Alorah

Part 2

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I hate this. I hate this fucking city. I hate coming back here. I hate the fact that I have to go to this fucking school

My first day at this school was fucking boring. I didn't even step Inside that I already wanted to run on the other way

My brothers was amused when they knew I had to go to school. They didn't need to because they already work for my father. And they're graduate

I work with them too but I'm not graduate so I have to

Chase and Sam are both happy to come to school. We are 6 who aren't graduate in my father's mafia

So all 6 of us have to go for 2 years in this crummy school. I'm fucking 20 years old in 4 months and I had to come to school like a kid

I'm with stupid teenager who can think with nothing but their dick or their fucking makeup

My father tooks us to 'Harold's Bar' which is opposite the pharmacy that my father bought for our meetings. He said it's a good cover.

We walk inside this bar and we go sit on the back. I don't like sitting infront of someone. If i'm behind I can have an eye on everything.

I need to have an eye on everything around me

I can read people really well and that's a good point for me and for my dad in the business. I watch people and I can tell just by that so much on someone

We sat on a rond table and we all wait for my dad to starts talking. We aren't dumb. We know he didn't bring us here just to drink for our come back in his city.

"Like you know we came back here for business. We need our 6 boys here to get graduate so they can start the real work" Clayton, my father says looking at us all

"If you don't get graduate in 2 years you get out of my business. If you failed you get out of my business understand ?" He continues looking deadly at us

"can we at least beat some heads off if we need to or even want to?" Drake asks already annoyed by all those rules. I understand. I'm annoyed too by all of that situation.

Drake thinks like me about this school and this fucked up situation but we don't have a word to say. It's my father who decide and we can just shut our mouth

We shut our mouth with my father but not with others. I don't like other people. The way girls look at us make me want to fucking go back to Sicily

"Why couldn't we just graduate in Sicily ? We lived there since I was a fucking baby. Why come back ?" I ask. I'm not a man who talk a lot but when I have something to say I don't hold back

"because son, you were born in this city so you need to get graduate here and don't forget that no one can know that we were in Sicily that's why you can't be graduate there" my father starts to get annoyed and start to talk more harshly before a waiter interrupts us by coming to take our drinks

"what can I get you ?" he asks looking down at us. While he takes everyone's order I find myself looking from him to a back that tells me something

I already saw the back of this girl but I can't remember where. I wait for her to turn around so I can see who she is

The way her hair fall down her back and the way she stands remind me someone but I can't tell who and it's fucking pissing me off

She takes orders from the table near us. As I watch her I feel some eyes on me. I look at the boys who look at me waiting for my order

''Scotch'' I say without really paying attention and I stare back behind the waiter

The waiter turns around at the same time as her and they nearly bump each other.