Four- Roman

Loosening the hold I have on the guy's neck I let his body drop to the ground and I stare down at Elena. She looks almost as upset and hurt as the last time I saw her and damn for some reason that stings. I offer her my hand which she slaps to the side and stumbles trying to get up, when she finally finds her footing she looks up at me teary-eyed, “you just have amazing fucking time Russo” she scoffs. “A thank you would suffice, "I tell her while eyeing the bruise blossoming on the nape of her neck and then the guy, I should've taken my time.

Following where my eyes went “Overkill much?” she asks “Pun fucking intended” she mumbles.  “I suggest you say goodbye to your friend, your brother is on the way to pick you up,” I say, turning around. “You did not call him you fucking idiot,” she says running up behind me. I turn around arching a brow and ask, “Would you rather I did nothing, your brother would never forgive me if I let his baby sister wander off with a guy she barely knows”. I say knowing damn well I couldn't care less about if Cas forgives me or not.

   Casper De Santo, Elenas older brother. We've been friends for the last 10 years and I've actually grown quite fond of him. The term fond meaning I don't have the urge to kill him every time he opens his mouth. Which is rare considering it's been that way for me for the last 15 years. After my mothers left I became cold, her absence formed ice over my heart and soul which froze over to become rock, impenetrable rock. I distance myself from everyone and everything, none expects anything from me sure as hell not love, because I don't have any to give. Of course, there are always women who come thinking they are ‘the one’ and can change me and just like Elena they find out shortly they are not and none is, every hookup or situation I've had with women has been strictly for release I don't form bonds with people and have little care to, everything I do is for me and me only. So you can imagine how it went when my best friend's little fucking sister developed an obsession with me, I tried to give her a chance to back down with my warning glances and subtle hints for her to go the fuck away but she wouldn't take them and nothing got her to leave me alone but that night. I remember it and based on the way she's looking at me she remembers it too.

    I finally snap back into reality and based on the number of obscenities I hear flying out of her mouth she is not happy about it. “ You rich spoiled  motherfucker, how dare you, this has nothing to do with you or my brother. I am grown and will do whatever the hell I want"When she tries to push past me but I simply step to the left blocking her exit. She then tries the right and I block that exit too. “Get the hell out of my way” she yells in my face. “ Not until your brother arrives'' I say in complete disregard to the way she just yelled at me. She's lucky I don't feel like taking another life tonight because I wouldn't let anyone speak to me like that and I don't have.

     Heir to the throne I am the most powerful man in the city. We own hundreds of buildings and establishments and pose as a simple company when it runs way deeper than that. My father and his father built up the business, they accumulated billions partnering up with Danill Volkov Chicago's capo and they allow him to use our building to sell drugs and launder money through which we make 50%. 

    Being the heir to the throne I've been trained mentally and physically since birth. Me being male my parents had no need for other children, they had the heir and that's all they needed. My father molded me into the man I am today, with his lessons on finances and smart business moves. While my friends were learning about the difference between “their” and “there” I was learning how to empty a clip. Before the age of 13 I learned 15 ways to take a man's life. My father has always treated me as more a business associate than a son and my mother always resented him for that. This put a serious strain on their relationship, he put work before everything and my mom deciding this was too much she said she needed a break, one she never came back from.

    Pulling me from my thoughts Elena rises to her tippy toes which doesn't get her to as far as she was hoping, barely coming to my collarbone. I bend further till I can feel her breath kissing my lips and my pants suddenly feel 2 sizes too small with the bulging ache in front of them. “I can either drag you out of here or you can leave on your own'' I bend down so close I can taste the liquor she's had and feel her breath stutter when I say, “Don't put it above me, it wouldn't be the first time I embarrassed you would it,” i ask hoping that will finally make her shut up so I can get on with my day. Her eyes slightly widen when she realizes what I was implying and a glimpse of the broken girl I witnessed that night shows through. 

She quickly masks her expression and smiles up at me, a cool indifferent practiced expression, “of course” she says “Forget you ever saw me, shouldn't be too hard” she says before walking past me toward the parking lot. The ache in my pants is gone, replaced with a stinging feeling in my heart. Damn, I should get that checked out.