William never screwed up and somehow he managed to screw it.Just this one time.The red margin in his bank account glared at him so bad, he wanted to make it cry but he was the one who wanted to cry. How the hell was he going to pay the dealer his money after the thousands of powder he bought the past week?Fuck! What if he borrowed some money from Sam but she would grow too nosy in his business. And then there was the fucking white envelope that was mailed to him first thing this morning. In it contained incriminating evidence of his drug dealing and it made him pissed. Who the fuck was the person that thought they could scare him like this?How much did they want?Fuck, he can’t be broke. Just how much did he spend?“Mother, I need your help.” He decided his mother was the only other weak link he could go to. She was busy taking care of the plants in the garden.“Yes, my love. What do you need?”“I am a bit short on cash and I promised to donate money to the missionaries going to
"I'll pay you," William repeated for the uptenth time. The dealer remained a distrustful stance as he regarded him. While William wanted to persuade the man regarding his growing debt, the bottles of drugs lying on the table enticed his mind. He wondered what the drugs could do, what euphoria it would bring him. "You have told me that many times. Your Highness, if you want the top quality, you have to pay or else.""I told you I hate being threatened. You do not respect me.""I only respect those with money.""And I have money, lots of it.""I don't see any money. Do you?""Don't be antsy," William gritted, forcing a smile on his face. This was beyond embarrassing. "I will pay you tomorrow. No more postponement, I promise."He might as well get himself a loan. Or would his brother dearest be willing to lend him some? He shuddered at the thought of borrowing money from his twin. William would rather die than do so. A loan, it is. He sauntered out of the private night club out on t
A foggy haze hung in the morning air, painting New York a garish coat of gray. A bird nested on a willow tree ruffled its feathers once and then preened. A lone song from its beak pierced the still of the morning as it flew away.Dear God, Felix breathed and sighed. His shoulders heaved once as his arms folded behind him, and the glass window he stood in front of provided a pristine view of the city. Almost ethereal; like a haunted graveyard, but he did not care for ghosts or hallowing haunts. He was deep in thought.Felix? A voice called from behind the heavy wooden door.It was Samantha. He knew it would be. No one else called him Felix here in New York, and no one else called out instead of knocking.He sighed. Doors open.”The door flung open and Samantha waltzed in with a tea set in her hands, somehow still walking as graciously as she would at court. As if the queen were watching her right now, as she always did when she was younger, polished cane in hand and flowing white g
Youve got to be kidding. A charity? Samantha was screaming. Thats what were calling it now? Really?Her heels could be heard clacking on the stone stairs as she marched in a vex. Felix was wringing his hands, a sly smile played out on his lips while his tousled hair went up and down as he descended down the stairs with his sister.If you wanted a woman to sleep with, just go to a damn brothel, Felix. Or wait, you dont even need to go to one here, there are women in the streets. Cheap women. Whatd you mean, charity?Come on, Sam, Felix said with a dopey grin. Itll be a cinch. When have I ever done something foolish?First of all, Felix, youre a man, so that already puts you at a disadvantage there, and two, Samantha said and worked one of her hands against one of the large, bronze rings she wore on her hand, Youre Felix. Youre quite literally the most foolish person to have walked the earth. No offence."Felix threw a hand to his chest and used the other to cover h
The day was a lazy day.Lucrecia did not like days like this, where dawn stretched itself into hours and magnified and then overemphasized the garishness of New York, when the sun, finally up, would crawl too lazily across the sky and bathe the entire city in a gold light.Such a boring colour, gold. The only thing worth noticing about gold was that gold was gold. Only valued because of its name as a material and precious metal. Other than that, the colour gold meant nothing. It was pathetic. Bland. Who cares that it made every other thing sparkle and feel like royalty?Lucrecia did not care for such things. There was only ever one thing to bother about. Money, and if not that, then how to make money.She tossed her head back on the quickly wearing-out sofa in the crammed space she called home.Less of a house than a box, Lus apartment had two doors and looked exactly like she always called it: a shoebox. Quite literally.One of the similar run-down houses on a block that seemed to
Rise and shine, meathead!Groan. You know this is human torture, right? You should be arrested. No one wakes up this early.Yes, they do, meathead, Samantha said as she flung the curtains open. Red light streaked in like captives set free and landed on a fine, fair face. The face was instantly hidden under a duvet.Oh, come on, you big baby. Its 6AM already. The whole of New York is up by this time. Samantha cooed at the face. It grumbled and squeezed the duvet.No, theyre not. Richard grumbled.Samantha chuckled and lifted the duvet. Perhaps youre right. Still you really should get up. The pancakes will get cold.Richard groaned and turned over. The duvet came away from his head slowly. Samantha crowded his vision. Puckered lips and perfect, golden hair, like the wheat he always fantasized about as a child. Wide, seeking eyes and was she wearing his shirt?Oh, he loved this woman. Come here.What?Im going to kiss you, he said, grabbing her by the waist. She sq
Thank you for coming with me, Adam. I honestly dont know what I would be able to do without you.Probably nothing, your majesty. Who knows, you might even stop breathing if I wasnt momming you around every other minute. I understand, sir. Adam retorted.Adam, as much as I appreciate and understand your sense of humor, we discussed that I am Kevin, remember?Why, of course, sir. How could I forget? Forgive me, master George.”You keep that up and I might have to recommend you to the countrys association of ass-lickers. Felix said as he picked up an apple and his eyes roved around it.Anything to keep me in employment, my good sir.Adam replied good-naturedly, and besides himself, Felix could not help it when a small smile creased the corners of his eyes.After close inspection, Felix raised the apple to the trader and asked him the price, then put the apple back. They walked away from that stall, and to another stall. Felix repeated the same thing there, and at another as w
Richard sat at the edge of a wide window that allowed to him to see a yawning view of the city of New York. Skyscrapers loomed in the backdrop of the gray and ashen city, and just down below, he could make out the heads of the twenty-thousand odd people that regularly walked that road, either going, coming never at a place.New York. The unsleeping city.It was one of the things that he admired about his quaint, little, overcrowded city. The heat, the bustle, the smooth flow of business. It was so easy to get conned here. It looked easy to make it here, but that was just it. Looks.He knew how difficult it was to make it in a place like this, and he had tried. He had tried to do legal jobs, but what could he really do? A man with little to no or education, and a talent for shifting things it would only be a matter of time before the company would lay him and others off, not because they caught himno one ever caught himbut because the company would have no more funds to support per