The Godfather episode 24 – 25
🔞 THE
GODFATHER 🔞
( Bounded By Honour. . . )
CHAPTER 24&25: HOLD ME TIGHT, ANASTASIA.
By; Holland Cisca.
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Pablo phoned John, asking him of his location. “Can you see my hands up?” John said, waving his hand high.
Pablo sighted him from afar and went towards his direction. He ordered Cornell, Marcos and Al to wait behind while he goes to meet with John alone.
“Let me guess, your father has passed down the empire to you, hasn’t he?” John said, standing up.
“You said we should meet here, what is it you want to discuss with me?” Pablo asked, ignoring his question.
John smiled. “You’re a smart fellow, mate. Please have a seat.” He gestured to him to sit down. “I need your help.” He requested.
“What help?”
“I wanna run a transaction with you, and I need one of your hackers to do it for me.”
“Why should I help you?”
“Because I’ve heard your father has the best hackers in the state.”
“So?”
“I need your hacker to help me steal from the national bank. But don’t worry, you have a commission for it.”
“How much is my gain?” Pablo asked.
“I’ll give you forty percent of the cash if it works out well, while I take sixty percent.”
“Forty percent? Isn’t that too much just for a hacker?” He asked.
“What do you think?” John asked back.
“Why should I trust you?” He asked.
“You don’t have to trust me. Besides, I’ve worked for your father for years now and we still work for each other even till now. So, are you in or not?” He asked.
After a thoughtful while, “I’m in.” He agreed.
“I have every thing ready, I just need a hacker for it. Here,” he gives him a card, “that’s my location tonight. Meet me at nine.”
Pablo stands up. He puts the card in his pocket, leaving.
“What did he say?” Al asked as they headed back to the car.
“We’re gonna steal from the national bank tonight, so he needs a hacker to run the operation.” He replied.
“How much percent is your share for it?” Cornell asked.
Pablo looked at him. “Forty percent.”
“Forty percent?” Cornell asked, surprised. “And you trust him?”
“I don’t. But let’s just hope the transaction goes successfully. We’re heading to his place tonight, by nine.” Marcos opened the back seat door for him to enter.
They zoomed off.
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>JOHN’S ABANDONED WAREHOUSE≈9:05 PM< * Pablo drove to the abandoned warehouse with his men. He had some of his men surround the warehouse in places where John and his men wouldn't see them. Pablo walked into the building, and to his left is the hacker he had brought with him for the mission. The gadgets and the rest of the equipment for the transaction were ready, while they patiently waited for Pablo to show up. "His name is Theodore, he's our hacker for tonight." He announced. John scanned the young boy with his eyes from head down to his toe. "Are you sure he can do this?" He asked. "He is one of the best, trust me, you'll love him." Pablo assured him. Theodore is just twenty three but Vito's favourite hacker. He uses him for difficult missions and there was no type of account or system Theodore can break into. That's why Vito always calls him the computer brainiac. "If you say so. So," he clapped his hands, "shall we begin?" Theodore was given a seat to start the operation. His fingers were moving so fast on the keyboard as he typed in letters and words at the same time. They only have barely thirty minutes to run the operation successfully without getting caught. When Theodore finally hacked the bank account, he typed in the twelve digit letters and the bank account was opened. John laughed in excitement, and he told him how much he wanted to be withdrawn into his own account. "Withdraw nineteen million dollars to my account." Theodore typed in the code and amount and the transfer began immediately. Right before their eyes the money began to count in hundreds, thousands then to millions. When the money got to nineteen million dollars, it stopped counting and the transfer was cancelled. John took the small device the transfer took place, k×ssing it. "Nineteen million dollars it is." He laughed hærd. "Send me your details." He requested. Pablo typed his details, sending it to him. Immediately, John ran a quick transfer but to Pablo's amazement, he has just ran a thirty percent transaction. "Why thirty?" He asked, annoyed. "What were you expecting?" "We discussed it should be forty, and besides, you said it yourself. Have you forgotten already?" "I'm sorry, Mr Escobar, not all promises are made to be fulfilled. Well, thank you for your help, I really do appreciate it. Looking forward to working with you in the future." John made his way to the door. "Marcos, what time is it?" Pablo said, Marcos touched a button on his wrist watch, sending signals to the guards outside to take position. Sounds of gunfire could be heard from the outside. Meanwhile, John D' Amico saw what was going on and how his men were losing to Pablo's men. He rushed in for safety but met Pablo standing by the door side. "Where do you think you're going, Mr D' Amico?" He asked. "What is the meaning of this?" He scowled. "This isn't part of the deal." "Of course, it isn't. The deal is to share the money sixty by forty percent but it turns out that you failed your promise. And who told you that mafia's leave without a complete deal?" "This isn't how your father works with me." "You might have cheated on my father a lot of times, but you ain't gonna cheat on me too. Hand me the device and I'll let you go alive." "That's impossible. I brought up this plan and you aren't going anywhere with it. Unless, we'll have the money fifty by fifty, what do you think?" He asked, trying to mean business. "Not interested in sharing the money any more, I want the device, so hand it over to me." "You're trying to play smart on me, huh? You fu*king know who I am?" He yanked. "I don't think I care about what you are, Mr D' Amico, I just want the device, that's all." "No way are you having this device, you better have me dead than I give it to you." He insisted. "Say that again." "k×ss. My. Ass." Pablo smiled. He notices John slowly pulling out his gun from his back pocket, he takes Cornell's gun from his pocket, pointing it at John. "Drop the gun down." John hesitated. "I said drop the fu*king gun down!" He yelled. John drops the gun gently to the ground. "I'm gonna say this for the last time, hand me over the device." "Or what?" "You don't wanna find out what. Just do as I say and we end this like nothing ever happened." John took the gun of one of his men about to make the first move when Pablo pulled the trigger at him. John fell to the ground, bleeding from his chest. Pablo walks to his dead body. He bends, taking the device from his hand. "You should have just given it to me when I asked for it." The rest of John's men ran away but not too far as Pablo's men shot them all. He hands the device over to Theodore. "Run the rest of the transfer to my account." He said, hopping into the car. "Yes, sir." ***** Pablo walked in and Fred came to him. "Father wants to see you." He informed him. Pablo went to Vito's room. He met his father going through an album of both him and his mother. Vito looked at the pictures like it was his last time to do so. "You called for me." He said, walking in. "I heard John D' Amico called this morning." "Yes, he did." "What did he say?" He asked, closing the album. "He said he needed my help to hack through the national bank. He wanted the sum of nineteen million dollars." "Did you help him?" "Yes, but he cheated on our deal." "And you let him go?" Pablo pours himself a glass of whiskey, sipping on it. "No." He replied. "And the rest of the money is safe in my account. We can use it to treat your sickness and get you back on your feet." "You can't." "And why is that?" Pablo asked. "My doctor came..." he paused for a while, then continued. "He said I have barely five days to live. It doesn't matter how much we raise for the treatment, it's just too late to get the sickness cured." "I. . . I don't understand. W-what do you mean just five days?" He scoffed. "Look, dad, I am not letting you die, okay? You're gonna live as far as I am concerned. Even if it's just for a year." "Pablo, for heaven's sake let me die in peace. I lost your mother, I think it's time I have to meet her again. I have always missed her, I can't wait to see her face." "So you wanna leave us? You wanna leave me?" Vito stood up from the bed, walking to his side. "A father must leave and let his sons take over. I think that's what I am about to do." *** The pains of Pablo's words were like a dagger to Pablo's chest. Since his father had started the conversation of his death coming near, he has never felt this pain before. Pablo walks into his room, slamming the door hærd behind him. He walks to the sit-out of his room to cry. He wanted to be alone, to think without any interruption. Hearing his father say he was gonna die felt like it was gonna happen at the moment, and the painful part of it is the fact that he willfully accepts his death. Anastasia knocked on the door but there was no reply, so she decided to enter to see if he was in,side or not. She glared around the room and couldn't find him. "Pablo?" She called but there was no reply from him. "Pablo, it's me Ana." She decided to take a look at the sit-out to see if he was there. She saw him standing still and she wondered why he didn't want to reply to her calls. "You're here." She said, walking out of the room to the sit-out. "I've been knocking on your door but you didn't answer so I decided to. . ." He turned his gaze to her and she noticed he was crying. "Are you crying?" She asked, surprised. A tear rolled down his cheek. "Is. . . Is that tears?" "Ana..." He said in between sobs. Seeing the sad expression on his face and the tears which stained his cheeks, Anastasia knew some thing was wrong. She didn't ask, she just pulled him into her arms, hugging him tight. Pablo is the only son who never had the chance to enjoy his father's love. And now that he has come to spend the longest vacation with him, he was gonna watch him die? "It's gonna be okay." She assured him even though she didn't know why he was crying. ~~~~ To Be Continued…