Alvin drove into his father's banana penthouse. He came out of the car with a grunt and watched as the security men ran over to greet him. “Good day, young boss,” one of the guards said. Alvin recognised him as one of the many men his father had picked up from the streets and made them work for him. “Good day,” muttered Alvin, even though he wasn't really in the mood. “We've been—” another guard started to say before Alvin cut him off: “Does my father have any visitors?“ The guard looked hurt by the interruption; but he replied anyway. “He's with some of his boys.“ Alvin gritted his teeth when he heard the guard and matched into the penthouse. It was one of Mr Miller's thousand properties. Alvin remembered that his father wasn't very rich when he was five but suddenly bloomed into a real estate tycoon after he turned ten. This particular penthouse was bought a year ago. Alvin sighed as he remembered that he almost fainted when he learnt that the penthouse was bought for eighty
Alvin couldn't feel himself. He was looking at his father with a shocked look on his face. Disbelief clouded his features; and his fists were tightened on top of his lap. “W-what does marrying Amanda have to do with this?“ “Don't ask unnecessary questions. We both know that you won't be able to live a good life…” Mr Muller said. “…with another woman,” he added as an afterthought. Alvin suddenly hit his fists on the chair and stood up to attack his father in anger but the scar-faced guy blocked me. “What do you want to do? Fight me?“ Mr Miller asked, his voice sounding amused. “I'll do more than fighting you, old man! I'll kill you here and now!“ “Watch your words, boy!“ Mr Miller exclaimed, standing up too. Alvin noticed for the first time that his eyes were red; he had probably been doing drugs before he came. “You even told her what mother said. Why in the fucking world did you do that?“ Alvin yelled, trying really hard to stop his tears. “It's not my fault that I was born
Alvin pulled up in the driveway of the club, turning his car key on the ignition. He turned off the music playing in the car radio. Moving his hands over his hair, he tapped on the steering wheel. Alvin had no idea why he felt uneasy about this place, maybe it's because the place is in North Hollywood; one of the most dangerous and insane parts of Los Angeles. “I wonder if Daniel is already in there,” he muttered to himself. Suddenly, he heard a tap on his window. Alvin's heart flew into his head at that instant. He wasn't expecting anybody. Who could that be? He was starting to regret his reason for coming here with a Mc Laren. This car might never be considered as “flashy” in the part of Los Angeles where he stayed, but this isn't that part of Los Angeles—this is North Hollywood! The tap came again, this time more loud and intense. Alvin calmed himself and squinted his eyes to see the person outside his car. It wasn't very clear, since it was night. And Alvin also knew tha
It was a cool night. The breeze from the ocean swept all of its surroundings and island with a satisfying amount of cold. In a dark and small building in California, there were two dozens of hefty and well-builded men. Some others were outside, guiding the surroundings and making sure it's not attacked or rampaged. They were seven particular men in a wide room, one that smelt of drugs and liquor. They were plastic chairs scattered about in different directions—some looking like they hadn't been washed in months. The room had the vibe of a cemetery—quiet and void of life even though they were seven living beings in it. The windows were open, but it was still very hard to breathe. The seven men all had serious and stern expressions on their faces. Nobody was saying anything. Three of them were sniffing a small pack of cocaine with eyes as red as blood. Three others were taking long draws of Jamaica-made marijuana. There was something everybody in the room had in common, and that
Nora's hands were placed on her jaw and she seemed to be far away from the world. It was early morning, 2a.m. to be exact. She had arranged all her sales records for the day and was only waiting for her fellow bartender, Lily, to take over the shift from her. The club wasn't nearly as filled as it was yesterday. It was empty now that it was a Sunday morning. There were still some regular customers chugging on alcoholic drinks with girls sitting on their laps at the far end of some tables. A low music was playing in the background, and fluorescent bulbs of different colours cascaded on the walls of the club. Nessa was very tired, and she was forcing herself not to match up to manager Thompson's office and report Lily to him; she has been coming more and more lately these days. Nora's eyes were heavy, her fingers shaking. She was surely going to pass-out if she had to wait in this club for ten more minutes. Despite everything that was happening to Nora at that moment, she couldn't
It was a new day. The streets of Los Angeles were swarming with people who were either driving or walking to their destinations. The sun was quite intense—since it was “sunday”. And it was definitely not the type of day to be indoors. But things were different for Alvin; he held a bored expression on his face as he looked at the swimming pool before him. He was lying back at the pool bench in front of his permanent residence—not sure if that was the best way to wade away time. Alvin's face was free from a mask, and that was the only thing he was enjoying at that moment. He was shirtless, even though he hadn't got in the pool yet. But he wasn't only shirtless, he was also restless. No matter how hard he had tried, he couldn't get his mind off the girl who he had met twice now. He hadn't thought too much about her the first time they met in the fueling station. But now, he saw her face everywhere he looked. “I'm crazily obsessed with her,” he muttered to himself, smiling for the
Raven Waxson stepped out of his black Mercedes car. It was Sunday, and the sun was more intense since it was afternoon. He was outside a very popular and large hotel in San Francisco. Raven let the cigar on his lips fall to the ground and he squeezed it with his leg. “This is how I'm gonna squeeze him,” he muttered to himself. He was wearing a long black robe with a thick hood. His face tattoo shone wickedly as he looked at the building before him. Raven turned back to his car and ordered the driver to go wait for him. Then, he patted the knife in the pocket of his boxers and walked towards the gate of the hotel. Two security men were standing there. They both looked alike with their saggy moustache, blue and black uniforms and a chubby short body. One had a short colt 1191 gun tucked to his side and the other had a weapon-scanning device. Raven walked up to them with a frown on his face. He was about to barge past them when the one with the weapon pushed him back. “Kindly sh
Nora was lying down on her bed. Her hair was scattered on the sheets and her eyes were heavy from tears. It was 3p.m. in the afternoon, and yet she hasn't climbed out of the bed since she woke up that morning. Her heart was heavy, she was angry and depressed. Diving that man had probably been the worst decision she had made in her life. Not only had she lost her job, she has also lost the chance of getting the money she needed for flying out of the country to a place no one would find her. She picked her phone on the bed, then she opened it and went to her gallery. Tears of pain filled her eyes as she opened the picture of her father. He was smiling, his dimples shone in his face where he had the tattoo of a small scorpion; he also had green innocent eyes—just like hers. Nora cried as she looked at the picture and thought of him. If only her father had been innocent like his eyes, maybe he would still be alive today. There was a sudden knock on the door. Nora knew it was Cath