Hidden Family
Chapter 1
" Accidental
Brothers "
"Thanks alot," She was my probably the
last one I dropped. I was feeling alittle dizzy and had a stressful day. In
those days, Being a Taxi Driver was fun. You go to new places, meet new people
and had new gossips all day but my sole motivation for this profession was its
scarcity. It was the autumn of 1930 when taxi's were introduced in America and
people who knew driving was given a golden opportunity by government. We were
given cars and we got money for driving while listening to radio.
She gave me three
bucks and disappeared in dark. The night was calm, silent but scary. I was
tired and needed a nap badly. As I moved to BOSTON, I used to live in the small
but comfortable apartment which was three miles away from the Town Hall. I sit
still on my place and tried to smoke. That cigarette had lost taste in quiscent
night. I was watching the dogs surrounding the sole street light in sicilly,
probably the most beautiful town in whole BOSTON.
"Come in quickly,
MIKE," A guy wearing cream coloured suit said after entering the car.
"Lets get out of here" He was a guy with black suit, blue shirt and
an orange tie. Before I could say anything he pointed a revolver at me and I
had no option. He was sitting beside me with his friend on back-seat. His
posture was strange. I started the car and ask them where to go . Their answer
was "anywhere but speed up a little"
Before I could
help myself being normal, Two shots fired from a Black Jefferson from behind at
us. I knew that car would wreck us in no time. I insanely accelerated and tried
to move quickly throw sharp corners . "It would be better if this can
moves a little faster" it was Joe from back-seat. His hands were on his
leg where cream pants were almost turned red.
"is that blood?" I was shocked with fear. "Just keep
movin', " My car was at its maximum speed and before those guys could
catch us, their car collided with a
phonebooth and that was least we could see. "Hey! you need a doctor"
My tone was favoring his condition but answer was " Just move towards
Triml Bar in Vinadowa Street" .
" But," I
was in state of partial shock but Mike interfered "Just go there or you'll
be dead". I moved the car towards that BAR because I was wise enough to
value that revolver. Reaching there both of them went inside the bar after a
couple of minutes, Mike came and give me two grands ($2000). "Take it, it’s
for keeping your mouth shut and make sure it never opens about us or we'll take
good care of you"
In
constant fear, I drove with a thank you.
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