𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍|𝟏𝟖+

10|| its all fun and games.

JAMES

"Mama, how come James gets to have ice cream and I don't?" I ask Mama.

Mama gave me a smile and then grabbed a bowl. "You were sleeping, remember?" Her laugh echoed in my ears.

I miss her laugh.

I grabbed the bowl of ice cream and ran to the living room next to Ace on the couch.

Our favorite show was on, and we watched it while indulging in our ice cream.

As I ate my ice cream, my father came into the room. His eyes went to us, then to Mother's, and he gave her a nasty glare.

"It's past their bedtime, and you gave them ice cream and made them watch TV?" Father yelled at Mama. I turned my head to watch what was going on.

But Ace grabbed my attention and said we should go to bed. "But I haven't finished," I pointed at my ice cream, which was halfway finished.

"Tomorrow, we'll get even more if we go to bed on time," Mama said. I nodded, and we quickly went to our bedroom. On our way, I jumped once I heard a thud.

"Mama," I said to Ace. But Ace pushed me into the room and locked the door.

I jumped onto my bed and laid down. Ace came over to tuck me in. "Mama is going to be okay. No need to worry," Ace said to me, and I nodded. After that, my eyes shut.

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. I rubbed my blurry eyes, stood, and stretched. I was exhausted. Running a business was not easy; I made sure to pat myself on the back every day for it. I almost tripped over the clothes on the floor. What time did I come in last night? Did I even take a shower? Shit. After dealing with all this bullshit at the club, and let's not forget that annoying woman.

Talia.

I flung open the bathroom door and turned on the light. I heaved a sigh and turned on the water, running cold water over my face. I looked up at the mirror and then froze. I was staring at not only myself but red lip kisses all over my mirror, with a note on the side.

"I'll replace the shirt I threw up on, sorry for that," I read, and then in the middle of all the full lips, there was a 'thank you.'

I sighed and cursed under my breath. I ignored it and brushed my teeth. I went into my clothes, looking for a dressy shirt and some black slacks. I wore my Armani belt to hold them up.

"Hopefully, this shirt doesn't get ruined," my brother's voice coated my ears. I sucked in a rush of air through my teeth before I grabbed the whiskey from the counter.

"Fuck off," I poured a drink in a glass, with two ice cubes, just how I like it.

I gulped it down, then poured another. "It's early in the morning, and you're drinking?" Ace spoke, but I tuned him out like I always do.

"I have business to attend to today, and by that business, I mean, kill someone. So if you don't mind shutting the fuck up so I can think about how I'm going to do it. Please, do me a favor and get the fuck out." I slammed the glass onto the glass tray, and it shattered.