The Mafias Are On Their Way

The banging noise coming from the radio speaker woke Maverick open, and after stretching on his bed for the umpteenth time, he sluggishly opened his eyes. The harsh morning light passed through the open curtains, piercing his sensitive eyes like a thousand sharp knives, and he quickly closed his eyes and growled in annoyance.

“Who opened the window? I closed my window and door before going to bed last night,” he growled out, tired and spent. He was on the night shift yesterday at the bar, and unfortunately for him, Lanky and his men didn't show up. Ben kept showing him to different old men who tried to seduce him, and this frustrated him because he had no interest in men older than his father. He was interested in only young men, but the few young men he saw were either married, not hot, or not gay.

He came home several hours ago, and his back arched from a large hour of standing. He lay on his bed for a while, his bedsheets covering his face, trying to shield the light coming from the windows from reflecting on him. Suddenly, sleep vanished from his eyes and he became suspicious.

“Who opened my window? I am the only one in this house, and no one else has my keys except for me,” He reasoned, and quickly jumped off from the bed. He wore his detective hat, and slowly moved around the room, searching for a weapon which he could use, in case a threat arose.

Luckily, his hands fell on a baseball stick, and he quickly picked it up from his couch and gently moved out of his room, quietly tiptoeing to his sitting room.

His heart was racing fast, and he tried to think about how to defeat the thief or trespassers.

As he stepped out of the room, the creaking of the floorboards beneath his feet seemed amplified in the silence. He held his breath, his grip on the baseball stick tightening. He moved forward, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

Suddenly, a faint rustling noise came from the living room. His heart skipped a beat. He approached cautiously, his senses on high alert.

As he stood by the door of the room, he saw the shadow of a figure near his television.

He gently released the baseball stick, ready to throw it at the trespasser, luckily, the person spoke.

“Hey Maverick, I didn't know you brought your radio set with you, I mean what do you need it for when there is a plasma TV,” Frank, Maverick's close friend back from college and secret spy questioned, looking confused as he scanned the radio set.

Maverick was relieved to see that there was no threat, just his emotional support, but he couldn't understand how he got into his apartment. He was about to question him when Cindy, his female coworker, came out of his kitchen, a bowl of cereal in her hand.

Maverick was shocked at his friend's boldness, and he looked at the both of them in bewilderment, unsure of what to say or how to address the matter at hand.

“Maverick, tell senior officer Caleb to get you cornflakes, aren't you tired of drinking the same brand of cereal every time?” Cindy asked as she took another spoon from the bowl in her hand. She sat down at the dining table, while Frank paced up and down, his eyes scrutinizing the room.

Maverick sucked deeply on his teeth, and took a deep breath, trying to calm his frustration, “Good morning to you too, how was your night? I hope it wasn't stressful. What are you doing in my house? Did you lose your private part? And were you told it was with me?” He asked, his voice filled with sarcasm.

The two young people looked at him with a hint of surprise.

“Lost our private part, wow, that's strange,” Frank commented, nodding his head.

Maverick didn't reply to him, he was so tired that he collapsed on the nearest chair he could see, and he covered his face with his palm.

“I didn't know that opening the curtain would wake you up, I was just trying to secure the perimeter, to make sure that there's no sight of danger,” Cindy said with an apologetic voice.

“It's fine, I am just tired,” Maverick sighed heavily, his voice sounding down.

“Oh baby, don't worry, I've prepared your favorite meal. It's in the kitchen, go and dish yourself,” Frank had a friendly smile.

“How did you know my favorite meal? I don't remember telling any of you, or did my mother –”

Before Maverick could complete his sentence, Cindy interrupted him.

“No, your family is not aware of your address. Officer Caleb told them you’re on his private island, chilling and flexing. He was also the one who taught us how to prepare your favorite meal,” She said, and Maverick nodded in understanding. He looked downcasted as if he was expecting something else.

“You should know they wouldn't believe that for long. Very soon, my mother will get suspicious, and she will start demanding to speak with me. Also, my so-called fiance might want to see me,” Maverick informed them, knowing his family's behavior.

“We are fully aware of that, that's why Officer Caleb sent us here today, to know more about your progress. Also, don't worry about your mother demanding a phone call, the senior officer told her that his Island has no network.” Frank explained, but that didn't put Maverick's heart at rest.

“Progress? It's not been a week since I started this mission, what type of progress are you expecting?” Maverick asked with raised eyebrows.

“Did you meet a sexy lady?” Cindy asked, with a playful voice, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. She was the only one there who wasn't aware of his sexuality, and he was tired of labeling it to everyone.

“I met a hottie, he's super sexy,” Maverick replied, as he remembered the way Ashley smiled at him.

Cindy looked surprised and she stopped drinking her cereal and placed the bowl on the side table.

“Really, did you have the chance to talk to him?” Frank asked, catching the hint.

“Oh yes, I did. He was so nice and gentle with me,” Maverick responded, he didn't want to tell them that the hottie he met was their prime suspect because he knew they'd call him a fool.

“What is his name? His name must sound like that of an angel,” Frank reasoned aloud.

“Yes, you're right. Unfortunately, I forgot to ask for his name,” He lied, and sighed sadly.

“Oops, that's bad,” Frank said with a grimace look on his face.

“Humm, Maverick, I had no idea that you're gay. Not to brag, but I am a faithful ally,” Cindy said with a smile on her face and Maverick smiled back at her.

“That's great. Also, I don't see the need to label my sexuality, I believe I have the right to fall in love with anyone of my choice. I mean we live in a free country after all,” he hummed softly.

Suddenly his phone rang, and he sluggishly reached out for it. He knew it couldn't be anyone other than the people from the bar because it was a new phone.

“Hello, who is this?” Maverick asked, his voice sounding dull and exhausted.

“Birdie, get your ass here this instance, you wouldn't believe who just phoned about his arrival, if you're lucky, you'll earn thousands today!” Ben squealed out in excitement, and Maverick became attentive.

“Who is coming, Ben?” He asked with raised brows.

“It's Mr. Lanky!” Ben replied with a loud voice, and Maverick's eyes widened in awe.

“Yes!” He screamed happily, and the tiredness he was feeling disappeared at the idea of seeing the two Mafia hotties. He had missed them greatly.