THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

AN HOUR LATER ≈ SCORPION’S LAIR

Alfred drove towards a big black gate which had a scorpion logo in it.

Two hefty men were standing in front of the gates. They were dressed in black singlets and ripped out jeans.

They were tough looking and dangerous with tattoos all over their arms.

The looked regal and gangster.

Alfred slowed down as he approached them. He pulled up the car for the man to peep in.

“State your business.” The man said as he looked at Alfred through the door window.

“Wanna trade SNOW.” Alfred replied in a deep baritone voice.

“Let me have a sample.” The man said.

Alfred dug his hand into his pocket and brought out two sachet of white powder. They were Cocaine.

He handed it over to the man and a wide grin appeared on the man’s face as he collected them from Alfred.

His eyes glistened with happiness as he held the two satchets of cocaine.

“Open the gates, Palo.” The man ordered hus colleague.

The latter opened the huge black gate.

“Have a nice trade in Scorpion’s Lair, gentleman.” The man said with a wide grin on his face.

Alfred blared the engines back to life and he stepped on the acceleration pedal, driving drove into the dangerous town.

The whole town was illuminated by bright lights if different colours. Biting smell of hard drugs, alcohol and tobacco rented the air.

The town was as rowdy as a market with people moving up and down. Even though it was night time, the noise and the lights made it feel like it was daytime.

Adults and teenagers thronged the place, moving about to do one thing or the other. Kids were roaming freely on the street.

Young girls were putting on dresses that revealed the most vital parts of their body.

These girls were advertising their bodies so men would pay to sleep with them.

Young boys could be seen sitting on walls with cigarettes in between their lips.

They wore singlets and baggy jeans. They all had tattoos on different parts of their bodies.

The houses in the town was nothing to write hime about. Some had detached roofs while some had now windows.

Some buildings looked like they would collapse in any minute

As Alfred drove slowly, he could see the different activities going on around the town.

He drove past a club where he saw a man banging a lady outside the club.

Some were making out in the open like it was a normal thing to do. Another lady was busy bobbing on a man’s cock in the open.

He also saw a group men standing at a corner exchanging drugs and bundles of cash.

Some men were patrolling the area with batons and mallets in their hands. They all had rolls of tobacco in between their lips and bottles of alcohol in their free hand.

Their bald heads shone under the moonlight as they walked towards a direction.

Whenever they came across any woman, they’d laugh like maniacs and take turns to spank her butts or fondle her breasts like they own it.

The lady would also laugh and shoot her ass out for them to spank harder. One would know she was a junkie.

The town was just as Stacy described. Crazy and full of junkies.

Alfred switched on the car’s headlamp as he drove into a dark and silent area.

He parked the car behind an uncompleted building, and he turned of the engines, then he brought out his phone from his pocket.

He unlocked the phone, scrolled through his apps till he found the one he was looking for.

He opened the app and a map appeared on the screen. He saw Theresa’s location, then he climbed down from the vehicle.

According to the nap, Theresa was some kilometers away from his position so he didn’t need to make use of his car.

He tucked his phone back into his pocket and he adjusted the face cap on his head, lowering it a bit to conceal half of his face.

He started walking to Theresa’s location with his head lowered. He walked through a corner and he saw a man fucking a seventeen years old girl.

The surprising fact was that the girl moaning crazily meaning that she was enjoying it.

Alfred simply walked past them and he headed straight to his destination.

He also came across young boys not less than the age of fourteen, who were smoking weed like their like it was the sweetest thing on earth.

As he walked down the corner, he covered his nose because of the offensive odour, emanating from the urine deposited the along walls.

Alfred brought out his phone and checked the map to be assured he was heading to the right direction.

He then took a right turn and continued walking. After fifteen minutes of walking, he got to an another street.

It was entirely different from the rest of the streets in that town.

Street lights were perfectly positioned around the area and the roads were neat

There were several buildings in that street. Mansion-like buildings with dome rooftops like that of a casino house.

Among all the buildings, one of stood out.

It was the tallest of all the buildings. It had an ‘S’ logo on the top. It was perfectly structured and illuminated by lights.

One could go blind by staring at the building for too long.

It also had a parking lot where fleets of expensive cars were parked.

The building was like an hotel. Wealthy men could be seen going in and coming out of the building with two or three ladies with them

Dozens or rugged looking men were littered the whole place. They were dressed in black suits and underneath their suits were fully loaded pistols.

Each men had a dark shade on their faces.

Most of them were patrolling the area while some stood at a position. Their eagle eyes were moving from right to left, looking for danger signs or intruders.

Alfred checked the map on his phone for Theresa’s location. The map showed that she was in the tallest building.

Alfred glanced at the building. Seeing that the building was had more men guarding it, he knew there was more to that it.

He tucked his phone back into his pocket and he adjusted the cap in his head before walking towards the building.

He dug his hand in his coat and he fetched out a box of cigarette. He took out one and lit it up as he stood in front of the men at the entrance.

“Good evening mister. You’re not allowed to step foot in this area.” One of the men said Alfred in a husky and deep voice.

Alfred blew out the rich smoke of his cigarette. “Is that so?.” He simply replied.

“Yeah, only rich personalities are allowed around here and you don’t look like one.” The man said, eyeing Alfred from head to toe.

Alfred purposely dressed as a commoner.

Alfred let out a soft chuckle. “Have you ever heard of the saying that a book shouldn’t be judged by it’s cover.”

“Yeah, and your book is as bad as the cover. You look poor and I’m sure you’ve got no single penny in your pockets. You probably came here to steal, so get the fuck of before I shoot you.” The man replied, raising his suit a bit for alfred to see the gin tucked in his waistline.

Alfred smiled darkly as he drew in hard on his cigarette. Alfred knew he would face something like this, so he came prepared.

He clamped his stick of cigarette with his lips, then he buried both hands inside he coat.

The men thought Alfred wanted to remove a gun, so they all pointed their gun at immediately, including the man standing at his front.

“Relax boys.” Alfred said as he fetched out four sachets of cocaine from his pockets.

The men’s eyes widened, and the expression on their faces showed that they were shocked.

“I’m sure you all know how much a sachet of these babies in my hands cost.” Alfred said with a wife grin on his face.

The men lowered their weapons immediately, tucking it back under their suits.

“I’m a drug dealer and I’ve got a client waiting for me inside.” Alfred said.

The man standing in front of him bowed his head slightly

“I’m sorry for delaying you sir.” He apologized.

“Good boy. You can have them.” Alfred said and the gave the man the four sachets of cocaine.

The door was immediately opened for Alfred and he stepped inside.

Bright lights welcomed his eyes as he stepped in. He had to shut his eyes for some seconds before opening them.

He was in a lobby. He glanced around the large and well furnished lobby and he sighted the reception.

He walked towards the reception. There he met a young lady who was the receptionist.

Alfred took off his cap and the receptionist almost lost her breath as she gazed at the demigod standing in front of her.

“Good evening, angel.” Alfred greeted with a charming smile.

“Ev.. Evening, sir. How can I be of service to you?” The receptionist replied, blushing hard. Her cheeks were red.

“This is an hotel, right?” Alfred asked.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes.” The lady replied with a sharp nod.

“Uh, do you keep the records of the customers who lodge in or come in for other stuffs?” Alfred inquired.

“Yeah, we do. Why?” The receptionist questioned with furrowed brows.

“I just wanna know if a lady named Theresa came in or lodged in.” Alfred said.

“Sorry sir, but I can’t tell you that. It’s against our rules here. We don’t disclose the information of our customers.” The receptionist replied.

Alfred took the cigarette off his lips and he leaned on the counter. He brought his hand to her lips, and he rubbed it softly with his thumb.

The receptionist shivered and she got wet down there instantly. His touch alone was doing crazy things to her.

She felt waves of electrifying pleasure run through her body.

Alfred brought his face closer to her right ear, and he whispered naughtily into her ear.

“I’ll give you a nice hard fuck if you give the information I want. I’ve got a pretty huge dick, and I’m sure you’d love it so much.”

The receptionist felt her core tingle. She became more wet and horny.

A lump formed in her throat as Alfred faced her.

“You interested or not?” Alfred asked with a wicked smirk.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, then she turned her gaze to her laptop and she typed for a few seconds.

“A lady named Theresa came in twenty minutes ago. She went to meet someone in room 308.” She said.

Alfred flickered ashes off his cigarette, and he winked at the receptionist.

“Alright, I’ll come pick you up later when I am done.” He said.

The receptionist nodded thrice with a wide smile on her face like someone who had just won a lottery.

Alfred turned around and he walked to the elevator. He stepped in, and pushed the button.

The elevator slowly closed, then it started moving up. Alfred drew in hard on his cigarette as the elevator rode him up.

The elevator finally came to a stop and the door swished open.

Alfred stepped out andbhe navigated his way down the corridor which led to room 308.

He got to the room after a minute, and he stood in front of the door.

Alfred brought out his phone and he checked Theresa’s location. A blue dot was blinking fast on the screen, signifying that Theresa was in the room.

He then placed his right ear on the door so he eavesdrop on their conversation, but he couldn’t hear a single word.

“Damn.” He groaned, and he started thinking of what to do.

He glanced over his shoulder and he saw a chef pushing a cart of food towards his direction.

He glanced around him to be sure no one else was around, then he wore his face cap and he walked towards the chef.

He walked past the chef, amd he suddenly struck the chef’s neck from behind, making him fall unconscious.

Alfred hurriedly dragged the chef’s unconscious body to a corner. He then changed into the chef’s clothing.

He wore the chef’s cap, his nose cover, and he tied an apron around his waist, then he pushed the food cart to room 308.

He pressed the room’s door bell, and the door automatically slid opened some seconds after.

Alfred pushed the cart inside the large and luxurious room with his hwae lowered a bit.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Theresa sitting on a couch while a young man sat opposite her.

The both of them stopped talking when Alfred pushed the food cart inside.

Surprisingly, the room also had a dining table. Theresa and Brad stood up and they went to sit in the dining.

Alfred started dishing out the food for the both of them. Theresa’s eyes were on Alfred till he finished dishing out the delicacies.

“Let’s eat.” Brad said as he picked up his spoon and fork.

Alfred turned around and he started pushing the cart out of the room.

Some feet away from the door, he secretly placed his phone behind the flower vase which was on a table, then he pushed the cart out of the room with a broad smirk on his face.