Chapter 3

ASA

" What the fuck did you do that for?" Coen asks as he glares at me.

" Do what?"

" She was obviously eavesdropping on our conversation. Fucking cunt." Coen hisses.

   I huff. The waitress walks to our booth as she drops the bottle water on the table.

" So can I get your number now?" Coen asks the waitress.

" I'm not interested." She says through clench teeth. I roll my eyes and uncap my bottle water as I drink. The waitress leaves.

" You don't have to announce to the world you're a fucking man whore each time we go out." I tell Coen.

" What the fuck does that mean?" 

" It means you can't keep your dick in your pants."

" And this is coming from a guy who won't stop crawling back to Zoey's bed." 

    I glare at him. If he's not my best friend, i should be slamming his head on the table. Damn motherfucker.

" I hate you sometimes." I mutter and he chuckles but then he stops laughing. 

" What the fuck?" He mutters as he looks at his wrist. 

" My fucking wrist watch." He exclaims as he bites his bottom lip.

" What happened to your fucking wrist watch?"

" That fucking bitch stole my goddamn Rolex. That cost me two thousand grand."

     I chuckle when I realize what he's talking about. She stole his wrist watch? How the fuck did she do that?

" Damn, she's good."

" Fucking thief." He hisses in anger. " That was one of my favorite wrist watches for fuck's sake."

   The bell on the door rings and who we've been expecting walks in. Diego sits next to Coen.

" Why were you late?" I ask him.

" I got something to handle, man. I'm fucking sorry."

" What's up with Aden? I need information."

" I talked to him and he isn't saying anything useful."

" That douche is behind his fucking paycheck for fuck's sake." I yell. 

   Jen and the fucking douche who's been reading a newspaper since like forever turns to look at me. I shoot them a death glare, they turn away at once.

" He's got something that is ours. We gave him the damn drugs and he's not paying up." I whisper.

" What are you planning?" Diego asks.

" I'm paying him a visit."

****

     I light a cigarette as I stare at the Mercedes in front of my car. Coen turns on the radio to lighten up the mood.

" What do you wanna do to him?" Coen asks as he inhales his cigarette.

    I don't reply him. I watch Aden as his slut rides his boner. She moans rather too loudly and I'm irritated. 

" What the fuck? I'd trade places with him for that." Coen says. 

" I wanna believe you're high as fuck right now, Coen." I open the compartment in my car and pull out my gun. 

" Stay in and shut the fuck up." I tell Coen and get out of my car. 

   Their moans and grunts are louder than I thought.  I go over to his car and knock on the driver's side car window. At first he doesn't hear it and i knock louder. He stops fucking his slut as he turns to look at me from inside his car. The barrel of my gun points directly at him and I notice he jolts in fear. His slut already hopped out of his lap.

   I motion for him to wind his window down with my gun and he did.

" You're interrupting my fun time , Asa."

" Tell your slut to get the fuck out." I tell him. He knows I'm angry and any slight awful remark, i'm gonna flip and shoot his fucking ass. 

" Why the fuck should I do that?" I unlock his door from inside and drag him out of his car. 

    He quickly drags his pants up to cover his shameful self. I grab his hair and slam it against the hood of his car. He groans in pain. His slut whimpers in fear.

" Get the fuck out of here you fucking bitch!" I yell at her. She rushes out of the car and runs away.

" Why are you doing this, Asa? If it's about the money I'm gonna give you alright. Look I distributed the drugs and they're yet to pay me."

" And that's like three fucking weeks ago, Aden." I push his head into the hood and he grunts.

   He tries to reach for his gun. " I won't do that if I were you." I pull out his gun from his pants and pull him back to me as I punch him on the face. 

" Cocksucker." 

    He grunts in pain as i ram fist against his cheek continuously. He falls to the ground as he spits out blood. I see Coen smiles at me through the dim light of my car.

" Fuck Asa I'm sorry. I'm gonna pay your money, i promise you alright?" He spits more blood. 

" I know that man. You're gonna give me your shitty car keys."

    He sits up in pain. " You can't do this to me. We've been friends, man."

" Fuck that shit, we're not friends. We sell you drugs, you sell your shit out and give us our share. It's been three fucking weeks and you've been acting shitty, so you're going broke. Give me your damn keys."

   He hesitates.

" Give me your fucking keys!" I yell at him. He whimpers and gives me his key.

    I take it from him and kick my feet against his stomach. He coughs in pain.

" Consider that a favor. Nicholas would kill you if he was here. I showed you mercy, say thank you." I glare at his battered body and enter his car. I step on the gas and drive into the road, Coen follows suit. 

.....

    I walk inside my family mansion and ignore the greetings. I climb upstairs to Nicholas's room.

"...Fuck out here bitch." I hear Nicholas yells.

      A brunette with messy hair walks out of Nicholas's bedroom. She's offended and mad. She turns to look at me with her soul shattering glare as she walks down the hallway. Another of his sluts. 

   I gently knock on his bedroom door and push it open. My twin brother stands shirtless opposite the floor to ceiling glass as he stares at the backyard swimming pool. I stand next to him. 

" What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts.

   One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right. 

" She's just a slut and whatever thing I do to her is none of your damn business." He huffs.

" Yeah, fuck you very much." I growl at him. He sighs. He's in a huge mess and i can tell. 

" I sort out Aden and took his car."

" Why didn't you fucking kill him?" Nicholas asks. " I said sort him out and not take his damn car."

" Maybe you should start handling your business yourself and suck my dick." He's an asshole when he's in a huge mess like he's right now. 

   I glare at him and turn to leave.

" I lost the family's heirloom." Nicholas says at once as i stop on my track. 

   Lost? The diamond ring that I've known all my life? Every single Godfather of this crime family wore that. And since Nicholas is in charge of the mob, my father gave it to him. That cost a fortune and expensive as shit. 

" What the fuck do you mean?" I ask and walk back to him. 

" Someone stole it the day I visited the club. A pickpocket."

    Shit! My mind flash to the girl at the Cafe who stole Coen's wrist watch. 

" Fucking cunt!" I mutter.

" How can we find this pickpocket?"

" It's a girl."

" A fucking girl stole from me?" He yells. Yeah right, a fucking girl stole from you, dickwad. 

" I'll find her."