The Boss Survived

The Boss Survived

Short Story, Fiction, Suspense, Horror, Karmic

I arrived back in Los Angelous on a Thursday night, and that would be a night that I would never forget. I had just gotten home from a business trip. Only to find my house burned to the ground. As I stood there in awe, I was thinking of who, and why someone would destroy my home. A dark thought entered my mind. That I would not become enraged do to the fact that instead I would get even. Then as I turned around to get into my vehicle a person in a black mask was standing there, and they shot me five times in the chest. I hit the ground. Looking into the abyss of death. As my attempted killer walked away thinking that they had done me in. But they could not have been more wrong. Yet as I still laid there watching them walk away I noticed an emblem engraved on their side arm handle. As the handle was protruding out of the holster. That was stuffed in the back of their belt. At that moment I realized it, and I knew who they were. But the pain of this betrayal was so horrible that I broke inside. In such a damaged sense that A tear drop of blood rolled down my cheek. It was at this moment that I realized that my life would never be the same because of what I would have to do later. In order to survive my situation. Now let us go back to 25 years before this unfortunate incident. Shall we?

I was a bright-eyed, and ambitious kid. Who was obsessed with business, and everything about it. I was only fourteen, and I was already making three hundred dollars a day. Just hustling advice to older kids who were nowhere near as intelligent as I was. Then one day my cousin brought one of her friends over to my parents’ house. I was busy working on my first book. Using my electric typewriter. The book would be about business consulting in a younger generation. When my cousin’s friend walked over to me and sat down beside me. With a remarkably interesting look in her eyes. She smiled at me, and I melted. She was the prettiest girl that I had ever met in my life. Her, and I became friends, and I started teaching her how to hustle. Then one day my knowledge of business caught the eye of her father. Who was the head of a worldwide underworld crime syndicate. He took a liking to me, and started mentoring me on how to become even better at what I did as a professional. As the years passed, I went from a business obsessed successful kid to the son in law, and the left hand, and personal bodyguard to the most dangerous, and powerful man in the world. Who had decided that after his death he would appoint me the head of his worldwide crime syndicate.

Even after marrying his daughter that I had grown up around, and had loved with my entire being she had still become jealous, and resentful of me. As I suppose she thought back then that her father would have left his business to her. But he had mentioned in private conversations with me many times that he never had any intention of making her any part of his underworld empire. He had even told me of his disappointment in her for even wanting to be like him at all.

Then the day came when her father turned eighty-five, and died. I was forty-five at the time and her, and I had been married for fifteen years when I became the head of her father’s crime empire. But nothing bad would happen until 5 years into me being at the head of the syndicate.

5 years later

I was on my way home from a business trip. I had been meeting with my four black market associates about some problems that needed to be managed with great precision. But now I was heading back home only to find my home burned down, and to be shot by my own wife of fifteen years, and left for dead afterwards. She thought I had perished afterwards. But I crawled across that parking lot grabbing my knife out of my car door, and I took my zippo out then heated up the blade. Afterward I pried those bullets out of my chest one at a time. Afterwards I drove to the liquor store, and bought a pint of vodka, and chugged a quarter of it then I poured some over the bullet wounds, and I took my cars cigarette lighter and cauterized the bullet wounds. Afterwards I checked into a motel, and turned on my cell phone, I called my underboss. Who was relieved to know that I survived. He even said that no one wants her taking over. Then he mentioned to me that she poisoned our children killing them, and left them to burn up in the house fire. I almost had a heart attack when I heard that. But I sucked it up, and ordered him not to tell anyone else that I survived until I was ready to handle her for what she had done. He understood, and agreed. Then I hung up, and laid down passing out for the rest of the night. That night I was plagued with nightmares filled with dark memories, and I woke up the next morning in a frantic way. But afterwards I got up, showered, put on a suite, and called my under boss. Asking him to pick me up, and to take me to her. So he came over, and drove me over there. She was sitting in my office chair. She thought she had won, and was in charge of everything, and the look on her face when I walked into my office with my underboss Simon Victor beside me was priceless. Her jaw was dropped. She was scared to death. I just smiled at her, and told her firmly to sit down. Then I lit my cigar, and looked her in her frightened eye’s ordering my underboss to tie her to the office chair, and to put the entire syndicate on video chat. So that I could make an example of her live. In case anyone else ever doubted my strength and leadership skills. As they all sat, and watched me. I told her that killing me was a horrible betrayal. But when she killed our children that drew the fucking line. So I had my underboss Simon cut her tongue out first so no one could hear her screams. Then I had him cut off all of her fingers, and her toes. Afterwards I had him poor liquid gold down her throat, and to finish it off. I had him poor acid over her body from head to feet. Then I ordered him to take what was left of her downstairs, and throw her remains into the cremation oven. Afterwards scrubbing it all clean with bleach. Getting completely rid of any of her DNA. Once he had taken her out of the office to do so. I sat in my office chair, put my cigar in my mouth, and smiled at the board on video chat. Asking them what was on the business agenda today boys? I never flinched. Just like nothing had ever happened. I felt no shame, and no remorse, I never forgot about her after that day. I never remarried again, and I lived and worked as the boss of her father’s syndicate until the age of one hundred, and twenty five years old. Only to pass away on my death bed from old age. On the day I died, I crossed over into a foggy tunnel like world, and just beyond the fog was a train station. Where my ex wife was sitting. So I walked over, and sat down beside her, and placed my hand on top of hers lightly. Her, and I both had eyes that were black like an endless abyss. But we both just sat there silently. It was like we were waiting for some train that would never come. But at least we were sitting together. Without judgement of each other for once in our existence. We were just there. We existed of what was left of us spiritually after death and that was it. So yes I survived as the boss of a worldwide crime syndicate for a lifetime. But I also found myself lost in the shadowy underworld in the afterlife waiting for an absolution that would most likely never come. Was it worth it? Absolutely not.

The End