“This is is not what we agreed on!” Cohen stated angrily as he slammed the small brown envelope on the table. It was a gambling booth, were the guys in the street usually gathered and gambled, smoked, fought, or made out with girls. Most times, whenever teenagers take to the streets, the next place they go to is the gambling booth where they hung out with older guys who would take them under their wings. From there they become part of a gang. At the same time, there were others who were independent like Cohen, and weren't under the tutelage of some other thing who felt like king. He had a lot of friends at the bard and booths, similarly, there were ones he wasn't really close to. Cohen was also very familiar among the ladies becaurhe was very good looking. Although he was someone one would call a street guy, but he never usually hung out at the gambling booth except he was there for some deals which of course had to do with money. Just like most street guys were, Cohen was also very
Soon enough, Cohen had managed to fight off all of them. The ones who had suffered minor injuries dragged away their unconscious friends into their truck, wondering what kind of man Cohen was, that he was able to fight off all of them. Cohen groaned in pain as he held on to a side of his stomach. He had also suffered blows and was even glazed in the stomach swkth a pocket knife. He took off his cloth and used it to stop his bleeding stomach. He scolded himself for having gotten into a fight for something that wasn't any of his business in the first place. “What the hell came over me? Shit! I don't have to keep doing this.”While Cohen was tending to his wounds, he heard soft groans beside the car, remembering that was the poor man he fought for. He held back the pain he was feeling and went to check on the Mr Actona, who has been seriously beaten. Cohen went into the car and try to start it, bit it didn't budge. He opened the bonnet to check out what was wrong with the car, and in a
The perfect company as Damien had called it had a name, it was called Terrence and sons processing, it had been passed down from Tyson’s father to him and he will pass it down to Terry.Even though his son, Terry, was a handful, the silly bloke actually told him that he wasn’t interested in their company, said he didn’t like what they did or whatever.Tyson seethed thinking about it as he saw Terry laughing with his other colleagues holding a coffee in his hand, Tyson didn’t care whether it was lunch break, Terry got on his nerves a lot, it didn’t matter if he were his son.The kid seemed to believe that everything he wanted would be handed to him, just because he was nice enough to ask, Tyson smirked mockingly as he looked at his son.His own father had raised him with the mentality that, whatever you wanted, you took, you did not ask for permission, you did not beg, you take.This was the same mentality he passed to his son, but Terry being the oddball that he was refused his teachin
Simply put, you're a pathetic gold miner!Like the poor misfortune that you are, I'm sure the only reason you're here is for the money.You think getting Terry attention by making his niece fall in love with you, shameless penniless girl?Terry will regret hiring such an arrogant, idiotic fool for her.Terry has me right now, so you better give up. You and other church mice don't belong in his life.As she combed her hands through her wet hair, Jessica sighed. As Ann's words came back to her, pouring over her and giving her chills like a truck load of ice, her heart was tightening in her chest.Unfortunately, Ann had a point. She was actually very poor, especially now that she was unemployed. Well, aside from the one she was performing inside the home. Additionally, she struggled to accept that it was a job. She didn't consider it to be a job even though the pay was good.She wouldn't be in this predicament if not for Flinn. Her hatred for him seemed to grow exponentially, outpacing th
With her rear, Jessica shut the refrigerator door. While holding a bottle of water, she was absorbed in her phone in the other. Before she forgot, she needed to address a lot of notifications.Her I*******m feed was constantly updated with fresh content from her friends from high school and college, all of whom appeared to be having the time of their lives. Her free trial of Spotify was about to expire. She opened the LinkedIn app to delete the new notifications, assuming they were about the usual seminars she was frequently reminded about.Not at all.Instead, it was a job offer from OJ publishers, which she confirmed by squinting her eyes. Aha. Of course, as soon as she is fired, the competition overwhelms her.The terms of the offer weren't as enticing as what she received from working for Terry , but they were still better than her previous place of employment. She would be incredibly appreciative of the offer if she were unemployed.In any case, she wouldn't have a job in a few mo
In the office, Eleanor awaited Rex's arrival. Dennis complimented her on how attractive she was. A small strap in her hand was holding up a short ready-to-wear dress as she was putting it on. She had a stylish yet casual makeup look. She had her hair up in a ponytail as usual. Yes, she ultimately decided to go with that hairstyle after much thought. She repeatedly checked the time, but Rex was not in the vicinity of the office. She had to take money out of her pocket to buy a dress, and it had taken her so long to get ready, that it would hurt if she had to go home and miss the party.As soon as she caught a whiff of his sandalwood cologne, she stopped her racing thoughts. Everyone was familiar with the odor. It was to be assumed that he was close by whenever it was felt. He did indeed appear. Rex appeared the same as he always did. The broad shirt, tall stature, and gelled-up back hair. a shirt with the buttons halfway up and an expensive blazer. Anyone could tell from his excellent w
It was Donald's fifth time babysitting. It was not some ordinary kids he was to take care of, but his nephews, more or less the worst kind of creatures he had ever set his on. One of the 1000 ways to die, if you asked him. He tiredly held the book in his hand, and read its contents out loud to the kids who had threatened him to. Funnily enough, they weren't concentrating, but made him do it anyway.Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes and he'd be off the misery.”What are you waiting for, go on” the youngest nudged him without even looking up from his box of crayons.”Sure, sure,” Donald responded tiredly and continued,“As if tapped awake by an invisible finger, Royian blinks his eyes open, springing quickly up into a seated position. He fingers the dagger hidden away under his pillow and rests his hazel eyes on the door, argus-eyed. His ears perk up at the faint sound of approaching footsteps—the louder it gets, the longer he holds his breath. The rattling sound of keys against the door
Aria woke up to Damien stroking her hair.She looked up at him with her eyes still heavy from sleep, she was confused and happy at the same time.She was confused because Damien never woke up this late and she was sure that it wasn’t a weekend.It was Thursday, so why was he still here next to her, stroking her hair softly and smiling at her like he had all the time in the world?But she was happy that he was here, that he was near her, holding her like he would never let her go, she almost didn’t even want to ask him why he stayed at home and missed work, but part of her knew that she had to.She was going to let curiosity get the better of her.“Are you done ogling me” Damien asked her, still smiling, his voice playful.“Not yet” Aria smiled back “I haven’t had my fill yet” “In that case, I am all yours to ogle, though I could think of something else I rather be doing” Damien allowed his eyes to trail around Aria’s body suggestively.“Oh really” Aria giggled mischievously, as he dr