The Devil's Song Bird

"Boss! We have to move to another place as soon as possible!" Max informed his boss, RoughCoin.

"I know. And I had already found a location where we can move to. It is near Greenwich village, Manhattan". RoughCoin replied.

Max was surprised to hear the area his boss had mentioned. He turned, and looked at his boss sharply with his brow furrowed a little.

"But boss, that area sounds like a hub for.. .the intellectuals. Do you think we can cope with them!".

"Our mission has nothing to do with the people living in that area, Max. And, just because we are Mafias does not mean we cannot live with the intellects. We all are human beings, Max. So, don't let this topic come up before me again.". RoughCoin replied coldly.

As a ruthless Mafia leader, RoughCoin Shakur hated having to explain his decisions to anybody. But Max was his right hand man and his best friend too. They had been together in the street right from when they were ordinary pick pockets. So RoughCoin had to endure explaining his actions to Max.

And, apart from Max, and his sister, RoughCoin never listened to anyone.

His childhood days were cast with poverty and hardship. So, the moment he entered the criminal world, he worked very hard; so hard that now, he was termed as one of the most feared and rich criminals in New York.

Due to his painful past too, RoughCoin got addicted to getting whatever he wanted at all cost. He believed that without violence, one would be denied of every right and opportunity one deserved. So could go to any extent to get what he desired.

His target also was not to make money alone, he wanted power. He wanted people to hear his name and shiver. He wanted to be a dread to the people whenever they see him, or hear about him. He never got indulged with women. His hunger for power and wealth at all cost never allowed him think about women. The only women in his life were his mother and only sister. Apart from them, RoughCoin had no experience with other women. And so didn't know how to treat them. To him, talking to women was always a mystery to solve. People say he does not respect women, but the reality was, he did not know a thing about women.

Then how was he supposed to treat them?

His sister didn't bother giving him tips about women either. She thought he would learn with time. But RoughCoin never learned.

He adored his sister so much, and fulfilled all her demands. He even made sure to keep her hidden from his world so that she could be kept safe from the dirty world he was in. All because of the love he has for his sister. And his sister too loved him so much, even though she despised his way of living. But she was aware that RoughCoin had every reason to do what he was doing.

"So, where is the report of that dog who has refused to pay me back my money?" RoughCoin steered himself from his own thoughts, and asked Max.

"It will be ready soon, sir!" Max replied.

Max often addressed RoughCoin according to his mood. He was aware that RoughCoin hated it when somebody called him by his name. He considered it as challenging him when he is addressed by his name. He only gave that right to his sister, which actually wasn't required. Max called him boss when they are talking business; 'sir' when he was angry or upset; and 'Coin' when he was in a very good mood. It was like a routine because himself and RoughCoin had been beat of friends right from the days when they were still very young roaming the streets.

RoughCoin sighed, and sat smoking his cigar and drinking his whiskey.

After fifteen minutes, Max walked up to RoughCoin where he was seated

"Coin, the report is ready." Max spoke.

"Read it!" RoughCoin said without as much as turn his head. He has his eyes closed, and his hand was stroking a strand of hair on his head.

"He is 45 years old. Has a wife, two daughters, and a son. He has only ten million left to pay us. We have given him a year more than the expiration date, but he says he needs more time. This is why we brought his case to you.". Max closed the report folder, and looked at his boss.

RoughCoin still had his eyes closed and did not say anything. Only a smirk was on his face. After a while, he opened his eyes and grinned broadly.

"Hmm. I think I will have to pay a personal visit to his home then. Where does he stay?" He asked in an even tone, looking at Max.

"Boss, it states here...that he lives in.. Manhattan!".

"Manhattan.?!". RoughCoin asked, raising an eyebrow to look at his right-hand man.

Manhattan happened to be the new area where he had decided to relocate to.

"That is a pleasurable coincidence, boss. Isn't it?" Max said, and smiled. He likes it when their job comes with that kind of coincidence. It makes Max believe that luck is on their side.

"Indeed it is.". RoughCoin replied, and grinned. "And in that case, we will go there. Our things will be moved there in a few days time, so I need to personally go and visit the villa. And I hope that things are being arranged as I asked them to be.". RoughCoin added. He was also glad that things are going in line.

Personally, he had a favourable feeling about this relocation. But, as strange as it may sound, he couldn't say why the feeling.

"But boss, we are staying there for only a few months, right?". Max suddenly asked.

"Nhmm." He answered while taking his phone from the table.

"So, why did you buy a villa there then?"

"What do you mean by that? Do you expect me to live on the street there? I didn't come this far in this business to live in trenchies Max, so please. Would you mind not asking me any more of such questions again?!" He said getting angry.

"Yes boss! Sorry boss". Max apologized. "When do you plan to visit that man?". Max added, changing the topic. He doesn't like making RoughCoin angry, and whenever it happens, Max always makes sure to apologize and get his boss to be even with him again.

"Tomorrow night. We have to be as discreet as we can, so that he doesn't escape. Understood. And yeah, get the pistols in order. I have arranged for new men to patrol round the villa and keep my reason for moving there a secret. No one should know about it.". RoughCoin said in his commanding nature

"Yes, boss."

After a while, when RoughCoin was ready to go, they went downstairs and asked the driver to take them to his new villa.