THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

Theresa was lost in her world of thoughts that she didn’t hear Alfred calling her name.

“Theresa.” Alfred tapped her shoulder gently.

“Yes?” Theresa responded quickly, taking a quick glance around her.

She let out a sigh when she realised that they were still in the orphanage.

“You okay?” Alfred narrowed his eyes at her, and she turned her gaze to look at him.

The boy was also gazing at her. By now, he has already finished eating his apples.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Theresa nodded twice, forcing a smile.

“It’s time to leave.” He glanced at his gold wristwatch, then he rose to his feet.

Theresa also stood up from the grass, and she dusted her uniform.

“Bye Reverend Alfred. Bye aunt Theresa.” The boy waved at the both of them with a smile on his face.

“Bye Fred.” Alfred and Theresa also waved at him, then they walked away.

Every kid in the orphanage gathered around with their nanny. They all had wide smiles on their faces.

Alfred and Theresa stood in front of them

“Thanks for the donations Reverend Alfred. May God continue to bless you!” They all said at once, and they bowed their heads respectfully.

“May God also bless you all.” Alfred replied with a smile.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Goodbye Reverend Alfred!” The kids screamed excitedly as they waved their hands at Alfred and Theresa.

The latter also waved their hands, then they turned around to leave.

Alfred and Theresa walked out of the orphanage with Alfred’s men following them from behind.

Two of Alfred’s men rushed to opened the backseat doors of a white Rolls Royce for both Alfred and Theresa.

Alfred and Theresa entered inside the white vehicle, and the two men shut the doors.

A man got behind the wheels and he blared the engines to life. Slamming on the acceleration pedlar, he drove out of the location.

The rest of Alfred’s men also rushed inside the black Jeeps and they raced behind the Rolls Royce.

“How many minutes drive is it from here to the empire?” Alfred asked the driver.

The driver consulted his wristwatch, and he replied. “It’s an hour drive, boss.”

Alfred sighed, and he removed the fake moustache and eye glasses.

He dipped his hand inside his robe’s pocket and he fetched out his phone, then he started browsing the internet.

News of how he donated billions of dollars to several orphanages were already all over the internet.

A smile broke out of Alfred’s lips as he scrolled through the comment section, reading them one after the other:

*REVEREND ALFRED IS TRULY GOD SENT.*

*REVEREND ALFRED IS A TRUE MAN OF GOD.*

“HIS KINDNESS AND DEVOTION IS RARE TO FIND THESE DAYS.*

*IF HE WAS THE PRESIDENT OF OUR COUNTRY, OUR COUNTRY WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER THAN THIS.*

*MAY GOD ALWAYS BLESS HIM.*

Alfred was tired of reading the comments so he turned off his phone, and tucked it back inside his pocket.

That was exactly what Alfred wanted. To create a good impression about him so that nobody would ever suspected of being a crime lord.

Alfred’s throat was dry, and he wished he brought his box of expensive cigarette along with him.

Theresa glanced at him for a few seconds before staring outside the car window.

“What if the man sitting beside you is your Freddy?” Her subconscious mind asked.

“He can never be my Freddy. My Freddy is as gentle as a dove and would never hurt a fly talk less of being a Mafia boss.” Theresa replied without moving her lips.

“I’m just saying. What if he turns out to be your Freddy? Will you still go ahead with your mission and put him behind bars?”

Tge question hut Theresa very hard, and she started thinking about it.

‘Will I expose his secret and put him behind bars if he turns out to be my Freddy?’ She asked herself, and she sighed softly.

‘I don’t know.’ She concluded in her mind.

Her phone started ringing loudly and she brought it out to check the caller’s ID. She ignored the call when she saw it was Brad calling.

The phone rang again, and Alfred turned his gaze to her.

“That call seems like an important one. Aren’t you gonna answer it?” He asked, raising a questioning brow at her.

“No,” she shook her head negatively, “the call isn’t an important call. It’s just a guy I exchanged contact with a month ago. He has been disturbing me with calls.”

“Then block his number if you don’t want to answer his calls.” Alfred said, and Theresa shook her head in disagreement.

“Blocking his number would be rude, and I hate being rude to people.” She replied with a nervous sm

Alfred stared at her for a while.

“Alright.” Alfred said, then he took his gaze off her.

‘That was a close one.’ Theresa said to herself, heaving a relieved breath.

Her phone chimed, and she checked it. It was a message from Brad.

She secretly glanced at Alfred to be sure he was not looking at her direction.

She opened the message when he saw him staring outside the window.

BRAD: WHY AREN’T YOU PICKING MY CALLS THERESA?

Theresa quickly typed a reply after reading the message.

THERESA: I AM KINDA BUSY RIGHT NOW. IS THERE SOMETHING IMPORTANT YOU WANNA DISCUSS WITH ME?

Brad replied almost immediately after Theresa sent her own reply.

BRAD: WANTED TO ASK ABOUT YOUR MISSION. ANY LEADS OR EVIDENCE?

Theresa contemplated in her mind whether to tell him that she found out about Alfred’s secret.

‘Should I tell him that Alfred is a crime lord?’ She thought to herself.

“Don’t tell him anything yet. Wait until you find out if Alfred is your Freddy or not.” Her subconscious said.

“That sounds reasonable” She said inwardly, then she typed a reply.

THERESA: I HAVEN’T FOUND ANYTHING YET. REVEREND ALFRED IS STILL INNOCENT.

BRAD: SO, WHEN WILL YOU BE DONE WITH YOUR MISSION?

THERESA: I DON’T KNOW YET. UNTIL I AM HUNDRED PERCENT SURE THAT REVEREND ALFRED ISN’T WHO I THINK HE IS.

BRAD: ALRIGHT. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

THERESA: AND YOU TOO.

Theresa let out a soft sigh after replying Brad’s message, then she switched off her phone.

She really felt bad for lying to her colleague, Brad, because they never keep anything a secret from each other.

But Theresa just did, and she felt bad for it.

“Am I doing the right thing?” She asked herself.