THE UNDERCOVER MAFIA LORD

Lucas examined his wristwatch, why weren't Elvis and the others arrived?. he thought.

He plugged the audio signal but it wasn’t connected.

Fear gripped him. He plucked his phone from his pocket. He dialed Elvis's number. He wasn’t picking.

“Lucas, what is wrong?” Tim asked.

“The signal isn’t connecting. Who would have unconnected it,” he said.

He keeps pacing up and down. 

“I think we should send another batch to locate them,” Kim said.

“That is a good notion, but I will have to go with them,” Lucas said.

They organized another batch of FBI agents. They were ready to drive off when his car drove in.

Ana got down laughing, Elvis also did. They both thumbs up.

Lucas was jealous, finding a guy laughing with Ana scurried jealousy into his spine.

“We made it boss,” Elvis said. Lucas stared and smiled wickedly at him. He and Ana were yanked back aghast.

“My prince, what is wrong?” Ana asked, confused. 

Lucas ignored her. He stared at Elvis.

“Get Axton!” he yelled at him.

Elvis hurried to get Axton from the boot. He pulled him out from the boot. Lucas tightened Ana to himself as if she would run away from him.

Immediately, Elvis yanked Axton to stand, they heard a gunshot, Axton collapsed. He had been shot on his shoulder.

Elvis heaved Axton down so he won't be shot the second time.

Another shot was heard. It fled past Elvis' head and went into an agent of the FBI's stomach. 

“Get that motherfucker,!” Lucas roared.

The FBI agents were afraid. The shooter hid well. Nobody could see him.

Another shot went into Ana's stomach.

She hewed down but Lucas caught her. He heaved her into the FBI building.

“Everybody, undercover!” he screamed.

They all rushed in. Elvis pulled Axton along with him.

A car steering into the FBI's building conscious Lucas. 

“Oh! It was just my imagination” he thought when he saw his car driving in.

Ana came out just like his imagination. Same with Elvis. The thumbs up chuckling.

Lucas' eyes whisked all over attempting to catch any person with a gun.

His eyes scooted at a man wearing a hood pointing a gun at them. 

“Everybody, undercover!” he screamed.

They all obeyed. A bullet fled and landed in the car. But the car was bulletproof. They stayed in motion for some minutes. No action. Lucas stood to peep at the guy who shot but he wasn’t there. His eyes whisked to the left.

He saw him running to the right angle.

Lucas hurried to where Ana and Elvis were. 

“We need to get out of here,” Lucas shouted.

They sprang into the car, without any argument. They zoomed off.

Lucas was the one driving. He drove off without minding the bullets that were being aimed at them.

When they got to the main road. They found the street busy. No sight of any undercover guards. They sighed in relief. They were delighted.

“How far with the FBI?” Elvis asked while they were in the car.

“To hell with them,” he said.

“Where are we heading to?” Elvis asked.

“To my rear mansion, I don’t know the deterioration those motherfucker did to my guards,” Lucas said.

“Will the FBI indict you?” Ana asked

“I am yet to figure out, they are sickening,” Lucas said.

“I don’t believe they will drop the case, before my dad's death, he confided in me that the undercover guards preferred you down. They were just waiting for the opportunity to tender its cause,” Ana said.

“Do you comprehend what I did to warrant all those?” Lucas said.

“You did nothing, but they were getting back with your dad at first. I am convinced that you were cognizant of your exiled uncle. The mafia Lord. He has been in Arista all this while,” Ana said to the amazement of Lucas and Elvis.

“What!” they exclaimed in unison.

“He never got to Africa. The lopsided in the council hinted him in time for him to plan,”

FLASHBACK

Prince Aaron sat in his suite smoking. There are two bitches beside him. One in his right hand, the other in his left.

They were both caressing his bare chest, one fonding his hair the other was tickling his right nipple. His hand went to the bitch at the right hand's boob. He twisted it. She moaned.

All of his life, he had been on drugs without the royal family realizing it.

His best friend had acquainted him with drugs when he was eight.

He became an addict. He hid it at first until he became of age. They both trained a lot of boys from the slums. They equipped them in all suits of crimes.

Those boys were called undercover guards.

The undercover guards now have four Mafia Lords. But the two friends still retained their seniority.

His phone rang. He grabbed it up.

“Boss, the king, the FBI boss, and the council head were plotting to deport you to Africa,” the voice over the phone said.

“What!” he exclaimed as he jerked himself away from the two bitches

“Call me Albert and five other boys… to the den,” he said.

“Alright, boss,” the voice said 

The line went off.

“Leave!* he barked at the two bitches. They departed at once.

He paced up and down. He dialed a phone number. After some seconds the call was tugged.

“Hey!, prince,” the voice said.

“Cut the crap! Danger just phoned to inform me of the king's strategy on deporting me to Africa, ``Prince Aaron said.

“Relax, prince, let them go ahead. We will arrange a plan in motive. Just do as if you aren’t aware,” the voice over the phone said.

“I trust you, I have phoned Albert and four other boys to meet me at the den,” the prince said.

“Send them to me. You won’t get to Africa. You will be back here,” he said.

Prince Aaron trusted his friend so much. 

He called back his bitches. He fucked both of them mercilessly while attempting to forget his agony.

Two days later. The council summoned him. He notified his friend who reassured him of his safety.