Helen And The Mafia

When Mr Tory came to Ramsey Phil about a year and six months ago for a loan to help save his dying textile company. "The Tory textile". Ramsey knew he wouldn't be able to pay back. But gave him anyway to see what he could make of it. Mr.Tory made nothing of it, nothing of the 700 million and nothing of the company; it was still bankrupt and only a takeover from a capable hand would save it.

Ramsey, the only surviving member of the Phil family and heir to the Phil chains of companies, knew he was a capable hand to take over the company. He wasn't interested in the textile industry nor was his board of directors.

The only reason he was sitting at the back of his Lamborghini packed a few blocks away from Mr.Tory's house together with two other Land Rover jeeps filled with his finest security men all ex-military was because Mr Troy dared to hide from him. No one owes Ramsey Phil, the Mafia Lord a debt and hides away from him. He wasn't here to ask for his money, he was here to make him pay for going under the Radar for months. Ramsey had looked everywhere for him but couldn't find.

When Remsey received the news that Tory's daughter was having her twenty-first birthday party today, he hoped Tory did come. He didn't disappoint, he did come, and he couldn't wait to make him suffer for hiding from him.

No one hides from Ramsey. When he calls, you answer at his feet like the god of the Mafia world he is. He will use Mr. Troy as an example to all who think he was going soft. Especially those who think they can run deals behind him. He was going to make a statement "Ramsey Phil owes this city" the Phils are forever in charge.

So he waited with his term like a predator marking a prey, laying arm bush for almost an hour, waiting for the last guest of the party to leave before they burst in, they didn't want too many witnesses. While they waited, his tech men jammed the security cameras on the streets so no one watching from a monitor in any of the fancy buildings would see them waiting.

The streets got lonely as the night got darker. He was getting impatient; he hates waiting. He would have left it for his men to handle, but he needed to make an appearance for a greater effect.

"Scars. The last guest just left" The head of his security men Raymond announced in his ears via his earbuds as he took the next draw of his cigar. Good! He was getting tired of fucking waiting.

" How many security men are on the grounds in the building?" Ramsey asked

" Seven Scars, and we are taking them down as soon as we get in, " Raymond answered.

"Round them up and disarm, no shooting" he reminded them of the plan.

"Copy that"

"Is Tory still in there?"

"Positive"

From his breast pocket he took out a rubber hair tie, gathered up his long hair and put it in a ponytail. When he was done he took off his gold cufflinks and placed them in a box he took out from a customized locker in the car. They were a birthday gift from Lolly and he didn't want to lose them if things got messy.

"Good, bridge the gate" he ordered and his men swung into action.

The tech term remotely jammed the codes of the electronic gate of Tory's building and it slid open.

Within the next five minutes, Ramsay's men took over Tory's house and got all seven of his security men on their knees at gunpoint.

"Where is Tory?" Raymond asked in his military voice.

When no one answered he pulled up one of the men.

"When is Tory" he repeated the question pointing his hot gun to his nose.

"Upstairs. In his room" he muttered.

Raymond pushed him forward to lead the way. He was followed together with Ramsey and two security men.

When Tory saw his room door burst open and his security man held at gunpoint into his room and Ramsey followed behind. Dressed all in black to his shoes. Face red from rage and gray eyes darker. He knew the day he dreaded for six months had come. Hiding in his bleach house on the island wasn't a good idea.

"Scars" he called, forcing a fake smile.

"Mr. Tory, how good to see you again, it's been seven, six months ago you promised to pay back a certain no one you borrowed from over a year ago" Ramsey grinned showing his perfect teeth.

"I did_ promise to pay but_" Tory stammered as he stepped back away from Ramsey reach. Ramsey was twenty-five years younger than him, even in his youthful days he would have to be drunk to face a man of Ramsey's height and built in a fight. The man was above six feet and built like a real-life hurk.

As Ramsey approached Tory and he stepped back, he saw the man was looking seventy when he was just around fifty-seven, he was not only losing money but also weight, but that wasn't an excuse, to hid from him " Lord of the city"

"Who do you owe and promised?" he demanded

"You, scars"

"Oh me!" Ramsey acknowledged sarcastically.

"And you decided to disappear"

"No, I had business abroad"

"Business, does it have to do with paying me back my 700 million?" Ramsey mocked his lie.

"It does, I promise"

Ramsey laughed, as he did the line of the scar on his face that runs from under his left eyes to his bottom cheek widens and his dimples deepens.

"Where is my money?" he asked at the end of his laugh.

"I don't have it now, but I will soon. '' Tory was beginning to lose confidence. As he prayed the rumors about scar to be false. He feared what he might do to him. He had heard how ruthless he could be to those that get in his way.

Ramsey was the last person any sensible person shouldn't borrow from but he had no other options. No one among his circle was willing to give him the money, they were rather waiting like vultures for the company to die, and scrambled to buy it off when he liquidized it.

He had to borrow the money to save the company he built with his late wife.

Soon. Soon. Soon" Remsey chorused, taking a seat on the available single chair.

"I promise, I only need more time"

"You know what Tory, your time is up. I've got no more time to give to you. You used that up, when you tried to hide from me" he shook his head in disapproval.

"No one hides from me, I own this city, my family built and run it, my city! And no one hides for me!" Remesey yelled out the last parts.

"I wasn't"

"Do you think I'm some kid you play hide and seek with? Do you?"

"No, I'm sorry, truly I am" Tory rushed up and apologized to the devil.

"You must take me for a fool" Remsey informed him, lighting it up.

"Do you know why they call me scars?"

"No" he lied in fear, of course he knew why, it was because he leaves scars on people and or maybe because he has one on his face.

"It's your lucky day, because you are about to find out" with a fling of his fingers he ordered his men to bring Tory to him.