What do I live for?

Chapter 2

Dean Pov

Its  been a week since I've arrived in Manhattan, New York City an I already feel annoyed by this place. I don't understand why my dad always wants me to do the work out of city. Not only out of city but out of state. "Dean, my son, you  will be a great leader one day. Always ahead of everyone. You must always believe what your old man tells you. I'm never wrong." That's  my dads words every time I close  a deal with success. What I don't get is why he had to give me such a stupid name like Dean. It sounds so ridiculous and boring. I would've preferred something like Slayer, Max  or Vicious. Something that suites more cause that's what I am. He made me the man I am today.  He could've at least put a bit of effort in the name.

"Sir, we have arrived,"Shaw my right hand man stated. As I look around I see that we are indeed in front of the building. Where I have to attend a very important meeting. For my father of course. We have these meetings like over every second or third month. This is where all the drug lords, cartel members and their greatest hit men come together to talk business. These kind of meetings takes long hours. We'll be discussing the black market, trafficking routes, cocaine shipments, who should be eliminated and also the killing of traitors. That's my favorite part. The killing or fighting. My father usually comes to this meetings but he has been very ill lately. That he can barely stand on his own two feet. I'm afraid ill be losing him soon. Not that I wish that upon him. It breaks my heart. My father worked very hard for what he has and who he is today. He is the kingpin of the biggest cartels in Mexico, Colombia and the United States. My father is not on the wanted list yet because our cartel is invincible. After 5 hours of listening of observing the meeting was finally over. That was so annoying but what could I do. I've always loved to go to another country but I just feel off. I've been coming to these meetings for eight years now. My first time was with my father and he was vicious. Most feared him because he is a deadly ways and he is a man of action. What my dad awakened inside of me is very deadly and dangerous. "Well that was long hours of bullshit we already know,"Shaw jokes. I'm sure he has noticed my annoyance. I chuckled at his remark. He just knows how to change my mood. I've known Shaw my whole life. When we were younger I met him in kinder garden. We became best friends. He was adopted by a couple that as very rich.When I was eighteen years old I was already in the business and he knew about it. He's my most trusted. My trust and support lays with him. Shaw drove us home. There was a total silence in the car  but its never awkward. We drove to a nearby drive-through. "I'll have two hamburgers, fries and three ribs with zinger wings and two  bread rolls," I ordered. With Shaw looking at me shocked. "I'll just have a pepperoni pizza and two lemon juices thank you,"he orders plainly. "I cant believe  you you ordered  so many food,"he  laughs. "I have to keep this body fit and eating healthy isn't the only way." We took our order and headed to the nearby park. This place was rather downtown. This is where I mostly work so I know the place and the people by now. I'm a observer which means I have a very good memory. Driving home in silence. The thing that has been bothering me hits  me, my dream. I don't know if its a dream or a nightmare but its weird. A faceless character that hunts my dreams almost every night. The whole drama of the dream plays out but the main character is faceless. Without identity. This dream much mean something good or bad. 'Just let me be Dean, you've done enough. This is beyond your control. You cant save a life that's already dead,'the voice whispers. Just like that I wake up confused. The same dream again. 'Who is this soul that cant rest in peace?' My heart aches very badly. Everything is so weird. Sometimes it feels like I'm developing feelings for this character in my dreams with the silky blond hair and sweet voice. The aching in my heart distracts me almost the whole day. And I have a meeting with some big time dealer. Who wants to do business with the best. We never say no to business. Money talks and success is everything. Upon arriving at our destination. We decided to stand outside of the car. It is a very hot day. Situated in the East Village inn the area east of the Bowery and Third Avenue, between 18th street on the north and Huston street on the South. This place is roughly defined and its also very dangerous. The street was quiet and ribbed with diagonal parking lines. I looked over at Shaw who wiped his face. By now the sun was shinning 40g so we are totally burning up. It was than when I saw the most beautiful human being to ever walk this earth.