Chapter 19: A New Enemy Discovered
I looked at Eman and told him to call all his n. he was still a little shocked, but still called them. one after the other they were all inford that...'Boss is back'. in a matter of minutes they were at Eman's doorstep.
[knock] [knock]
Eman swung open the door, and they stepped inside, joining on the couch, eager to understand the situation.
"Boss are you alright now? What will we do from now on?" Asked Darjan, a spark of curiosity in his eyes, mirrored by the others.
With conviction, I announced, "I am Dionis Asani the man who will conquer all of my city, what the fuck do you think we are gonna from now on!? of course, we will conquer! that's what my organization is for!"
"Hell yeah! The boss is back!" they exclaid in unison, their excitent palpable.
Despite battling the weight of guilt within , I repeated a mantra, almost trying to convince myself, "Keep moving forward. It will be worth it." Even tho, I was not sure if it was going to be.
Eman rose from the couch, switching on the PlayStation 3 and tossing two controllers onto the couch. anwhile, one of the n made his way to the kitchen to prepare so popcorn. The table quickly filled with snack and drinks, creating an atmosphere which cannot be replicated these days. without wasting a mont we started playing tekken 6 on the PS3.
"Darjan you have a lot of connections right?" I asked him while fighting him on tekken.
He nodded, acknowledging his network. "Well yea I think so."
"Excellent. Do you happen to know any criminal organizations?" I inquired, hopeful for sothing big.
His response was toned with a hint of fright. "Yes, there is one mafia family in Trbovlje that I'm aware of, but even the thought of crossing paths with them sends shivers down my spine."
"What why?"
He started telling who they are. They seem to be really known in Zasavje.
Intrigued, I pressed for more information. Darjan proceeded to enlighten about the infamous Krasniqi family, a na that held significant weight within the region of Zasavje, including cities like Trbovlje, Zagorje, and Hrastnik.
They reigned supre in the drug trafficking underworld, their reputation extending far and wide. Protected by corrupt police departnts and a vast web of connections, they struck fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge them.
Their stronghold lay in Trbovlje, further adding more challenge for .
"So it's an Albanian mafia family, huh?" i question Darjan
"Yea..."
The weight of this revelation threatened to crush my motivation, casting doubt on my ambitions. But, despite my faltering confidence, I maintained a facade of certainty. "I'm going ho," I declared abruptly, putting my controller down.
Eman, taken aback by my sudden departure, asked, "Why? Let's continue playing. There's no rush." All the boys equally taken aback.
"No. I'm going ho, but here is that bitches phone number, you can call her and have so fun with her. If she won't co tell her that I ordered her" I suggested, a touch of darkness in my words.
Eman's face twisted into a wicked grin. "Oh, aight! I wasn't satisfied the last ti. Now, I get another chance to have my way with her!" he chuckled all the n joining in aswell.
Leaving the boys behind, I departed for ho, where contemplation consud . The pressing issue at hand was the indestructible Krasniqi family, the key to my conquest of Trbovlje.
The potential of becoming their subordinate briefly crossed my mind, but my ego demanded more—I wanted to be the boss, not a re lackey.
Imrsed in a cascade of thoughts, I sought peace in a long shower, hoping that clarity would accompany the water's cleansing touch. Yet, the path forward remained unpredictable. They were better than in every aspect, my chances of conquering my city were lowering each day.
Then, like a flickering fla igniting, an idea sparked within my mind. "I have sothing they don't," I muttered, a newfound way of approaching the situation ca to my mind. It felt foolproof, and I erged from the shower, full of confident.
Without hesitation, I got out of the bathroom and dialed Darjan's number. "Darjan, tomorrow after school, I will co to your house. I need sothing from you," I explained, sitting down on my couch.
"Sure thing, boss," He said and I ended the call.
A sense of calmness washed over . Confidence replaced nervousness; I knew I would find a way to destroy the Krasniqi family, even if the exact details remained unknown.
The following day arrived, and as soon as I finished school, I went ho, left my backpack and made my way to Darjan's house.
Entering the house, Darjan kindly showed around the house until we entered the living room and his father noticed .
In an instant he flew off the couch grabbing a baseball bat and screaming at , "Motherfucker! You wanna fuck with again!?"
"No, now put the baseball bat before sothing bad happens to you—again."
Despite my words, he continued to rage, threatening with violent language. Swiftly, he swung the bat in my direction, but fortunately, I managed to dodge it, and the bat collided with the wall behind . Breathing heavily, he backed off but continued yelling, "You bitch, you're scared now huh? Hahaha knell down and beg for rcy?"
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound sincere. I offered a slight bow, hoping to show respect.
Both Darjan and his father were surprised by my sudden apology.
"What... Don't give that shit!" his father retorted furiously. "You stole 3k$ from my son and my precious bracelet! What the fuck will an apology do!"
Hoping to explain myself, I quickly responded, "I know I ssed up in the past, but I've changed. I gave Darjan his money back and even more to make ands. We're close friends now, and we hang out almost every day. Please, can we let bygones be bygones?"
Darjan stepped in, attempting to diate the situation. "Dad, we're best friends now. I trust them, and you should too. Please, be nice."
His father's rage showed no signs of decreasing, and he continued to hurl threats at . "I don't fucing care! Get the fuck out of my house before I kill you!!"
Sighing, I accepted the fact I couldn't suppress his anger and stepped out of the house. Darjan, torn between his father's anger and his Boss, decided to accompany outside.
As we walked aimlessly around the city, he seed troubled and attempted to speak several tis but hesitated.
Noticing his unease, I reached out to him with a concerned expression. "What's up, bro?" I asked, trying to provide so comfort.
He sighed, clearly conflicted. "Boss, I'm really sorry. Sotis he's just such a bitch," Darjan vented, frustrated by his father's behavior.
I shook my head gently, offering understanding. "Don't talk about your father that way, its alright I understand. it's a normal reaction."
Trying to ease the tension, I suggested, "Let's grab sothing to eat. It might help take our minds off this whole situation."
Darjan nodded appreciatively, grateful for the distraction. I led him to a nearby restaurant, and as we entered, we found a quiet corner to sit. Once we settled down, we both ordered our favorite dishes.
Darjan nodded appreciatively, grateful for the distraction. I led him to a nearby restaurant, and as we entered, we found a quiet corner to sit. Once we settled down, we both ordered our favorite dishes.
While devouring the food I ordered, I leaned in and addressed Darjan.
"Do you happen to have the phone number of the Krasniqi family's boss?" I inquired, hoping for a breakthrough.
Regrettably, he responded, "Seriously, what do you take for? I'm not so all-knowing connection wizard, but I have a dumbass friend who constantly boasts about working for the family, even though I think he's just lying."
"Call him then."
With his phone in hand, Darjan dialed his 'friends' number, the anticipation mounting with each ring.
Ding
The dealer answered, his voice laced with suspicion. "Yo, who is this?"
"Hello, my na is hmmm, I don't know yet... anyway, I wish to speak with your boss. Can you provide with his phone number?" I requested, my tone firm and commanding.
"Who the fuck are you?" he retorted, his skepticism evident.
I adopted a more nacing tone. "look here buddy if you don't inform your boss of , he will chop your head off."
His defiance faded, and he questioned, "And why is that?"
"Because I have business to do with him," I replied, emphasizing the urgency.
"Alright, alright, why didn't you say so sooner, here is his number 051*******"
Thanking him for his cooperation, I ended the call, satisfaction washing over . looking at Darjan, I shared my decision, "Darjan, we will contact the boss tomorrow."
"Let's just hope he didn't give you a random phone number hahaha," Darjan joked.
Hours later of talking with Darjan, I paid for the food and bid farewell to him. Making my way back ho, anticipation mingling with uncertainty. The daunting task of destroying the Krasniqi family lood large, yet an unshakable confidence coursed through my veins. I knew deep down that my plan would succeed.
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