Cops won’t do shit. If they did, they would have done something about this already. Wouldn’t they?
I told myself I was done until my time came to take over. That I was going to stay out of that life until I had no other choice. It was the only way I’d be able to live my life the way I wanted to.
Now, I don’t think I can do that. I can’t ignore the things I know, the things that are happening.
If I have the power to help, in any way, I have to.
And if that means using my last name, and my connections, then so be it.
I can’t sit around and let another student die when I could have done something about it.
“It was nice while it lasted.” I sigh heavily, closing my eyes, knowing that I won’t be going home to sleep the weekend away.
I have work to do, and people to pay a visit.
It’s what we do. There really isn’t any escaping this life. Not when you’re born into it. And sure as hell not when you're the son of a mafia king.
Out of my suit, I’ve changed into something that won’t cause me to stand out.
Now, I’m in dark jeans and a black hoodie. My once slicked back hair is now messy.
Needing a moment to get my head on straight about what my plan is once I get inside, I close my eyes and I puff on a cigarette.
It’s a nasty habit, one I thought I kicked, but always seem to find my way back to when I’m stressed.
“Those things kill, you know?” A deep male voice sounds close to me, making my eyes shoot open.
“Yeah.” I blink as I watch a tall man with dark hair and a leather jacket light up one of his own. “But there’s a lot of things in life that can kill you faster.”
He takes a drag, raising a brow before blowing out a stream of smoke. “Yeah.” He nods slowly. “Sure is.”
No idea who this man is, don’t want to take the time to find out. Taking one last puff, I throw the butt onto the ground and stomp it out before nodding goodbye and heading inside.
Clubs like this, aren't my thing. It’s loud, reeks of alcohol and weed, and are far too crowded.
I’m less music, more… extracurricular activities of sorts.
But I left that behind when I moved here.
Can’t say I don’t miss it. But that requires trust, and I don’t trust anyone. Haven’t for a long while.
It’s so damn crowded in here, that I can hardly move. Forcing my way through the crowd, I make my way to the bar for a much needed drink.
The bartender gives me a look. “What can I get you?”
“A beer please. Don’t matter the kind.”
He raises a brow but does it anyway. I’m not here to get drunk, but I could use something to take the edge off. I’ve gotten used to my simple little life.
Leaning against the bar, I look around, taking everything in.
I have no idea what Rickie looks like, but I doubt he’s going to be hanging out here. No. He’s most likely in the back, or a VIP area of sorts.
“Look who we have here.” The guy from outside chuckles in my ear. My body stiffens, everything going on high alert. “A sexy little thing like you shouldn’t be in a place like this all alone.”
I can smell the smoke on his breath, but it’s mixed with a hint of peppermint my cock seems to like.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to get ahold of myself. Time’s like this, I wish I was on suppressants.
