Freddy was in the middle of a nightmare and worst of all he was very much awake and still very much alive...
I don't won't to die not yet! I don't want to give uncle Lucien the opportunity to bury me and dig me back up again! I can hear him gloating now the dusty old spider that he is!
'I would appreciate it so much if you took the time to tell me exactly where we are going,' said Freddy to the man sitting beside him. Freddy was beyond terrified at that time as he and his mad companion went speeding down the road. The only good thing to come from the experience was Freddy's rapid loss of weight through all the sweating he was doing at the time.
'I am not saying anything about that! You will see what you need to see very soon!' Vincent replied in a voice that can be described as ominous. 'We are on the mission, Freddy,' the half dead man continued. 'People see me and Frank in the streets and they want to get us. They think we are easy targets: my brother - respectable business and family man - and then you have me a man fully dead from the waist down and our enemies look at us and think like this, "let us get those fools!" Well today we are going to show them the truth of it. The Kings are NOT a family to be messed about with!'
'Why would people want to mess about with you and your brother?' said Freddy.
'Because we are rich! What a stupid damn thing to ask! There are loads of reasons why poor people would want to mess with us. Our business is legit, our wealth is stored in vaults of refined and beloved G-Juice. The brewery is booming and easy to find. If a gang wants to target the place all they have to do is break in and steal the goods. Our enemies have contacts operating underground who they can use to fence their gains. We have been attacked before... Back then we let the police deal with it. Nothing happened. So now I am dealing with it. No one steals from us Kings!'
'Why did they attack McGregor?'
'Collateral. They want to prove they can hurt our family on a personal level.'
'Damn!'
'We are going to stop at the Brewery first. We need to make sure everything is in order before we head into enemy territory. When in battle, Freddy, an army must always protect its rear!'
'But... We are not an army...'
'O yes we are, Freddy boy,' Vincent replied with an evil grin. 'And you are going to see how much of an army we are really soon my lad! We are going on an and adventure and you are going to LOVE it!'
DAMN!
So there was the brewery. Looking good! Time to move on...
Next stop: the Irish Bar.
Mr Macleod is going to love this!
'Knock out one of those bottles Freddy!'
Vincent was giving the orders and it was Freddy's job just to obey. Freddy's hands shook as they started fumbling about with the bottles. The thought of one of them exploding made Freddy want to disappear into a cloud! It was a horrible business! And the more he fumbled the more Vincent cursed at him!
Come on Freddy boy get moving with those damn bottles!
Vincent was not a patient man, absolutely not, and he wanted the job done quick and clean. He wanted to deliver a massive blow to the enemy. He told Freddy he wanted to bring a storm, adding menacingly, 'I am going to finish them all off once and for all!'
Freddy popped a bottle into Vincents left hand and sliding it over to his right Vincent sliced the thing on light with the cigarette hanging out of his mouth and casually tossed the flaming thing in the direction of the bar across the road from them.
Fetch us another bottle Freddy. The job is not quite finished yet...
Too terrified to do anything else he slipped Mr Vincent King another bottle.
This second bottle crashed through the front window of the bar and got the whole place ablaze! Men started to run out of the building. You could see the shadows of them in or against the flames.
That was when Vincent did something so incredibly outrageous that Freddy simply could not believe it.
Vincent drew a gun out of the dashboard and aimed it at the running men and started shooting at them!
Freddy saw at least one of them dropped down on the ground!
'I don't know if we should really be doing this,' said Freddy in a weak and wobbly voice but the poor man was stammering and shaking for damn good reason! He was now possibly an accomplice to murder!
But the nightmare was not over yet.
Mr Vincent King still had plenty more he wanted to do.
'Buckle up son!' he said to Freddy. 'The ride is far from done!'
Next stop:
The Coffee Shop.
'This is Brazilian territory,' Vincent explained. 'Toss another bottle over Freddy. You are about to witness the shortest war in human history. In the future this day will be forever remembered in Fenwick history as the one hour war. The war where Mr King gave his enemies a nasty sting! A war where our family beat them all in one day! Ah! Look at that Freddy... that shop is burning nicely. Now let us drive. Next stop: The Corner Shop! Time to light her up!'
'Can I say something you might not like to hear, Mr Vincent? Should we really be doing this? I mean, well, aren't the Brazilians going to be super angry that we are burning their properties down?' said Freddy in his usual wet and defeated voice.
Vincent replied with a smirk.
Toss us another bottle Freddy boy...
Before long the Corner Shop was fully and freely ablaze with a terrible and violent series of flames - glass was cracking and wood popping. The smoke was dark and started to spread until the whole street was choking in it.
The war is over. There is no coming back not for them...
'Now I am turning around but our business is not yet done. I called one of our people just then and we need to head out and pick them up, so hold on Freddy! We are on the last leg of our journey - the last leg of the road! But not my leg - that darn thing hasn't been able to move not from the day I was born.'
At the end of the road there was a young chap, maybe in his early twenties, waiting for them.
'This is our mate, Jack,' said Freddy. 'Open the door for him!'
Jack slipped into the back seat.
'I got your call. What's up Mr King?' said Jack.
Vincent hurled his upper bulk around and then pointed his gun at Jack.
Looking down at that barrel made Jack panic - his hand started reaching out to open the door.
That was when Vincent cocked the gun:
'Open that door and I will pull the trigger,' said Vincent. 'Now settle down!'
'Open that door and I will pull the trigger,' said Vincent. 'Now settle down!'
'How can I settle when you have that damn thing pointing right at me!' said Jack. 'Put the gun away and we can talk!'
'I give the orders, Jack, and the gun stays raised do you hear me?'
'Yes... Mr King, sir...'
'Good. It is nice to finally hear you speaking with some respect to me. You have a been a little cocky of late, Jack, and I am not happy about it. Neither is the bossman. Don't forget something, we scooped you out of the bottom of a dirty barrel. You were nothing before we found you. Your life was spiralling. You were facing homelessness. Mother with a heart of gold took pity on you, and so my brother and I gave you a job and all we wanted in return was appreciation. So it upsets my brother and I when we hear stories about you wasting our money on nightclubs and flexing your connection to the Kings with your friends. You are supposed to working for us as an undercover operative, you stupid twat! You are meant to be our ears and eyes on the street. You were supposed to tell people you work in a shop! You don't tell random and possibly dangerous people in a nightclub that you are a spy working for the biggest family in town. What is wrong with you? Do you have a dishcloth between your ears? You idiot! I should set the lads on you, but big brother Frank wants you gone quick and quiet. Hence the gun!'
'Please don't kill me Mr King! I am young! I am stupid. I messed up...'
'Shut up Jack! You have had your chance with us. You were supposed to our informant, keep your ears and eyes open. And what happens? The Irish launch a sneak attack on our territory, hurt one of our people my own uncle! If you had been doing your job properly you would have tipped us off about the attack. We told you to watch the Irish! But no! You were too busy getting drunk and spilling your guts about how you are going to be the next James Bond! Bloody idiot! I am going to have to shoot you Jack!'
'Mr King! I am an idiot I admit it! I get it! I get the rules. I messed up. You gave me a job todo and I got excited and I lost control of my tongue! Just give me another chance, please! You can't kill me, Vincent mate! You can't just kill a man out in public like this! You won't get away with it not even in Fenwick. Break my legs! Anything, just don't kill me!'
'You have to die boy...'
'Just give me another chance. I promise I won't mess up next time... I want to prove myself to you. I want to work for the Kings!'
'That won't be happening again. You are fired from the job and fired from life...'
'Okay Mr King! Sack me. But let me keep my life. I will run away... I will go back to England. I will not talk about this I swear. Just let me go I beg of you!'
'Right. Fine. I have heard you out. Now run!'
Jack got out of the car and bolted away like a madman drunk on G-Juice!
At the time Freddy wished he could do the same thing...
'So ends another hard day at work hey Freddy boy?' said Vincent.
To Freddy's insane relief Mr Vincent King put the gun away.
'The best way to commit a crime is to do it publicly and right in peoples faces,' Vincent explained. 'Those fools who sneak about they always get caught by the cops in the end. But those guys who have the guts to act like madmen in the streets with all eyes open on them they always get away with it! There are two reasons for this. One: People can't believe what they are seeing so they chose to believe they just imagined it. Two: The cops are too afraid to tackle us madmen! You see, Freddy, it is like this: A criminal who sneaks about is a coward. The cops love a good coward. On the other hand a criminal who fights in the streets with his naked fists covered in blood then well the cops will look at one another and they will be like this - "I ain't getting involved with that!" Those are rules of the world Freddy boy! Now the work is done and the day is over let's go for a nice cozy drive around town! Buckle up boy!'
And then Vincent fired the engines into action and took them both down the road at 60 mph.
When Freddy finally managed to escape the dreaded car he had to go for a slow gentle walk just to make sure that his legs were still working.
As he was walking down the street he bumped into a horrible but sadly familiar face.
It was his creepy creeping uncle Lucien!
'This is just like you isn't it uncle? Sneaking about in the shadows. You are more of a ghost than a man!' said Freddy. 'If you told me that you were dead I would fully believe that you were!'
'You need to come back to me Freddy,' said Lucien. 'You do not need a job! There is plenty of money out there in the fields - below the ground. There is wealth buried in the dark places of the earth... You and I can dig it all up and live a good comfortable life! Join me, Freddy. We were a good team! O if you only knew what I knew! I know a stiff who has been buried with a two thousand pound bracelet! Think about it, Freddy. We can split the profits fifty fifty!'
'This is the last time I am going to tell you that I am not interested!' Freddy returned angrily. 'Now do not speak to me again. I don't know why I bother with you uncle! You are a bloody weirdo!'
Uncle Lucien took the insult with a shrug and a sneer.
'You are a silly fool,' Lucien replied. 'A fool who is born a fool will die a fool! I can smell your demise arriving on the air. I see things from my little shed window at nighttime - the old ghost is watching and she wants revenge on those her murdered her...'
'Uncle! Is that supposed to be a threat? I haven't murdered anybody!' said Freddy. 'There is no ghost seeking me out for revenge. You are going to have to find better ways of scaring me if that is your plan!'
'The ghost is watching all of us,' the wonky old man replied in a sly wisp of a voice. 'She is going to find and destroy her killers and all of those who are friends with them... Goodnight, nephew. Sleep well.'
(Remember! All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)
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