything happens for a reason, and I'm sure your boss knows exactly what he's doing. You said yourself that you trusted him with your life, I trust his judgment. You were by his side for the past five years and he's never once treated you unfairly. Let's trust this process and pray about it. Every set back is a chance for a greater comeback."

Neymar looked into her eyes and tell her. "Thanks for believing in me, I'll do my best."

  Janai smiled widely as he collected the keys for the brand new earthroamer from Malia. "Take it to Tyriq at the store." Malia tells him immediately freezing his wide smile.

He groans inwardly and did as she told him, sighing every few minutes as he watches Tyriq going in and out of the beautiful expensive camper familiarizing himself with the whole set-up. Then he unlocked the storage compartment and packed in two twenty-four by twenty tarpaulins, a shovel, bear sprays, folding chairs, and a tool box. Tyriq then began carrying boxes of assorted groceries and a bunch of other things that he couldn't bare to watch being loaded inside the earthroamer, so he left abruptly openly sulking.

"The stupid man didn't even think to help me." Tyriq mumbled seeing him leaving in the company black range rover.

Tyriq answered his phone to Kinjohn who informed him that he had sent a team of six snipers to guard the area where their boss is. He had never imagined he would one day reached the position of being Mavuto's right hand and had merely worked hard in his training. In the forefront of his mind he knew Leon hated his guts and couldn't wait for him to slip up, with his mind firmly on doing his job to the best of his ability, he remind himself to be careful and drive to the restaurant to collect the orders.

Luie chatted with Cornel about the prisoners, they exchanged ideas about work and shared stories of their experiences. It created a good bond between the two men who strives to do their jobs well. They reasoned about different strategies to deal with the inmates, other ways to interrogate suspects, discuss the duties that the guards under their supervision were assigned, and observations that can be suggested to their boss. They ate together and then Luie left to go back where he was stationed on guard down at the port and Cornel went to the main guardhouse to sleep.

For the past hour after enjoying the delicious bowl of soup, Mavuto stood by the kitchen counter finely chopping up fresh bok-choy, green cabbages, purple cabbages, celery, callaloo, and coriander leaves while he talked with Quba. He package them neatly into ziploc bags, then stack them inside the refrigerator. All the ground seasonings were packed neatly inside as well and Quba marvels inwardly at his packing skills. The green bananas and plantains were sectioned and placed to drain on paper in the sink, while he washed Irish potatoes, sweet potatoes, and cucumbers and stack them inside the fridge. Quba chose this time to ask him the question that has been nagging her.

"Why was I offered as collateral to your organization?"

Mavuto pause in what he was doing and turned to look at her. He straightened when he was finished and began unpacking the tray of eggs. When he glanced at Quba and saw her looking at him curiously, he decided to get straight to the point and explain to her. "Usually when something is offered as collateral to the mafia, it signifies great importance. In your case it means you're a very important liability and must be protected at all costs. Your brother didn't get the chance to explain why, but I and my organization figured your safety was extremely important to him and you're a very valuable asset. For instance he knew that something may happened to him and it would put you in grave danger. Which means, you know where the lottery money is hidden."

  Quba stared at him for a long time before shaking her head and leaning back. "Can I have the keys for the storage unit? I promise to give you all the money if it's there and you can share it however with your mother and neices." Mavuto asks, then tell her.

She got up and took them from the bag in the closet and hand them to him without a word. Tyriq drove up and came straight to the door with the meals from the restaurant. "Good night boss." He says without looking inside.

  Mavuto took the two bags from his hands, place them on the counter, hand him the small bunch of keys and tell him. "Have these delivered to Malia as soon as possible and tell her to keep me posted."

"Yes, sir." Tyriq responded and walk, back to the earthroamer.

He called for a guard under his command and began driving the lawn mower clearing the area where he was assigned to camp close to his boss. He single handedly tied up the tarpaulins in the way that Malia have instructed him to, and then parked beside Mavuto's jeep with the doorway facing the trees and large abandoned park. He set up the large folding table, the chairs, and the coffee machine. After fidgeting a few minutes with the control panel, he figured out how to extend and retract the awning. The large containers of donuts, croissants, instant noodles, sugar, milk, coffee mate, breads, rolls, butter, cheese, and Nutella were placed on the table and he arranged the cups and other utensils neatly so it would be very easy for the guards on duty to help themselves to refreshments during their break.

  Leon fucked Ginella happily to his release and they cuddled in bed  afterward. In his mind he thinks he was going to get a promotion and move up to outpost five in four days time at the annual monthly meeting. He really loves Ginella and has been doing his best to help her up in the ranks. In his heart he knew Malia didn't love him, they had fallen out of love almost a year now and every effort to get their relationship back to what it used to be has been fruitless though they kept up the show in public. With his benefits severed, he's willing to continue keeping up the pretense to get them back, and hopefully get Malia pregnant. That was hard because she had seen him secretly flirting with another female guard he used to bang, when he was stationed at outpost nine and has refused to sleep with him since then.

  Malia uploaded the video of Leon having sex with Ginella to her report, then shut down her laptop and went out in the darkness to continue watching Candice packing inside her room. "Some women really make men treat women badly. Keeble gave her his all, and all she had to do was break off their relationship, yet she conspired against him with a man whore." She murmurs tearfully.

  She burned to show Candice all the dirt she had digged up on her evil baby father and see her tear herself apart at the terrible mistake she had made by murdering the man who would have given her the world if he had it. Malia badly wanted to see if Ray was blessed with a bigger dick than Keeble's, or know if he was better at love making why she cheated and caused such a dear man to lose his life. Sometimes we choose the wrong partners, who only care about themselves and what they can achieve by being with you. Malia is going to sink Leon so deep he will not be able to recover, playing with her is the biggest mistake he has ever made and she is going to make him suffer and pay.

  A silhouette came silently from across the road and a throat cleared upon nearing her, she stretched out her right hand and a warm set of small metal was placed in her palm. She grunted and the man grunts back over his shoulder before leaving back the way he had came. Malia smiles ruefully in the darkness as Candice switched the light off inside her room. Inside the house, Kimberly and another female sat in front of several monitors with speakers over their heads doing their night duty while waiting to record and past on any messages or calls Candice sends or receives immediately.

Down at the port an arrogant Dré bumped into Luie who quickly pressed a tracker onto the black jacket he wore every night. "Hey! Watch where you're going drunky!" Drè snapped at him.

"Sorry, sir, sorry." Luie croaks and  hobbled along the pathway sluggishly as if he was drunk.

When he got to the pitch black darkness near to the sailors despicable apartments, he flung the horrible smelling jacket from off of him and began to cough. A few members of his team began to laugh and he spat with disgust and leaned against one of the building inhaling huge lung full of fresh air. "Next time whoever gets such a stinking smelling jacket, will definitely be the one wearing it!" He growls at them but they laughed all the more unable to control their mirth.

To be continued...