At the stage in Jauves club, a live performance was being held. All the guests sat at their tables, enjoying the performance. Other guests sat in the V.I.P section above the stage. Up in the premium lounge, Ivan and Quint sat quietly. Ivan was dressed in an all black suit, while Quint wore a red one. Quint was a well built muscular man with tattoos all over his body. His face was clear and he had a golden canine tooth. He was however, he was a year younger than Ivan.
" Holà, holà, hello
tu m'harcéles au tél, allô?
Tu m'donnais plus
trop d'nouvelles
quand j'avais la tête sous l'eau
Avec ou sans Ami
j'aurais bâti ma vie loin du mal et Des mot
J' ai Franchi Les paliers ( ouh ouh ouh)
ma beauté m'a fait défaut..." (* Paro by *Nej), the performer sang beautifully. Quint looked at Ivan and smiled. " That used to be your favorite song back in the days. You loved listening to it each time you thought about Treasure. How is she by the way?"
" She's okay. Left her in Paris. How's Ruth?" Ivan asked, grabbing a glass from the table and pouring himself a drink.
" Huhh....well, she's okay. I've taken long without seeing her though. Been in Chicago for days!" Quint replied, smoking.
" You should go see her....bet she misses you a lot...and Puppy?" Ivan asked again, sipping from his glass.
" She's grown. She keeps asking about her uncle Ivy..haha" they both laugh .
" Yeah. I miss her too. I'll get sometime and fly to London!" Ivan spoke up, resting the glass back on the table.
" Yeah. You should. But not now. There's a war coming " Quint informed him, his voice deepening.
" Gang wars again?" Ivan asked
" I don't think that's all it this time. Assassins and bounty hunters have been deployed by I don't know who to clear the streets as it was mentioned." Quint spoke up.
" How did you get this info....and when?" Ivan asked again.
" Two days ago, my gang's crib in Chicago was attacked by two masked people who held Glock 19 pistols. Everyone was dead, no life left man. After they did that, they brought a notice up to the security camera and then shot it down."
" What did the notice say?"
"No more invasion, introducing the light"
" Introducing the light..... sounds like a cult or something " Ivan spoke with a light sigh. He then leaned back into the seat and looked below to the stage.
" So what were you suggesting?"
Quint leaned forward and looked at him, then spoke. " Come back one more time Red. We need your help man!"
" I retired from gang shit.... retired from assassinations and all that shit man. I want to give a good life to Treasure. She's been fighting for this for too long. I can't get involved anymore."
" I feel you bruv! But ain't no way that is going to be possible now!"
" It is going to be possible. They're after gangsters..and am not one." Ivan clarified.
" Yeah you're not one. But you were. The greatest gangster of all time, Red, the angel of death."
" Those are all expired titles. It's been five years now!"
" Ivan! You caused chaos in the world government for fifteen years.... there's a lot to talk about you. It's pretty obvious that the upcoming cult's and agencies, both legal and illegal would want to make history. They already started....in Chicago. Going after me, is just a way to begin. They'll soon look for Collin and Romeo. All that just to find you. Even when they get us...that will be already a star for them. So how about after they find you? The legendary gangster?" Quint explained, smoking another puff and blowing it out.
" You're a legendary gangster too Quint" Ivan spoke softly, trying to observe a couple that sat in the opposite lounge.
" That's because I didn't retire from this shit. If I did, I wouldn't be known." Quint replied. Ivan took out his phone and put it in flight mode, then looked at Quint and smiled.
" Congratulations Quint....you led them to us"
" What? What do you mean" Quint asked, puzzled. He then looked at the couple in the opposite lounge.
" Do you see the girl performing down there?" Ivan asked.
" She's with those two" he added. On hearing this, Quint laughed softly then asked, " So you think I set you up?"
" Nah. These guys must be talented. You wearing your bullet proof?"
" C'mon.... gangsters don't wear no bullet proof! Are you?"
" Nope. I came clean" Ivan laughed. Ivan looked at the couple again then gestured to Quint. They both stood up and made for the door. As soon as Ivan opened the door, a dagger flew past his face and hit the glass window. Quint quickly pushed himself forward, grabbed the attacker's arm and thrashed a punch onto his face, breaking his nose. He then pulled him into the room and hit his neck with the champagne bottle, leaving him lifeless.
" Wow..... that's rough" Ivan exclaimed, frowning his face in disgust. " Let's go!" he added, quickly walking out of the lounge. Quint followed as they both walked smartly and fast through the passage. " We'll split up ahead, then meet at the parking lot." Ivan suggested.
" Cool. Hope you haven't rusted too much" Quint responded with a smile.
" I hope so too." Ivan answered. On reaching the stairway, Ivan handed his phone over to Quint, then nodded with a smile. Quint then decided to take the stairway and Ivan, the tunnel. On his way, Ivan saw a person standing at a distance, so he stopped. The person wore a completely black attire and was fully masked. Ivan then walked slowly towards the person and smiled.
" We have a matching attire. How does that make you feel..... me I feel like crying right now. It's really cute!" Ivan exclaimed with a smirk.
" Where is the man you were walking with just now?" the person asked.
" He took the stairs.....one of you has already gone to him I know. So....C'oma sava?" Ivan replied with a smile. The person attempted to slice his face with a dagger but he swiftly dodged, without any physical contact, then stood, his back facing the assassin.
" You're quite smart, but slow. Who do you work for?" Ivan asked, placing his hands into his pockets. The assassin did not answer, but quickly swang a kick at his head, which he dodged again swiftly. As the assassin's foot landed for balance, Ivan set his right foot behind the assassin's left and tripped him to the floor. He then jumped a step forward and landed his knee on the assassin's neck, pinning him to the ground, but still pocketing. He took out his hands and took the dagger from the assassin then looked at it.
" Such a nice weapon. So sad you can't use it properly....by the way....you sounded like a lady. Let me see what you look like" he spoke, taking off the assassin's mask.
" You're a girl?" he asked throwing the mask behind him. The assassin struggled to get free but then Ivan placed the dagger at her neck. His eyes looked horrifying aside from the smile. " Now you're going to answer some questions if you want to live a minute more." he instructed, looking her in the eye.
" What's your name?" he asked. The assassin kept silent. Ivan immediately cut her wrist with the dagger then placed it back onto her neck. The assassin screamed in pain as blood flowed from her wrist.
" What's-your-name?" he asked again.
" What's the point...kill away!" the assassin responded coldly, breathing heavily. Ivan looked at her then smiled. " Hmmm...nah. That won't be necessary. Am not in the moods. Besides, I don't want to have a bad night. So ...tell your boss that Quint took a different direction. He'll have to look some other time..okay?" Ivan spoke, standing straight and taking out his blue handkerchief. He then tore a piece of the mask and then bent over to her and dressed her wounded wrist. The assassin sat speechless on the floor, looking at him. Ivan then placed the dagger onto the floor and stood up to leave. "Let's not meet again in such a situation..coz... you'll surely lose your life then!" he spoke, walking away and disappearing in the corner. The assassin looked at her wrist then held it tight and slowly leaped to the wall, trying to stay focused due to the over bleeding. Quint on the other hand, had already arrived at the parking lot, his hands covered in blood. There were no other people in the lot. He stood behind a pillar, took off his court and slowly wiped the blood off his hands. As he did, two black cars drove in and parked at the entrance. Men in black suits came out, some holding katanas and others, batts.
" He must be somewhere around here. Start searching!" one of them commanded. As they started the search, Ivan appeared from the building exit and stood on top of a car, holding a bar of chocolate and a malt drink.
" Who are you guys looking for? Me?" he shouted. As soon as they were distracted, Quint quickly took out his pistol and fired at all the men, shooting all of them to the ground. He then looked at Ivan and spoke up.
" I see you haven't gone through any troubles"
" Nah...I haven't!" Ivan responded, jumping off the car.
" Thanks for the heads up bruv!" Quint appreciated, placing back his gun in his belt.
Ivan nodded with a smile then walked over to him.
" You see..... however much I don't want to get involved in any of this crap, I have to keep the family safe. If they're after any of you, they'll be after our families too. I can't let that happen....but.... I'll have to do this low-key!" Ivan answered.
" Solid bruv....for the fam man!" Quint exclaimed, patting his shoulder.
" Let's go to Treasure....my car is just around the corner.You need to relax a bit." Ivan spoke. Quint nodded and they both walked to the car. " You want a bar?" he offered the chocolate bar to Quint, got in the car and drove away fast.