The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Seventy Four

As I walked along the sidewalks towards the Western most area of Manhattan I allowed my mind to spin focusing then delving into another pointless thought.

I liked the night though I fit well into it and I knew I did. No one expected a trust fund billionaire wandering around New York at half past twelve with no particular purpose. Even the thought despite being wrong sounded peculiar to me.

When I finally entered Hell's Kitchen I began to walk through the streets looking around I took in all the restaurants and the older brick buildings. They seemed very heritage oriented and I quite liked it though I was raised to appreciate art and history something I hoped to pass on in ten or so years when I was an adult.

The one advantage of my upbringing was always having a plan for what was to come. Generations of wealth came before me, and for over two hundred years my whole family had chased money seeking to build it and cultivate culture. That just went into overdrive when my grandparents bought a lot of luxury items and sort of lived kinda like the twenties when people partied all the time and champagne induced big spending was common.

That life was gone and reality caught up to them which allowed them to back off on the flashiness of it all, though now the family could do those things we had the money for it, and I was more then smart enough to make sure only certain things were publicized. I didn't want people to see all my wealth seriously didn't, it was part of the reason why many people got raided by FBI and SWAT in this city for being under suspicion of illegally made money.

I could be charged for that currently, all my gang money was in a vault in Brooklyn.

The only thing that would make it worse would be to simply have wads of cash everywhere which I might considering I was making a hundred grand a day.

Not as much as you might think.

Anyways there were so many places in this city that I'd live if I wasn't obligated to take over the role my parents left behind and that was a big role. One I knew I could do I also knew however I'd be proving myself to the world to be worthy of the family name Winters.

Fitting name I'm a pretty bitter person.

As I began walking along a darker street I spotted someone running from a pair of ratty looking guys before disappearing around a corner.

Then the feeling of protecting someone came over me blanketing me like someone dumping an bucket of ice over me.

Checking for traffic I crossed the street and began making my way along the abandoned streets the only sign of people being the light that escaped through the occasional apartment curtains.

"Get the hell..." a girl says he voice trailing off.

"Ah this bitch scratched me" one of them said while the other neared her.

"Wonder what we could get off her, hey what do you say pretty girl".

The girl on the ground had bruising on her face and there was wet dirt from the homeless man obscuring her face, the tears however didn't help by adding swelling to her face.

One of them then neared her as she let out a pleading sob, and that sound alone snapped something in me, I grabbed one, pulling him back, and before he could react I hit him hard across the face breaking, if not shattering his nose.

The other then turned his attention to me and had about as much luck before he too was down and my ability to nearly see red was there though I also didn't know if it may have also been the blood that the rain was washing from my hands.

Looking to the girl I was thankful that she was still crying slightly along with had my hood up perfectly hiding my features.

You better get the hell out of here before she sees you and recognizes your face.

Dipping my hands in a puddle to wash the rest of the blood off I walked off as fast as I could taking the first street I got to to completely vanish if there was a chance she checked where I'd gone.

Getting to a store that was still open I quickly went into the bathroom and washed my hands off before wiping my hands and the sink to clear it of any evidence not that those homeless men would go to the police most of them were addicts or thieves in this city anyways.

I had pity for street kids though those that didn't have a choice to be in that life, but I hoped to provide a good thing to people who were smart and simply needed guiding and education.

Getting to the edge of Midtown I made my way back towards where my penthouse sat just South of Central Park.

The whole walk back I half expected that girl to reappear and ask me why I'd done that before charging me with assault even though I likely just saved her.

People would do that in this city to get a little bit of money to ruin someone's reputation that was the will of some people and I wouldn't risk that, however for those that did fall to that ended up spilling hundreds of thousands of dollars to allow these people to stay quiet.

When I did eventually get to the lobby of One57 I entered and walked to the elevator before going down to the garage to see that the boys had indeed done everything I wanted from them.

The trip back up though was where I was likely to end up passing out because of the pressure that rising up created in people's body's it was the same reason while flying people could get headaches.

A ping informs me that the doors had opened and that in the end I slowly walked back into the room before heading upstairs where I immediately undressed and put my clothing into the washer with some disinfectant and tea tree which would destroy the blood matter that may have been on my clothing I then changed into black comfy pants and walked across the room to the window and looked out over Upper West Side and where I knew Sav lived though I found it interesting how often I seemed to neglect that I did in fact have a real estate company under WGI which might have been where and how I owned several properties.

Personal one's I owned ten at current though I would likely end up selling some and buying more, it was simply just how I was, knowing that homes could bring me income. I didn't really care for that right now however and was perfectly content with having only a few publicly known properties one was my Brooklyn Townhouse and my island in the Bahamas outside of that I tried to stay secretive.

I then began to wonder what it was like to be that girl to have some random person save them, she was probably terrified and I disappeared likely making her question what had happened. I wasn't uncomfortable with that and I knew that as long as it remained secret that I had gone out and beat up two guys for a girl I'd likely never meet I could keep my reputation.

I had to keep myself at the top maintaining a reputation was all I had to do and scaring people was a fine tuned skill I had developed over several years.

Too bad for anyone else I wasn't going to be bested easily.

With that prideful thought I turned from the window and walked over to my bed in hopes that I wouldn't have to deal with anyone tomorrow.
     
    
Done I completed one of my personal favourite in the relationship of Adrian and Olivia that I will ever write so there you all go, comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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