DASH

Dash POV

“Seriously? A college party?” I let out and Jagger shrugs. Usually, he is the one that does this type of job, but today I am the unlucky bastard who has to deal with kids. I owe him. I promised I would do something for him. That’s what happens when your twin brother gets shot saving your fucking life.

Jagger is the enforcer in our fucked up world. We belong to the MOB and I am the boss’s right hand. So usually Jagger needs to deal with this situation, scare some people, and beat them up, but today is my turn. I hate doing these types of jobs, don’t get me wrong. I enjoy beating some people and violence is always the answer, but when it comes to parties like this… I hate doing it, there’s too much to lose and I usually tend to get into some girl’s bed.

As I said before, we are twins. I can’t see anything similar between us, but everyone says we look exactly the same with just different haircuts, but I don’t see it. Jagger is a miserable bastard while I enjoy life and I enjoy