Cyrus Rosemond, the bad boy of the town. Living his best life as the heir of two drug dealers/mafia leaders. Constantly causing mayhem to his parents and the people around him. What could possibly go wrong?
Heaving their last straw, Cyrus's parents...
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I sat at the emerald desk while tapping my fingers against the smooth surface. I started humming a random song that popped up whilst I rest my other arm on the arm rest.
The sound of the door opening stopped me from whistling. I didn't even bother looking up knowing damn well who it is.
"Cyrus, I've had enough of your attitude. You really need to change or else the consequences will be worse than what you've been doing." He said as he sat down.
"That doesn't even make sense." I chuckled.
"It'll make sense if you continue doing what you're doing." He said as he opened his laptop.
"Whatever, just get this over with, your voice gives me a headache." I grumbled as he pushed my foot off the desk.
"Your attitude makes me want to disown you. Yet you don't see me sharing that information." He shrugged while typing aggressively.
I sat there not knowing what to say. It shocked me a little bit but I'm not surprised. I'd disown me too.
"I have your first mission. I don't want you to fuck it up either or else." He said while pulling out a file. Holy shit something interesting for once in a fucking life time that'll probably never happen again.
"Go on." I mumbled as my interest grew.
"I want you to do chores around the house to prove to me that you deserve this mission." He smiled making me scoff. Of course, I should've known.
"No." I said.
"No? Very well. I'll just tell Mr.Fox that you fucked his daughter behind both our backs and we both will gladly punish you." He smiled.
"Go kill yourself." I whispered. He looked up at me with an angry look that I've never seen before. Maybe I went too far?
"That's it. I'm sending you off. I can't fucking handle this." He said angrily.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused. Send me off? To like a fucking camp?!
"You'll fucking see. You obviously can't do shit right without complaining for five goddamn seconds of your life. You always have to get what you want. Why? Because that's how your mom and I raised you. Why? Because you'll need that when you take over the business not as a goddamn fucking child. You act as if you need every little thing that becomes a "trend". Why? Because no one fucking likes you until you look like them and act like them." He said.
