Drawn to Him

chapter five

Roman's POV:

Two days have already passed since I've been away with Issac. I can never have a time to myself without some fucker trying to rip me off.

"Hey! We're here" Isaac barked, getting my attention. Some mafia's think because I'm younger than him that they can stop my money and other things from coming in.

They're wrong.

In a separate room in the back of this restaurant we're at is someone and his partner are sitting at tables ordering the expensive shit with my money.

"Let's bust some ass", Isaac snickers before walking in. When they saw us they were ready to run. "Have a seat", he pulled his gun from the side and they sat. I pulled up a chair across from them and they looked terrified.

They should.

"Haven't ordered yet?" I questioned. They just looked between me and Isaac. Mostly Isaac because he was still pointing his gun at them.

"Gun away Isaac", I tell him. He makes a sadist face and puts it down on the table. "So where's my money Tony?" I ask straight up.

He looks at me wide-eyed without answering. "Mushroom soup but it's really hot, lobster, a medium well done steak, cheeseburger, extra lettuce and ketchup and fries, with two beers", a waiter walks over with trays.

"Wow", Isaac whispers, looking at them. "Hey can you bring a check, I want to see how much this is", he adds. "Do you want to cancel on the dessert and wine?" the waiter asked again.

They ordered more. He turns to me and opens his mouth in amazement. I look at Tony and tilt my head. He knows what's coming now.

"Bring in the wine, forget the dessert."

"Want something?", he asks me. I shook my head but he didn't think twice about the cheeseburger. I had a great idea.

"Pass me the soup", I say. Instead of touching the hot bowl he slid it over to me with the fork. "Listen Tony, you gotta start talking, it's not like you're getting a free pass I mean you know I get angry a lot", I say, picking up the bowl.

I've experienced such heat like this, worse in fact. It doesn't bother me anymore.

He watches my hand instead of my movements. I'm just slowly walking towards him. "And when I'm angry I'm violent", I finished my sentence right before squeezing his throat.

He held into my wrist trying to stop me but I stayed put. "See, your job is to do some deliveries, maybe beat up a few guys and get my money", I say.

I brought the bowl up to his face deciding where I should pour it. I look back at Isaac and he's moved in from the cheeseburger to the steak.

"What should I do, Isaac? I ask.

He looks up and at Tony. "The eyes", he nods. I slowly pour the hot soup on his left eye as he screams in pain. I pulled the bowl back and watched his eye get red and watery.

I hear Isaac's mouth making popping sounds and when I turn to sit back down he's licking his finger. Tony's screams kept getting louder and he's covering his eye.

"Shut the hell up", I groaned.

I look to James, Tony's partner and he's got his eyes closed really tight: "where's my money?" I ask. "I- I-", he wasn't making any effort to speak actual words. "I think he needs persuading as well, Rom,'' Isaac says.

I sigh and grab the fork next to me and stick it in his hand. He yells out too. "Bunch of pussies", Isaac shakes his head, disappointed. "It's gone!" James shouted.