THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

“We’re done boss” Alfred’s men said after they were done loading all the money from the bullion van into three Jeeps.

“Let’s move” Alfred said as he threw his cigarette on the driver’s dead body.

Everyone returned back to their Jeeps then they hit the road. Alfred’s jeep drove at the front while the remaining Jeeps drove behind.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Boss, I just detected a security checkpoint up ahead” Stacy informed Alfred.

“Everyone, whine up the glasses of your jeeps” Alfred ordered.

All the fifteen jeeps whined up their tinted glasses. They drove towards the checkpoint.

Three soldier men were standing at the checkpoint with heavily loaded weapons in their hands.

“Stop the vehicle” one of the soldiers commanded as Alfred and his men got to the checkpoint. A blockade was placed at the checkpoint.

The men walked to Alfred’s Jeep which was at the front of the remaining Jeeps. Alfred whined down the window of his Jeep.

A fake moustache was fixed on his face with his fake recommended eyeglasses, sitting at the bridge of his nose. Now he looked like Reverend Alfred.

“Oh! Reverend Alfred, I didn’t know that it was you. I am very sorry for stopping your vehicle” the soldier apologized immediately he saw Alfred.

“It’s alright brethren, I and my church workers are just returning back from a ministration we attended.” Alfred said in a tender voice.

He looked and sounded different. Anyone who saw him a minute ago wouldn’t recognize him at all.

“Please can I have a selfie with you?” Another soldier requested.

“No problem” Alfred replied and came down from the car. He adjusted his suit and faked a smile as the soldier took a selfie with him.

“Thanks a lot Reverend Alfred” the soldier thanked him with a wide smile plastered on his face.

Alfred got back inside the jeep as the soldiers reemoved the blockade.

“Thanks brethren and peace be unto you” Alfred said and he whined up his glass.

The fifteen jeeps drove past the checkpoint and continued their journey.

“Great acting back there” Viper complimented as Alfred removed the fake moustache and eyeglasses. She was seating beside him at the Jeep’s backseat.

“You should be an actor instead of a Reverend” Douglas joked and he bursted into laughter.

“Not funny Douglas” Alfred frowned as he lit himself a cigarette.

The cars drove into a Villa about thirty minutes later. Three huge mansions stood gallantly with the logo of an eagle, placed on the top of the three mansions.

Everything inside the Villa were made of pure gold. From the buildings to the cars.

Hefty men who were fressed in black suits, patrolled the Villa with dangerous weapons in their hands.

A golden eagle pendant was hanged around their neck. An eagle logo was also designed at the breast pocket of their black suits.

The men outside were about fifty in number and they were all gigantic in size.

The jeeps parked inside the Villa. All the other men got down from theirs and rushed towards Alfred’s Jeep.

They opened the door for him and he stepped down with a stick of cigar in between his lips.

His face looked scary, sending shivers down the spine of his men. But his mean dared not to show the feat on their faces.

One thing Alfred hated the most was fear. Alfred wasn’t scared of anything, including death itself.

Alfred walked inside the mansion which was in the middle of two other mansions. Douglas and Viper also followed suite.

The men bowed as they walked inside the mansion.

“Welcome boss” a young man bowed and greeted Alfred. The man was tall in height and he had an handsome face. Hanged around his neck was the same eagle pendant just like everyone else in the Villa.

“Did you complete the assignment I gave you Caesar?” Alfred asked the young man, who name was Caesar.

“Yes boss, he is in the dungeon” Caesar replied.

“Take me to him” Alfred said with a deep frown on his face.

– At Los Angeles Crime Force (LACF) –

“How the fuck was the bullion van ambushed?” Theresa asked in anger as she slammed her fist on her desk.

She wore a black lethal jacket with a black jeans. LACF was bold written on the back of her jacket.

She still looked beautiful even though she was angry at that moment.

Three soldier men stood at her front. They were the same soldiers that stood at the checkpoint when Alfred and his men were driving back to Alfred’s Villa.

“We don’t know ma’am” one of the soldiers replied.

“But I told you to dispatch seventeen soldiers to secure that bullion van so how the hell did the van got ambushed?” She asked again with a more terrifying look on her face.

“I don’t know ma’am. The man who drove the bullion van called us andbge told he that he was being chased by some gangs. Then we asked him where he was and he said was was on LA highway..” The soldier paused.

“Then what happened?” Theresa asked impatiently.

“We phoned him some minutes later but he wasn’t picking up. So, rushed to the highway he mentioned and created a blockade at the the end of the highway. Then we inspected every vehicle that drove on the highway” he explained.

Theresa groaned and banged her fist on the desk again. She breathed out as she lowered her head on the desk.

“For fuck sake, this is the third time a bullion van would be ambushed this month” she said angrily. Then she raised her head up and faced the men.

“You inspected every vehicle and yet you didn’t catch the culprits?” She asked.

“Yes and we also inspected Reverend Alfred on that same highway” another soldier said.

Theresa faced that soldier with a questioning look on her face when he mentioned Reverend Alfred’s name.

“Reverend Alfred?”

“Yes, he said he and his church workers were coming back from a ministration” the soldier replied.

“Church workers? How many were they?” She asked again.

“We didn’t see them because they were inside their Jeeps and the glasses of the jeeps were tinted. Reverend Alfred was the only one we spoke to.” the soldier answered.

“And how many Jeeps did you see?” She asked with her eyebrows raised.

“I’m not sure but they were more than ten” He replied.

“I even took a selfie with him” another soldier said.

“Let me have a look at the picture” Theresa requested. The soldier handed his phone to her.

She stared at the picture intently and her eyes caught the golden eagle pendant on Alfred’s neck.

“Something smells fishy” she muttered.