CHAPTER 1: ONE NIGHT'S MISTAKE

CHAPTER 1: ONE NIGHT'S MISTAKE

The music is banging through the four corners of the room, making the people go wild even more. They danced with every beat, jump with every kick of adrenaline as the alcohol and drugs are slowly reacting in their system. Everyone is getting drunk and intoxicated. Most of them are already making out, some of them are still trying to seduce someone to get their attention.

While Israel, who went into the club after his mother’s funeral, was there sitting on one of the high stool chair while the bartender’s filling up his glass. He’s feeling a little tipsy yet he still continues drinking his martini.

He just turned eighteen and it was his first ever alcohol he first tasted. And his first tipsy moment. And the first ever fucking bar he entered. 

Israel is a young entrepreneur who just started running his family’s business after both of his parents died. He had no choice. It was his father’s sweat and tears for starting the business his family has. And it was the only thing that made him buy whatever he wants and his needs.

Even at a young age, he already lost a father that was supposed to teach him on how to be a man.

Or on how to fix a bike, and how to fight back with his enemies during his grade school. But at a young age, he taught all of it by himself in order to help and protect his late mother.

Life is so cruel at him that he had to stand on his own after he turned a legal age.

“Boss—”

“No, go away.” Israel immediately answers on one of his men. One of his hand is holding the martini in which he playfully turning it sideways, staring at its transparent liquid moving.

“Just don’t drink too much, boss.”

“I said go away!”

The bartender, who was just about to pour him another set of glass of martini, was stunned by how this huge build man behind this young boy treat him. By looking at Israel, he has this lean body that a normal eighteen-year old boy couldn’t achieve. Well, most men work out for their body at an adult age.

While for Israel’s case, he has this baby face that everyone would think that he’s still a boy. That’s what the security guard from the entrance says, though. 

And by the looks of the bartender, he never thought that this young boy would become a thug looking man's boss.

“Uhm, Boss?”  The huge build man came over again. This time, he’s holding a phone with someone’s name flashed on the screen.

It was the CEO of Gambino Group of Company, one of their company’s huge investor.

“Liam of Gambino is looking for you. He says that you need to come at the office for immediate meeting about the finance rate of the company. You have to come or else their investments will be pulled out.”

As if Israel didn’t hear a bad news from Ben, he pulled out his wallet and threw a bunch of bills on the counter and left. He did not bother to drink any more martini even if he wished he should be wasted for tonight.

Because it was his birthday last week, and he hadn't tried alcohol in his last eighteen years of living.

'Well I wish I wasn't even alive in those eighteen years', Israel said inside his head.

He's walking past the bouncers who's calmly looking out for people in case a riot happens. He went straight to his car -- his red Rolls Royce. He was about to open its door and drive away from his men when a group of drunk men came near him.

They're five men and one of them is holding an empty bottle of whiskey, stumbling to walk towards the young Israel.

"Hey!" The drunk man holding an empty bottle yell. "Nice car there, young boy... Where did you steal it?"

His colleagues burst into laughter as the young boy started to back away.

"Answer, young man!"

Israel sneered as the drunk man tried to hold him and his Rolls Royce. When he heard a metal clanking with the glass bottle, he immediately glares at the drunk man holding the empty bottle who just dropped it on his car.

He clenched his jaw and without thinking twice, he swings his arms and his closed fist and punched the man on his face.

His face literally dropped on the floor and everyone -- his colleagues -- were astonished by what they just witnessed.

"Fuck off!" Israel raised his arms and put two of his fingers in his mouth, and heaved a deep breath before releasing it, which caused it to make whistle sound.

His men immediately come out from the bar. There are fifteen huge body buildered men lined up around Israel's car.

"Boss."

"Clean up this mess." Israel gets inside his Rolls Royce and started the engine. He immediately drove away.

He went into another bar to ease up his mind. It wasn't that late, it's only ten in the evening and everybody is busy wasting their life in alcoholic beverages. 

As he parked his car, he noticed the small scratch caused by the drunk man earlier. He sniffed his nose and went inside the bar for his another batch of alcohol drinks. 

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It was a busy night. Israel drowned himself with alcohol.

He met strangers that soon became his friends in just one night. He danced with random women who's as drunk as he is. He didn't mind the thought of stopping even if his vision is getting blurry and wavy.

Gulp after gulp. He even kissed some women who finds him attractive yet they're older than him.

"Drink up, man!" A man he just met cheered as he slowly drinks in one glup the huge glass of beer. Feeling dizzy and been hit up with the alcohol, he chugged it down to his throat.

After finishing the drink, he passed out on the floor.

It was already three in the morning when most of the people finally decided to go home. While Israel hasn't opened up his eyes after that one big gulp of beer.

"Hey?" A young girl who works part time in the bar wakes up Israel who was sleeping soundly on the floor. She's holding a tall broom in which she uses to clean the whole area.

"Sir? We're closing in an hour." She tries to wake him up again. After several tries, she finally gave up and decided to clean in a different area.

Slowly, Israel's eyes opened and started to scan the whole place. He realized that he was the only one left. And a girl sweeping the floor near him.

He stood up and grabbed the girl's hips. She shrieked in surprise while Israel slip down into the floor with her.

Israel was mesmerized by the girl's beautiful pair of eyes. Without thinking twice, he kissed the girl in which she responded back.

"Hmm..." The girl started to groan while Israel is traveling his hand on the girl's body.

He had no control. As of the moment, he still hasn't cured by the alcohol kicking inside his system.

He had no clue on what he's been doing. The girl, on the other hand, didn't had the courage to stop, too, as she thought that this boy right here is hot as fuck.

They make out as if they knew each other. Israel removed the girl's clothes as his genital started to get hard. They both got naked lying on the cold cemented floor. 

Even if it feels rough on Israel's back because of the dusts and tiny stones that came out from the people's shoes, he didn't think of it for this moment.

And they both did it, inside a club full of trashes, on the floor, and as a stranger.