Rivalry above love-- a dark sketch of mafia life by Bluesky Idea (books to read in your 30s txt) 📖

the sound of that name. So many years, so many trainings to not fear that name, that person but there she was shaking as nausea took over her body. 

 

The person who broke her into pieces, who took away her adolescence, who fed on her innocence, who introduced her to fear.

 

Calliah stood up, doubled over and threw up all the food she had had that day and started bawling her eyes out.

 

Fucking hormones.

 

"I can help you find him." She spoke after managing to sober up.

 

 

The beginning

 A bike revs down the road and comes to halt just outside the huge metal black gate. Erhard Eberstark takes off his helmet and the gate opens. He nods at the guards after they salute him and drives on.

 

"Erie."

 

He hears a familiar voice.

 

Tab Abraham. 

 

He was on the porch of his home tying shoes.

 

"I'm going the same way."

 

"Fuck you, Abraham." Erhard curses and doesn't stop. Tab needed to grow up.

 

says the man who doesn't stop to give a ride to his friend going the same way.

 

He passes by two other houses like Tab's and encircles the fountain before braking in front of a huge mansion. It was a clean white c-shaped building with 8 pillars guarding the roof attractively. Erhard sighs as he proceeds towards the entry completely ignoring the guards bowing to him.

 

He was nervous. He had to face Chef. MKE was his dad but that didn't mean he would get special treatments-- if anything he would be more disappointed-- his son couldn't even abduct the right person.

 

He had one job.

 

He makes his way down the stairs on the tiled floor and lets out a sigh before knocking on the black door.

 

"Kommen." a voice summons.

 

Erhard goes in and nods to the members.The atmosphere is thick inside. He sits himself on a couch and tries to perceive the scenario. There are 4 men altogether. Erhard's uncle whose words Chef values very much sits on the chair facing Chef himself. Erhard's mother's death had brought the two even more together -- or the revenge.Penn Fischer was the most valued counseller of Chef.

 

Chef sits behind a dark brown wooden desk. He leans on the chair as he looks at Erhard, a small smile never leaving his face. Marc Karl Eberstark is a calm person. He does everything with calm. He might come off as the most kind hearted calm person in the world who has just good words coming out of his mouth for everyone-- even his enemies.

 

Some people take this facade as his nature.

 

Some people are fools.

 

Then there is Alfonso. The look on his face same as ever. He never looks at anyone in the eye-- except his enemies. He sits on another chair with a somber face. His mind inside the room, body somewhere else. Erhard sensed the smell of blood just by looking at him or so he thought. He knew that the tension in the room was because of blood. 

 

Somebody had been killed.

 

MKE is tall, his hair-- same shade of brown as Erhard's-- is gelled backwards. He doesn't speak a word. Everyone's silent. Just then a knock is heard on the door. Chef beckons the person in.

 

Tab.

 

He sits himself next to Erhard. Tab was an Abraham. He is a 35 year old divorced man with a 5 year old kid--having a kid would have made him mature, you'd think-- and Erhard's best friend. He just nods at him and Erhard reciprocates.

 

"Alfonso, my dear. Thank you for your job today."

 

Alfonso takes the cue and gets up. He shakes Chef's hand enthusiastically and makes his way out of the room. MKE gets up from his chair, leans his tall figure by the desk and frowns before speaking.

 

"We are done for." He speaks slowly shaking his head.

 

"You can't say that." Tab replies. "We will find a way, Chef."

 

Erhard was at loss of words. He had a plan. He had the girl back in the woods who agreed to help just last night but how would these people take his plan?

 

Was it stupid to trust an emotionally unstable girl?

 

How would Chef find his plan?

 

What Chef thought really mattered to Erhard. Chef was everything Erhard wanted to become. His role model. And the thought of disappointing Chef bothered him. He never scolded Erhard for not catching the right person-- he would never do that.

 

His stoicism and his demeanor however were a giveaway.

 

"Italians don't want anything to do with us." MKE spoke, more to himself as he lit a cigar.

"They made it crystal clear today."

 

"We still have brothels." 

 

Fucking shut up already. He wanted to shout at Tab but shot a glare at him instead.

 

"So eine verfickte Scheisse, Greeks." Fischer spoke.

 

"Cursing the Greeks won't solve the problem, Penn." said MKE. "Greeks are powerful for now. Powerful run the world, always have. It's in best interest of the powerless to wield the powerful and rise at the top."

 

"We are never submitting to them." Erhard didn't realize it was his voice speaking.

 

"My dear son, how else are we going to prosper without the substance business?" MKE's eyes bore into his. They were asking questions.

 

Why couldn't you catch Sommer or Demo's son?

 

When are we going to get another opportunity to catch any of the Greeks?

 

It was enough. Erhard had to say. He hadn't just sat idle and worthless for the past few days.

 

"I can get to Sommer."

 

"Dude--" spoke Tab.

 

"Shut your hole." Erhard said not looking at him. He kept eyeing his Chef as he narrated the whole story and it was difficult for him to decipher whether the smile on Chef's lips was pity or consideration.

 

"You trust the girl--"Penn Fischer spoke. "She must have just been scared and blurted she knew big people."

 

"She is not just any girl." Erhard was at the edge.

 

"Oh, he just wants to fuck her." The nonchalance in Tab's voice was enough to tick his head off. He wrapped his arm around his neck and stood him up.

 

"Enough." MKE roared.

 

He let Tab go but kept glaring at him in dissatisfaction.

 

"She has connections with Demo's son and she is scared to bits. I can----"

 

"I believe you." MKE's voice helped him cool off a little.

 

"Just remember son, that morning--"

 

Erhard glanced at his Chef to find him staring at a distance with a big frown on his forehead.

He knew his father was contemplating those bastards brutal deaths.

"--- that morning, in the shack,we were played. They played us for their entertainment. Italians sent us sand. They were fucking sand inside those bags and the Greeks--they killed our people too."

 

The room was filled with men huffing and hissing in anger. Greeks had good connection with Italians and without Italians, no one stood a chance on drug business and the enemies had convinced the Italians somehow not to trade with the Germans.

 

"We are supposed to be king of this world and they treated us like shit." His voice held so much power and defiance, Erhard felt goosebumps rising on his hands. 

 

He wanted to kill each and every one of them.

 

"Italians are not our enemies. Greeks are. Once, we save our drug business, wir können mit verdammt cunts beschäftigen."

 

Erhard could feel his whole body shake. He needed to do whatever to save his family's legacy, to save his world.

 

"I am on a mission of my own." He said as he stormed out of the room.

 

♠♠♠♠

 

He grabbed the collar of his shirt and thumped him to the wall.

 

"Fine, I won't call you Erie." He chokes out. Just as his grip loosens, Tab gets the upper hand and tackles him to the ground with a yell.

 

"Stop it, you two." A girl's voice interrupts them.

 

"Anita." Erhard whispers as he stands up.

 

She smiles and makes her way towards him and hugs him tight.

 

"Clingy enough?" Tab mouths at him.

 

Erhard showed him the finger--still in her embrace-- and somehow this amused Tab so much, he was set into one of his hysterical laughs.

 

"What's so funny, weirdo?" spoke Anita letting Erhard go.

 

Seriously, hugs had to be illegal. specially, hugs with person you have slept multiple times.

 

"Oh, you are clingy----" He continues his laugh.

 

"Tab, I swear--" but he was cut off.

 

"Anita, Erhard finds you clingy." He continues."You are you know, "clingy" " He makes gesture curving his index and middle finger in air. "Now, if you'll excuse me," He walks down the hall smiling and humming to himself.

 

"son of a bitch."

 

" I saved you the trouble." He mouths as he walks backwards on his legs.

 

"Anita---"

 

" I know." she says. "Common, Erhard. Tell me, did I do it again? Did I act like I was your girlfriend?"

 

"Listen, I already have too much in my plate. All I can say is that, you don't have to sleep with me if you don't want to----"

 

" But I want to." She says it huskily as she bites down her lower lip. Her lips were red and it took Erhard in another dimension.

 

Blood dripping off her lips, to her bloodied neck and her breasts. Oh how he had wanted to touch them, to nibble on them, to suck away all the blood.

 

She came closer and her lips touched his. She kissed him hungrily and he reciprocated.They made their way to his room. She tossed him on his bed and stripped off her clothes. Her black lacey bra and panty reminded him of another body.

 

So hot.

 

Her toned body. Her abs. Her long slender legs. Boobs bulging out of her bra that were too small for them. The lion tattoo below her boobs and on her ankle. The mole on her cleavage. Her perfectly shaped ass which he wanted to grab as he pounded inside her.

 

Erhard tried his best not to look at the woman's face and made love to her body all night.

 

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Calliah opened her eyes to find herself covered in a white duvet. It took her a while to perceive what she was looking at but as soon as she did, she sat herself right up.

 

she was inside the trailer.

 

She was a captive.

 

How long was she out?

 

How was she still alive?

 

A shiver ran down her spine at the memory of the man's menacing face. How his eyes glinted and his lips twitched-- his voice-----

 

And the rod.

 

She groped down her lower region and a sigh escaped her lips as she realized she hadn't been fucked with the rod.

 

Then what was she doing here? Where was he? 

 

After days of staying inside the dingy cabin, the trailer seemed clean and comforting. There was one bed where she slept and another by the window where the blanket lay messed. That's where he must have slept, maybe.

 

She glanced at her wounds. The bite caused by the dog was stitched and the rest the scratches seemed old-- they weren't fading but they sure didn't seem new. She must have slept for days. 

 

Just then, a memory hit her.

 

I can help you find him.

 

What the fuck?

 

Is he counting on that?

 

"Me--help to find him--" she mumbled to herself.

 

no, no, no, no, no.

 

Where had she landed herself into?

 

This man thinks I'll help him... she questioned herself.

 

A noise was heard. he is coming inside.

 

Calliah pulled the duvet and pretended to be asleep. She could hear the vibrating sound of dishes . He must be in kitchen.

 

Calliah utilized her time to come up with a plan. She couldn't walk back on her words.

 

This man was dangerous-- and he was counting on her.

 

He patched her up and she has