Outside was the car. Inside it were sitting two men, Jish and Wuan, and they were waiting for something...
Across the road was a tower block of three flats owned by one family.
THE KINGS.
Inside that tower Mr Frank King was sitting in front of a glass table holding a glass of scotch. On a seat in front of him was his business partner Freddy.
Freddy wanted a meeting with Frank and Frank gave it to him.
This is how it started...
Frank threw out the first words:
'What is this all about Freddy boy?' he said.
It was a cold start.
Freddy was trying to stop himself from shaking.
He was NOT doing a good job.
'Why are you shaking Freddy?' said Frank calmly. 'Nervous about something, eh?' Frank continued. 'It's me your mate Frank! You don't need to be afraid to say anything in front of me. We are business partners. We are building an empire together. I need you and you need me. We are practically brothers - if it was not for blood separating us we could have been born from the same mother. So speak up Freddy boy,' and Frank took a slow sip of his scotch. 'Speak up and tell me what you wanted to say. My ears are yours.'
'I need your help,' said Freddy with a stammer or two.
'I figured that right away. Now it's time for specifics. What do you need help with, Freddy?' said Frank.
'Frank, I don't know how to say this but I am in trouble.'
'Of course you are. Nobody asks to speak to Frank unless they are in trouble. So speak. Let your troubles find trouble with me, and your troubles will trouble you no more...'
'I have got a friend, a business partner a good man you know him you have seen him before in the parties he is the wine dealer Wuan.'
'I know Wuan. What about him?'
'Me and Wuan are working together on a project and somehow we wound up making some pretty nasty enemies. It is a long story...'
'Give me the short story.'
'Frank. The Irish are back. I mean it. The whole gang is reforming. They have got two soldiers so far Bill and Bo, nasty sods. Tough lads. Killers. We need to be careful of them. And they have teamed up with this real nasty lad...'
'Let me guess is his name Elfie Rooney?'
'You know him?'
'O I know him.'
'You sure?
'I am sure.'
Freddy shook his head wearily.
'Speak up Freddy,' said Frank commandingly. 'I told you that you have got my ears. What do you know about Rooney?'
'He is out and about building things up,' said Freddy. 'I think he is a danger not only to me, but to you!'
'Why is he a danger to you?'
'Because of business...'
'Want to talk more about this business?'
'No. Not really Frank. It's private.'
'Private? Fine. If it is private business then it is your business. But I need a plain answer from you about something, Freddy. Why do you think this Rooney is problem for my business?'
'He is trying to rebuild the Irish Gang. You and the Italians were mortal enemies with the Irish, right?'
'We were. But that war is old and dead.'
'Yeah...I know. But this new war is very much awake. And when this war fully wakes up there will be fires. The fire will start small and eventually grow to span this whole town and then you. I think, Mr King, you will be trying to find ways to put out fires very soon.'
'Call me Frank.'
'This war is going to consume you Frank and your whole family. The best and the only way to deal with this war is to nip it in the bud. Kill it in the root. Don't let this catch you up, Frank. That is why I am here now as your mate. I could have kept quiet and the Irish could have easily sneaked up on you. But if we act now that won't happen. They have two soldiers three including Rooney. But they are recruiting more lads for sure. I know this because Rooney threatened me in the forest last night. He is serious, Frank. He wants blood. He wants the High Street and the market back. But we can stop him I know we can if we act now.'
'What do you need?'
'Soldiers. I need armed men to help me fight the Irish.'
'You only need one man,' said Frank boldly and he waved his hand and that was when his brother Vincent King wheeled onto the scene on his wheelchair.
As if prepped for the conversation Vincent was already armed for a fight, pistol in hand and beer in the other he looked ready to go wherever destiny wanted him to go.
'So let us show these scum,' said Vincent drunkengly. 'I am armed. I am ready. I am ready to get steady. I am ready to get messy. Lead me to this Rooney and I promise I will get groovy with him.'
'You have got your army now,' said Frank to Freddy.
Frank took a sip of his whiskey, cold and steady and he starred at Freddy. 'Time to make a move boy,' he said.
'I am ready to make a move,' said Freddy with a shake or two in his weak voice.
'We will burn them down baby!' said Vincent gleefully.
And off they went to war...
(Remember! All spelling errors and grammatical mistakes are intentional - the author 😆)
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