THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

Alfred walked back to room 308 and he ringed the doorbell. The door opened automatically, and Alfred stepped in.

He was still dressed as a chef.

“Yes? Do you need anything?” Brad asked with a stony look on his face.

He and Theresa were still eating.

“No sir,” Alfred changed the sound of his voice, “I came here to pick my phone which I forgot here.”

Brad dropped his cutleries. “You forgot you phone here?” He asked, raising a questioning brow at Alfred.

Theresa also dropped her fork and she gazed at the chef standing in front of them.

“Yeah, I dropped on that table,” Alfred pointed at the table which not far from the doorway, “I dropped it there when I wanted to serve your meal.”

“And why did you drop your phone on that table, huh?” Brad questioned, his snake eyes regarding Alfred’s brown eyes.

“Because my uniform doesn’t have a pocket, so I had to drop it on that table when I wanted to dish out your meals.” Alfred replied.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, and moreover, Bunny is the chef who serves me anytime I come here, so where is he?” Brad asked.

He was already getting suspicious of Alfred. Theresa just remained seated, watching as Brad conversed with the chef.

“Bunny is my friend and he isn’t feeling too well today. So he asked me to fill in for him.” Alfred lied smoothly.

Brad gazed at Alfred for a while before nodding his head. “Alright. Go and take your phone then leave.”

Alfred bowed slightly and he walked to the table where he kept his phone.

Brad and Theresa’s eyes followed Alfred as he walked.

Alfred took his phone which was behind the flower vase, then he saved the recording.

He had actually put his phone on recording mode thirty minutes ago, after he dished out the meal.

Theresa and Brad’s conversations were now recorded on his phone.

Alfred was about to step out of the room when Brad suddenly halted him.

“Wait!”

Alfred turned around to face Brad who was now standing on his feet.

“Yes, Sir?” Alfred raised his brows questioningly.

Brad walked towards Alfred while Theresa remained seated, wondering why brad halted the chef.

Brad stood in front of Alfred.

“Let me have a look at your phone.” Brad said, stretching his right hand.

“Why?” Alfred asked.

“I said let me have a look at your phone!” Brad said, raising his voice higher.

“And what if I don’t?” Alfred dared with a smirk on his face. The nose mask hid the smirk.

“Are you daring me?” Brad asked, angrily.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Alfred replied.

Brad angrily threw a punch at Alfred, but Alfred caught his fist then he grabbed his right arm, and slammed him on the wall.

Theresa rose to her feet immediately and she Fashed towards Alfred, aiming a punch at his face.

Alfred ducked under her and jabbed her stomach, causing her to stagger backward.

Alfred made sure he jabbed her no too hard because he knew Theresa wasn’t aware that it was him.

Brad stood up angrily with a cut on his lips. He touched his lips and he saw the blood on it.

His blood started boiling in rage and he was determined to tear the chef apart.

“Whoever you are, you’re dying tonight.” Brad roared and he removed a knife from his waistline, then he and Theresa dashed towards Alfred at once.

Alfred dodged Brad’s knife but he hit on the chest by Theresa’s kick. The kick caused him to stagger, then he retaliated by lifting himself off the ground, and he landed a double kick on the both of them.

Brad was able to dodge the kick but Theresa wasn’t. She fell on the floor immediately the kick hit her face.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Alfred felt sorry that he hit her but he had no other choice because want her to know that he stalked her.

Brad gave Alfred a cut on his arm with the knife.

Alfred held bleeding arm and he swayed sideways, evading an attack from Brad.

Alfred quickly kicked the knife away from Brad’s grasp.

Before brad could make a move, Alfred landed three consecutive punches of Brad’s face, then he complemented it with a spinning kick.

The impact of the kick caused Brad to crash roughly on a wooden table, and the table broke.

Brad stood up again, and he picked the leg of the broken chair, then he sped towards Alfred.

Alfred removed the two pistols that were underneath his coat and was about to pull the triggers when Brad hit the guns away with the stick, then he slammed it on Alfred’s chest.

Alfred staggered back and Brad raised the stick to hit him again.

He dodged the attack by swaying sideways, then he grabbed Brad by his shirt and head-butted him twice before throwing him across the room.

Brad was down and Theresa was still laying on the. Alfred decided to leave since he already got what he came for.

Theresa rose to her feet, rubbing her head gently, then she turned her gaze to the Alfred who was about to open the door.

Theresa dashed towards him before he could open the door.

She projected a kick towards him but Alfred rolled away and she broke the TV screen with her kick.

She turned around swiftly, throwing fast punches Alfred.

Alfred easily dodged her punches but the last on hit his face making the nose mask fall off.

Theresa’s eyes widened and loud gasp escaped her lips when she saw Alfred’s face.

She used her palms to cover her mouth which was opened due to shock. She was beyond shocked to see the person she just hit.

“My.. My Lord? What are y.. What are you doing here?” She stammered.

Alfred ignored her question, and he wiped the blood on his lips which was as a result of Theresa’s punch.

Brad groaned as he stood up from the ground. A frown creased his forehead as his gaze landed on Alfred.

“Do you know him, Theresa?” He questioned.

Theresa let out a sigh, and she faced him.

“Yes.”

“So, you brought your boyfriend along when I strictly warned you not to come with anybody, right?” Brad asked, a note of anger in his voice.

“I know you told me not to bring anyone along and I didn’t bring him he….”

“Then how the fuck did he get here?” Brad cut her off angrily. “Did he fall from the sky or did he suddenly appear here?”

“I made sure no one followed me when I was….

“Then explain to me why he is here!” Brad cut her off again. “And I also heard you calling him your Lord. Is he perhaps the leader of the Gilberto family?” He asked with raised brows.

Theresa said nothing in response.

Alfred simply remained on his spot without interfering in their discussion.

Brad chuckled, moving his gaze from Theresa to Alfred. “So you planned with him, right? You brought him here and pretend like you knew nothing. You set me up, right?”

Theresa was getting infuriated. “I said I didn’t bring him along and I’m not fucking trying to set you up!” She yelled in anger.

A smirk broke out of Brad’s bleeding lips. He bent down and picked the two guns that fell from Alfred’s hands.

He threw one to Theresa’s feet and he held one for himself.

“Prove to me that you didn’t bring him here or set me up. Pick up that gun and shoot him.” Brad said.

Theresa shot up a brow. “What?”

“You heard me right Theresa,” Brad replied, “Pick up that gun and shoot the man behind you to prove that you’re not lying to me.”

A frown appeared on Theresa’s face. “Bradford, are you nuts?”

Brad cocked his gun and he aimed it at Theresa. “Pick up that gun and shoot him or else I’ll shoot you.”