Nobody Is Born A Criminal.

⚠️ Warning: mention of murder, blood, weapons, sex and vulgar language.⚠️

[Chapter 2: Coffee And Sex.]

Andrew sat on the chair of the police station with a file on his hand as he read through it. Christian sat at the opposite side of him like a boss, with his feet up and staring at Andrew.

Andrew smiled and read aloud. "Name Christian." He looked at him. "No last name?"

Christian smiled shrugging. "I don't think people should be known by their last names. Seriously I have a name call me that why do you need something after it?"

"Well I can see here that you've been arrested on many occasions. You've been charged for theft, fighting people and also murder."

"And when you read on you'll find out that I was falsely accused for all of them." He said smuggly. Andrew looked at him in the eyes. He had no sorrow, no guilt whatsoever just a glance of power.

He had the idea that no one could do anything to him no matter what. He was powerful not only with strength and money but with society as well.

"You've been falsely accused for a lot of things." He said. "I wonder what that's about."

Christian smirked shrugging. "Maybe people are jelous of me." He sat up looking at Andrew. "I have that effect on people."

"Unfortunetly..." He said. "I'll have to charge you for the fight--"

"That won't be needed." A voice inturupted him. They both turned to behind to see Alex come in holding a piece of paper. She handed it to Andrew. "It's his bail."

Andrew took it from her and read through it. He chuckled and looked at them shaking his head. Christian got up from the chair and smiled at Andrew. "This was a very lovely meeting. But unfortunately I have to cut it short."

The two were about to leave but Andrew's voice stopped them. "Today you got lucky. Christian. Your luck won't be on your side all the time. The day I get proof against you, you won't go to jail you'll go straight up. Mark my words."

Christian smiled and turned around to look at him. "We'll talk the day you get the proof against me until then I guess I'm untouchable."

He saluted them and the two of them walked out of the station.

》》》

Alex and Christian walked into a big bungalow. The place was white in colour. The classic. There was pictures hanging everywhere, with paintings nect to them. There was security everywhere heavily guarded and helps were walking around doing their work.

"You know I'm getting really tired of bailing you out. This is like the fifth time this week." She exclaimed.

"Hey." He scoffed. "This was all your fault."

"Huh?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Who's the one who told me go be a hero and save the girl."

"I meant..." She stopped walking and turned around to face him making him stop as well. "Threaten them. Tell them your name or show them your gun don't go beating them up."

"I didn't take my gun." He told her.

"Well that's just dumb." She replied. He chuckled.

A man walked up to them. "Sir? Ma'am?"

"Yes."

"You've got a visitor."

They both looked at each other furrowing their eyebrows.

》》》

A man stood in the living room looking out the window staring at the city ahead of him. Alex and Christian walked inside the room to find him. They both recognized him instantly and they let out a groan.

He smiled. "Alex. Christian."

"You don't give up do you?" Christian asked. He smiled shaking his head and he sat on the chair putting his legs on top of the table.

"Sit down guys. Let's talk."

"Henry Louis who would have thought." Alex muttered sarcastically to Christian.

They sighed and they both sat down looking at him waiting for him to tell them whatever stupid deal he brought for them this time.

"Okay. So I--"

"No." Alex inturupted him without hearing what he had to say making him sigh. It's like she knew exactly what he was going to tell them and she wanted nothing to do with it.

"Come on guys." He groaned. "If we band together. Your drugs and my clubs, were going to be richer than ever."

Christian smiled. "Well I guess we'll never know if we'd be as rich as you think. You can see yourself out or do you need someone to escort you."

He chuckled nodding realizing that this won't do any good because the two weren't going to join him at all. "I guess that's it then. Just remember that the competition is high right now. Yes Anthony made you who you are. But he's long dead and now you think you can replace him?"

He laughed. "You'd have to go through me. And let me tell you I am no easy competition." He started to leave.

"Your right." Alex's voice came from behind. He turned to look at them and then with speed Christian removed a gun from under the table and shot him three times in the chest. He fell to the ground dead. Christian bent down looking at him. "I guess you're not as hard to kill as you thought. Competition over."

Christian looked at Alex. "Clean this up I'll be back."

Alex looked at him questionably. "Where are you going?"

"To win our bet."

》》》

Christian stood by a tree and watches as Amanda talked to a few friends of hers. She was laughing and chuckling at something they said. She then turned and looked at him. He smiled at her waving a hi.

She turned to her friends and whispered something and they all looked towards Christian. They said their goodbyes and they walked away. Amanda turned to him and walked towards him.

He straightened up as she came to him and she smiled. "So like this stalking thing is it permanent or..."

He shrugged. "It's your wish. I'm an open minded person."

"Well I guess if it's going to be continues then we can grab a cup of coffee or something." She smiled.

He smiled back at her and nodded. "Wait you mean only coffee or..." He looked at her raising his eyebrows.

She chuckled hitting his chest. "I guess we'll find out huh?" They walked together on the street and Amanda looked at him

He looked at her and she smiled at him.