Diablo Gato

(At Satoshis Residence)

Having sold off Aoki to Ivan Satoshi gets back to his residence. Part one of his plan is done.

Satoshi gets into office, pours himself a full glass of tequila and lights up a Cuban cigar before settling down on his desk. He let's his weight sink into his recently imported Italian leather seats as the weight of his actions settles on his shoulders. He just made one insane gamble. He knows Ivan is going to try coax the secrets of his operations out of Aoki, before disposing him off. On the other hand he believes Aoki will uphold the mafia code of silence.

They had all sworn the omerta to become made men. The omerta is an oath signed in blood that bound them for life. Death Before Dishonour. They swore never to reveal secrets of their operations to enemies no matter what. Enemies in this case referred to anyone outside their organization. He was confident that Aoki would take his secrets to the grave. Although he planned on rescuing him later…if Ivan did not put his head on spike before that. His plan was for Aoki to spy for him before he could save him as salvation for his sins.

He chugged the entire glass of tequila in one gulp and poured himself another glass as he turned his attention to the paperwork on his desk. It was the quarterly reports from Nakamoto Holdings, his companies that engaged in legitimate business. This were the companies he used as a front to launder the money he made through his illegal ventures. He used this companies along with bribes to government officials to make the law turn a blind to his family's operations which span the entreaty of Saratoga.

He had just opened the first file on the pile when his attention was attracted by a frantic knock on his door.

"Come in" he called out.

A burly man stepped in with a scared looking man in his early thirties held by the collar of his shirt. He threw the smaller man in, the man fell on his knees. It was clear from the bruises on his face and the broken nose that he had received a beating just moments ago.

"We caught him spying on the residence entrance" said the burly man, "he was recording videos of cars coming in and out of the compound on his phone from the bushes across the road."

Satoshi gets up and walks up to the man in the middle of the floor and stands over him with a dominating stance. He grabbed him by his shirts and lifted him till they were face to face. Their faces were so close that their noses were barely touching.

He then told him slowly, articulating each word clearly.

"First you will unlock that phone. Second you will tell me who sent you. Third I will promote you to glory. Am I clear?"

A yellow liquid dripped down the man's pants as he whimpered "Eeh please.."

"English motherfucker! English!" Satoshi bellowed as he dropped the man to the floor and kicked him hard in the ribs. "English motherfucker!"

"Two three three four! Two three three four!" the man screamed in pain as Satoshis expensive Italian leather boot made contact with his ribs once again.

The burly man entered the code into the bloodstained iPhone 15. Its screen lit up revealing an imessage chat just as message popped up from a contact saved as 'Boss'.

[Grab her at 8 pm ]

The burly man handed Satoshi the phone, Satoshi scrolled up revealing hd photos of his sister taken in as her BMW GLE exited the Satoshis residence. Infuriated further he handed the phone back to the burly man. Took a pistol out from its holster on his hip and pistol whipped right across the face with all his might.

"Thwark!" three teeth fell to the floor as blood sprard across the adjacent wall.

"Who is your boss!!" Satoshi steamed as he cooked the gun and pointed it at the man's temple.

"Ivan the Terrible" the man let out.

Satoshi wiped sweat off his forehead with his free hand before turning to the whimpering man.

"I sentence you to death" he said in a voice devoid of emotion milliseconds before a gunshot rang out in a loud bang. The 9mm silver bullet exited the glock directly into the man's right side of the head and exited through the left. Blood and brain matter were sprayed on the adjacent wall. The bullet hit the concrete wall and fell to tiles on the floor as it lost momentum. The man's limp body fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Satoshi put the gun back in its holster as he took long strides back to his seat. He sat for a long moment drumming his fingers against each other, contemplating.

"The war is upon us. Ready the men. We set an ambush for tonight at 8 pm. Tonight we paint the streets red." He said with finality.

"Yes Boss" Mugor said as he headed out. The cleanup crew got in right after him and started cleaning the floor as the man's body got loaded into 50 liter drum for disposal.

Satoshi settled back in his seat and resumed pouring over the report like nothing had happened.