The Forbidden Daffodil

New York City, United States

“Roses are red, sky is blue;

Let me tell you, what a shit are you.”

“How are you man? Hope you are enjoying your time seamlessly.”

A phone call made at a very late hour of the night put everyone on high alert. Every single person in the mansion got their asses on fire. Security was doubled at every corner of the property making it look like a customised high security zone. A man pacing inside the main hall stopped on his track when he heard footsteps behind him.

“He would be coming down at that point of time.” The statement looked normal but only he knew what sort of hidden threat was buried inside that.

“Call our men to be ready at their respective positions. No mistake can be reimbursed.” A man in his late thirties ordered his subordinates while pressing some button forcefully on his phone. No other sources were reachable at that time. Out of ten zero back up responses he had gathered. If the situation went on like that no way he would be able to face the upcoming storm.

“Why are you thinking about the attack in the first place? He might be just visiting as usual.” Anthony tried to remove some sort of pessimistic ideas from his leader’s head.

“He is not visiting us like this only. He had his warning tone clearly depicted in the last call. And if I am not wrong, this time….” He couldn’t finish his words as the rest of those untold words were never supposed to be released to anybody. Not even his subordinates until he was getting a complete upper hand in such matters.

Anthony didn’t utter much as he found his leader suppressing his last couple of words making it clearly an ambiguous matter.

“If we are clear, we don’t need to worry.” Anthony’s one single word made the other man’s entire situation worse than the real scenario.

“Clear.” That’s where he might lack at this time. Pacing like a maniac in his hall he decided to move inside the security room to check the final arrangements.

12 o’clock Midnight

The clock hit the number 12 making a resonating sound throughout the surroundings. Heavy footsteps started appearing through the corridor. All the security cameras pointing towards the entrance showed a massive range of armed people in black suits.

“They are here to discuss.” The main guard informed the person residing inside.

“Send them in.” A voice was heard and the door opened.

A man in his thirties entered inside the hall. Two armed guards led him to the main meeting room where the matter was decided to be settled rather than the meeting supposed to be happening. Entering the room his guards positioned themselves when he took his seat.

“Where is your great leader?” His mocking tone didn’t seem funny but more threatening in such an ambience.

“He will be joining soon.” Anthony spoke sitting on the opposite expecting his leader to arrive in no time.

“I don’t think your leader would come out of his hole. I am sure he has left you all to rot in hell.” His clenched jaw and rage filled eyes sent uniform shivers through everyone’s body who were present at that situation.

“But sir, he said that he would…….” Before Anthony could finish the man replied again, cutting him in between his words.

“He just said Anthony. There is a big difference between saying and doing.” As he finished his words a loud gun shot was heard immediately.

A body fell on the ground while he remained calmly seated in his position. But the man named Anthony who was notifying about his leader’s arrival gasped immediately hearing the sound.

“Don’t worry Anthony, we have just started. Hope we will finish soon.” Saying so he pushed the chair to stand up and walked away from the room.