Lyfers: Amnesia

Chapter 34 - Whiskey

 – Boss, are you really sure?

– Are you discussing my orders, Whiz?

– N-no, Boss...

Sitting on the counter of the cramped bar, his legs crossed, Phase gave an irritated look to his men; no, tonight was not the good night to disobey him. Not after Morphine sending out more than thirty guys at his brothers. It was putting his nerves on the edge, and if his men were to send him off, then they would fall along him. He took another sip from his glass of whiskey, observing with a frown the old man on the ground, bleeding and begging for his mercy. The named Whiz sent another kick into his stomach, tearing a pained scream that filled the room with its desperate sound.

– M-mister Cheol, I-I beg you...! I agree! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

– Well, snickered the pink-haired one, wouldn't that had been easier to say it directly?

– Y-yes, I'm so sorry!

– I can't believe you made me come here in person... Did you forget how busy I am, already?

– N-no Mister Cheol..!

Phase got down from the counter and harshly finished his drink, groaning from the beverage. No, a bad quality whiskey wouldn't help, quite the contrary. In a maddened gesture, he thrust the glass onto the elder, so brutally it broke, some sharp pieces stabbing into his body. He raised his voice, and everyone else present in the room knew his anger had nothing to do with the current business matter. He was enraged for way more than that.

– Then why did you make me come here?!

In a blink, he had the old man by the collar, lifting him up as if he was nothing more than a paper sheet.

– I told you I would own this street, Phase hollered, I fuckin' told you! And yet you make me go out of my way again?!

– B-boss, y-you should let him down, tried Whiz.

– Shut the fuck up!

Rather than getting a calmer leader, Whiz got another man thrown at him, and the two violently hit the wall.

– This street is mine, do you hear?! Mine and mine only! If any other fucker like you doesn't nicely agree to sell me the remaining buildings, I'll fuckin' end them myself!

The whiskey bottle got projected too, and burst onto his victims, drenching them in alcohol and blood. But he didn't stop there, and approached them, crouching down when he was close enough and seizing the broken bottle from the ground. He observed the way it had broken for a few seconds, a nostalgic expression briefly chasing his furious one. But it did not last long, and the saddened hint in his eyes turned back into fury as he jabbed the glass piece into Whiz's shoulder, making him yell. Nevertheless, Phase's voice softened, and a smirk came across his face.

– D'you know why I am not Atlas' favorite?

He couldn't tell if it was his question or Amnesia's leader name which made them flinch that hard, but it did not refrain a sinister laugh to pass his lips.

– It's because I am too much like him... I'm too cruel.

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– Answer, you jerk...

Fingers anxiously clenched around her phone, Blaze was walking in circles like a lion in a cage. Claw wasn't picking up, and although it wouldn't bother her usually, this night was far from usual. On her sofa was sitting a young man covered in tattoos, blood and dirt, with barely enough forces to stay in a sitting position without falling down. Fucker, she internally grumbled, between every single person he knows, why on earth did he have to come to me?! I'll end Claw myself if he doesn't pick that dogshit up tomorrow! She dialed her Lieutenant's number one more time, before sighing and approaching the injured guy.

– Can't reach him, just go ask-...

– Try again!

In a dire growl, he aimed a gun at her, his other hand passing through his black undercut-styled hair, chasing some red liquid from it, and staining her couch. Enough is enough, I'll end him along. Swiftly yet forcefully, she slapped his cheek, sending the weapon out of his hand in the same time.

– Even strays owe respect to Lieutenants. Don't you dare forget it, Fang.

– Fuck, you b-...

– One more word and I'm ending you. I don't fuckin' care that you're Claw's little brother, disrespect me one more time and you're dead. Understood?

– ... Understood.

The named Fang immediately calmed down; he knew what the redhead would do to him if he didn't back off, and he absolutely did not want to experience it again. He looked downwards, slowly starting to understand that he went too far, this time. Seeing this, Blaze rolled her eyes, and took place next to him, patting his shoulder.

– Okay, tell Auntie your problem, kiddo, she finally said.

– I fucked up. But like, big. I scammed the wrong people, the wrong amount... They're gonna kill me. I have a shitton of mercenaries after me.

– The wrong people... Left or right?

– Left. Counselor Minsu.

– ... Yeah, you fucked up. Your brother's so gonna punch you.

He quietly nodded, and tried to lean against the back of the couch, but she didn't agree with that, and smacked his head.

– Up! Don't dirty my house even more, you brat!

– Alright, calm down!

She sighed, and dialed Claw's number one more time, vainly. He wasn't picking up, and it annoyed her. Fang gave her a distressed look.

– Why can't you join him? Where is he?

– Your big bro has some romance problems going on, Fang.

– Romance?

As soon as he repeated this word, he burst off laughing, clapping his hand onto his thigh from amusement.

– C'm'on Blaze, that's Claw we're talkin' 'bout!

– Yeah, and this is the problem. But anyways... Stay here tonight. Nobody's gonna find you there.

– Thanks, Auntie. You're saving me one more time.

– Believe it or not, we're family.

She watched him while saying that, and tilted her head to the side.

– Why don't you come back, Fang? You're good at making money, Atlas will take you back.

At this name, the man quailed, eyes widening and hands trembling. He got on his feet, wrapping his arms around himself as if he was suddenly cold.

– N-no, I'll never come back. I'll never be Atlas' toy again... Never again. Never.

– But, Fang... The role's filled now. It's Dusk's role.