Gangstar Paradise

Saturday Evening

Prince Rotimi clad in white Tommy jeans a Ralph Lauren long sleeve shirt. He was in the bar with a business associate relaxing after a meeting in the company of three delectable, young  and scantily dressed gals giggling away at everything the duo said. On stage a high life band was performing.

Prince Rotimi, was a regular at the Breeze Hotel. He discovered the secluded hotel two years ago when he sought for a place to hide after a particularly dangerous but successful operation, he checked into Breeze and hid in the hotel for three months. He was also a notorious womanizer, it is rumored that he could not stand sleeping with one girl twice he found it incredibly boring. As he sat back in the soft cushioned couches he looked at the girls carefully sizing them up, they were probably undergraduates from the many schools in the town and they come very cheap these days One could hire a dozen gals for the cost of one in Abuja.. He once bragged in the hearing of a friend that he could ascertain the distance any gal can go in the pillow business by looking at them. Finally he made up his mind on an ebony black goddess with very bright blue eyes who introduced herself as Trish, she was the only one wearing a decent dress but her eyes spoke of unbridled desire. He loves eccentricity it was part of the attraction. He will find out what lay beneath those fabrics. He smiled wickedly to himself at the thought. She was talking to another fair complexioned girl she had  introduced as Jinx.

Ten minutes later he got up and winked at Trish and she got up and followed him into the lobby through to his room.

A call came in through his mobile as he closed the door to his room behind them.

“Hello Mike, how far” he spoke into mobile.

‘He came through smoothly’ the voice on the other end confirmed flat and toneless.

‘Where are the goods’ Prince waved Trish into the bedroom.

“The package is with Al Simmons”

‘Okay, Bassey remains with you until further instructions, after I have discussed  with Alhaji Umar’.The phone went dead. He dialed another number. A rich baritone voice boomed from the other end. “Hello Prince”

‘Las Vegas was successful, Alhaji’

“Okay, I will call you later tonight” came the thick voice “ I am having dinner with  some Politicians right now”

‘Okay I will….’ But the phone was dead.

Prince Rotimi put down the cell phone and was about going into the bedroom when another call came through.

‘Who is it’ he pressed the green button on the nokia N-90 mobile phone.

“Felicia was nabbed in Amstardan” a voice shouted on the other end, “She did not make it through the custom agents, Probably someone tipped them off.”

‘What, she was carrying a diplomatic portfolio, damn the Bitch, she must have made a mistake somehow’ Prince was enraged

“There is a problem Prince, she was found with 900 kilos of cocaine and  that’s gas chamber”

‘What , we only packed 400kilos for her, where did she get the other 500.’ Prince was mad now.

“ I think if she is faced with the reality of her situation, she might trade us in for her head.”

‘We can’t let her talk , so do what you have to do and fast before things get out of hand. I don’t want to report this to Hajia Safiyat without assuring her that she is not in danger of being mentioned.’

‘Damn I would kill the bitch myself if I had the chance’ mike swore to himself Felicia had been a courier with them for six months now, very ambitious slut. He disliked her but in their kind of business what matters was bravery and smartness. But it was  foolish of her to carry excess package knowing that sabotage was  prevalent. Prince Rotimi has been a hit man as well as a master strategist for a sect of the mafia in the country for three years now. Drugs, pay offs, illegal oil bunkering, smuggling, the list was endless. Crime was on the increase in the country with numerous  political assassinations, security institutions were infiltrated by mafia loyalists and dirty politicians were put in power with the assistance of the mafia.

Rotimi was born tall and handsome, quiet and observant but that would be the only good record in his thirty –eight years.  He grew up in a broken home with his mother in Port Harcourt; She was a prostitute that got pregnant for a white oil worker in the early 80s. He grew up in the streets and growing up in the streets meant using your guts and wits to  stay alive . He took to pilfering to feed himself. When he turned 16 he joined a local gang that robbed shops and cars on the highway. After two years as a highway robber a friend came with a smuggling deal;Indian Hemp. He cashed in with his share of the spoil. The drug was sold and he was in hot cash. He decided drugs were his next call. He began his long romance with marijuana. His distribution was well planned and discreet. The authority knew he was involved but could not capture any shipment. His network of drug distributors became well knitted and he began to control the territory at 23. He paid off the police to look the other way. He was even selling the Indian Hemp to some police officers but criminals were his major client. He gradually became and exchange guy for both. The police went to him when they needed anything from the underworld and vice versa.  Mike almost thirty became useful to the politicians during the democratic revolution; Corrupt politicians who wanted the services of his extensive network came to him and paid handsomely. He became a political terror during the months preceeding the 2007 general elections        , equipped with tools of terror he embarked on ordered assassinations and terrorism of opponents of his clients. He became popular because of his efficiency and dependability. He was illiterate, cold and ruthless but his records were secretly glaring in referrals. After the political brouhaha he was admitted to be a part of a politco-criminal mafia ring and he rose quickly because of his network and wit. His ace was his ability to feed the bosses with the result but never the tedious execution and unexpected hitches, he always promised to deliver. They thus have come to respect him.

Mike was still brooding over his loss when Trish wearing a bathrobe and smelling of lemon ventured out of the bedroom. He was deep in thought and his eyes fixed on a lamp across the room. He did not seem to hear her or see her until she was inches from his murderous face. With lightening speed he sprang up ,grabbed her robes and tore it away from her body revealing a delicately curved chocolaty skin pushed her unto the nearest sofa in the room and practically raped her. She clawed and drew blood from the back of his neck with her nails but those were his dessert.Such is the aura of danger and unpredictability about Prince Rotimi. She was still wasted and lying on the floor when he dressed and left the hotel.