Dr. Phil smirks down at Zain.
"Oh, h-h-h-h-he-hello," Zane stumbles on his words.
The muscular old man doesn't respond.
"Sorry about that..." he looks down and grabs his bag. Walking around the man, Zayn takes one last look at him.
Dr. Phil wears a blue ripped button down, brown dress pants, and fancy dress shoes. His hair is balding.
He suddenly turns and looks Zayn up and down.
Zane's face becomes warm, turning red. Glad that it's dark, he says lastly, "Sorry again, bye."
Overcoming the awkward encounter, Zain closes his car door, taking a deep breath. Thoughts whirling, he thinks to himself, why was I acting like that?
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It's been three weeks since then.
Zahn sits in his office chair, looking out his skyscraper work building windows. Cars flash by on the streets and people living their own lives, walk to their desired places.
A sudden knock bangs through the room. Zain's assistant, Ellen, strides in.
Without turning around, he states, "Mrs. Degenerates please don't come in until you're invited."
"I'm sorry mr but this is urgent."
The muscular, tattooed man turns, looking straight into her eyes.
She tries to hide her flinch but he already saw and is now standing before her. "What is it?" he asks, orbs swirling with darkness.
"Mr. Malik, an opposing mafia group is threatening to take your land."
"More details."
"They're wondering quite close to our borders and I got a call from a lower, reporting that they overheard one talking about surprise attacking us soon."
He ponders for a moment. "Take a group and raid a base of theirs."
"Yes, sir."
"Ellen, before you leave, do not make me repeat this, take them all out. Leave none. I want their boss to know that we will not be allies ever. I don't need some petty drama distracting me from what's already happening in the South."
Her jaw tightening, she responds with slight annoyance, "Yes, sir."
Ellen was the mafia leader for some time while Zahn's dad was ill and he was still too young, but after the lowers spilled the tea of Ellen abusing them, his father made a quick decision. Zain was forced to rule over the mafia starting at the age of sixteen with her being his second. She was still needed because of her experience and the amount of respect she gained from other gangs but everyone could tell she was mad. Her jealousy spilt out every so often.
Turning around, she muttered quiet insults toward the boss under her breath.
Zane was in full knowledge of her behaviour but let it slide for the time being. He knew she would channel those feelings into the shots she would be shooting at those little rats. "That will be all," he said, Ellen already out the door.
YOU ARE READING
Vermont Baby
FanfictionZayn is a mafia gang leader. Dr. Phil has his own talk show and leads the mafia gang that's challenging Zain's. Without knowing who the other is, they meet for the first time at a gas station. They can't get each other out their heads.
