'My only love killed me and i love it.'
In those final dying moments, one has the opportunity to recall their entire lifetime. From the times they are most proud of to the times they hold on to with deep regret. Those moments had arrived for me. All too soon the darkness will engulf me eternally and I will no longer be able to breathe the smells of my everyday life.
I was a feared citizen, head of the Cayan Mafia. Each day I drove around the city of Acapulco in a black Mercedes inspecting my employees on each corner and down each alleyway. I was proud of who I was. I had worked hard and in the end it all paid off, I had everything I needed; money, drugs, and followers. Today, the final day of my existence, was no different than any others. I awoke in my apartment with yet another new body sleeping next to me and empty bottles of varied alcohol scattered around the room. It was dark inside the room, not an uncommon sight, as it was rarely sunny due to the constant cloud cover just on the other side of the windows. Cigarette smoke and bleach wafted from the bathroom. The smells of my business no longer fazed me, neither did the sight.
Leaving for my morning drive, I saw an employee of mine leaning on my car waiting for me. He had a scared look spread across his features and without saying anything, turned over his unsold product, an envelope of cash, and ran off towards the town. I didn’t follow him, I felt no need. It wasn’t the first time one of my employees had upped and left. Normally they only stayed long enough to make the cash they needed to leave the city and start a new life.
My drive started at Palos Alley and weaved its way around the downtown section of the city. I had a girl stationed on a corner of every block and though I’ll never admit it to anyone, I felt sorry for them. They rarely charged enough, thinking their worth was less than it really was. To my dismay, I had fallen for one of my longest serving girls, Vera Yashen. She had reported back to me one day to receive her employee wages with her face covered in bruises. Obviously, I couldn’t send her back out to work the next day as she was battered, and the days she wouldn’t be able to work would mean less cash coming in. I did what anyone in my position would have done, I found out who the guy was and I went after him. He was part of what I thought was a small gang and he often worked around the streets my guys worked on, therefore, eliminating him was not only doing good for my business, but also pushing across the message not to mess with me.
I killed the guy in an alley and the sound of the gun ricocheted off the walls and intensified the volume like a million gun shots had sounded. All too soon, police sirens could be heard floating around the distance and little had I known, I had started a war. The man, John Capp-Rodreeson, was part of a small gang, but that gang was linked to the largest mafia in Asia. Weeks had gone by and nothing happened, but slowly, my employees started leaving, each of them with the same horrified expression on their faces. I was left with only one, Vera.
My eyes skimmed across the dark stone alley I was selling in. I had taken to doing the deed myself as I had too much product to hold on to. The sounds of dripping water from a broken pipe echoed around me and the squeak of rats scratching through the rubbish was the only noise. It was raining today, and the streets were empty. As I looked towards the sky, I heard the sound of high-heeled shoes against the hard ground. Shoving my hands deeper into my coat pocket, I looked down to see a woman making her way towards me. She had been crying and through the smudged makeup, the face looked all too familiar. The girl, the one I cared so much for, the one I killed a man for was approaching me with a gun in her hand.
“I’m sorry Sir.” I had no idea what she was talking about. Had she lost all her earnings?
“Vera. What’s going on?”
“The day you killed that man, John, you really angered the Huisha’s in Asia. I don’t work for you Sir I have always worked for them. They sent me here to work for you so they could have an idea of what it was like in this district. I’m sorry.” I was speechless. Betrayed by someone I thought I could trust. The one girl I had ever loved had driven me into a trap.
“No, I’m sorry.” I lunged for her and we fell to the floor. As I made contact with the stone, I felt inside my coat for my weapon. My fingers locked around the handle and before I could fully think, I had pulled it out and was aiming it at Vera’s face. Standing, I pulled her up and took a few steps backwards. ‘Drop your gun Miss Yashen.’ She looked down and slowly lowered herself to her knees. I lowered my gun and replaced it in my pocket. I took a step forward but before I had a chance to process what she had done, she raised the gun to my stomach and pulled the trigger.
Pain shot through me like an unstoppable train rushing towards a car laundering on the railway tracks. I collapsed, not on my own will, but on account of the shock. I looked up at Vera, in a way glad she was the last person I saw.
Just one last breath. . .