Sold To The Mafia Queen

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The sun shone down the streets, blindingly bright. I sat in my car on Biscayne Boulevard, the main street in Miami, with the right door slightly open and a rifle in my hand. I was putting on my police uniform as I had been asked to monitor the street for an hour or two. From nearby clubs, I could hear the bass drum of techno music pulsating, and from various restaurants, I could hear Latin music playing. Almost as loud as the music, I could hear the laughter of people socializing.

Suddenly, the laughter was replaced by the sound of gunshots. What the hell? I looked at my side mirror and saw a horrible sight. A red BMW was being chased by two sports cars, one thug sticking his head out of one of the car windows with a gun in his hand, firing shots at the BMW. The person driving the BMW showed no fear as he kept going. They were driving above the speed limit. I thought this street was a crime-free zone. I stuck my head out of my car and shot at the BMW heading my way, but missed.

"Goddamnit!" I yelled as I stepped on the gas and started chasing the BMW with the sports car driving behind me. They tried to overtake me, but I didn't bring a cop car. How are they going to listen to me now? I pressed the button of my walkie-talkie, "Calling for backup, calling for backup!" I yelled as I increased the speed of my car. The sports cars were suddenly all over me, on my left and right sides, like they wanted to hit me.

"Freeze, this is the police!" I yelled, but they ignored me. I stuck my hand out of the car and shot again, hitting the tire of one of the sports cars. It spun three times and fell on the highway. Now, it was just the BMW and the last sports car. One of the thugs stuck his head out of the car and fired shots at my car. I lowered my head as the bullets pierced through my glass, scattering some glass frames on me. Who the hell were these guys? Where was the backup I called for?

In the blink of an eye, a sports car overtook me. As it hit a BMW, the horn blared continuously until the BMW flipped and turned upside down on the highway. There were no other cars on the road, just the three of us. The sports car stopped, and I stopped reloading my gun. I stepped out of my car and slammed the door, running towards the two thugs that had exited the sports car. One of them was muscular and big, with numerous tattoos and piercings on his face, as well as diamond earrings.

As I approached them, I realized that one of them was Kendrick, the most popular gangster we couldn't get arrested. My eyes widened in shock. Both of them were heading towards the BMW, which was still lying on the ground with gasoline leaking from it and spreading on the road.

I paused as Kendrick's man crouched to peer into the car. "Come out, old man. It's time to meet your doom," Kendrick bellowed, holding his gun with both hands and a devious expression on his face. Who was his target? I had to help them.

"Freeze!" I shouted, sprinting towards them and aiming my gun at Kendrick's head.

"I said freeze!" I repeated, standing behind him. He slowly raised his hands, still holding the gun in his right hand.

"Slowly put down your guns," I said. "Don't try to act smart," I added, as his man also put down his gun in fear. I started to hear the siren heading our way. It was a relief to know that I didn't have to handle all of this myself.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" I said to them as the siren got closer and closer. But before I could blink my eyes, Kendrick acted quickly. He used his right foot to lift the gun from the floor and grasped it with his hand. He then pointed the gun at his man and shot him twice in the stomach before pointing the gun at the BMW car.

"Goodbye Lugard," he said as he was about to shoot the car. I knocked the gun out of his hand with my feet. He turned and punched me hard in the face. His hand penetrated my face, and I saw stars as I struggled to balance myself. I turned to see him get into his car and drive off at great speed.

"Ow, my face hurts." I groaned in pain, rubbing my burning face, which was on fire. That punch was hard. I walked over to the car and opened the door. I saw a beheaded body behind the wheels with blood spurting out of it. He had been crushed. I was about to walk away when someone called out to me from inside the car.

"…P-Please h-help." The voice was barely audible, but I managed to hear it. I ran to the other side of the car, grumbling as I struggled to lift it. Two cop cars arrived, and two officers joined me as we all turned the car over.

The car made an ear-splitting sound, and my eyes widened as I saw Lugard, the street lord, in the back seat; his body was covered in blood, some escaping from his head as he turned his face to look at me and moved his lifeless hand.

I took out my phone to call the ambulance as the other officers opened the car door, helping him out with their hands on his shoulders. "I... need to..." his voice trailed off as he passed out in their arms.