Havana Nights

what the....?

I sat in the jet drinking whiskey.  I was one bottle down already.   Just forget about him Tine.  Go back to you life,  the life you worked for,  almost died for.  What the fuck is wrong with your head.

Ok so that's not going to work....maybe if he is dead? Then it will be easier.  Not knowing he is standing there behind the bar.   Luckily he doesn't have a phone otherwise I'd probably be trying to call him right now.  No Tine, I slapped myself in the face.  Clean break. It's over.  I should send someone to finish the job, but what has he actually ever done to me?  Death by association that's what he has done.  Am I really that cruel, knowing what I know now?  He left our world behind a long time ago. I should have never got involved. Stupid STUPID Tine.  I slam my fist on the table breaking the glass in my hand.   The air hostess came in and cleaned up.  She quickly bandages my hand and places a new bottle and glass on the table.   Just go back and get on with things, maybe get a boyfriend.   Yes, you just need some distraction.  Have a good fuck, get it out of your system.    I buzzed the air hostess in.  I unzipped my pants as she walked in immediately knelt in front of me.   I'm sorry Sir she said 15 min later.  It's ok it's probably all the whiskey.  It wasn't the whiskey.  FUUUUCK.

I stepped out onto the tarmac 5 hours later.   Pear smiled at me.  Heard you had a little fight with yourself on the flight.  You ok?  I am fine, now hand me the schedule.  Yes boss, she smirked as we got into the limo.

I stepped into my penthouse later that night and sighed a breath of relief.  Home, finally.  Here it was just me.   Back to reality.

What do mean you can't find him?  Get the fuck out of my office and come back when you have some proper Intel or don't come back at all.

Air get this away from me, it tastes like shit....Pear raised her eyebrow and looked at me from across the table.  Don't look at me like that I shouted...I got up and left.

Boss are you telling me that what started out as 5 guys branching out has now turned in to 20!!  Get the fuck out and go clean up your mess.

It was 3am I was lying in my bed staring at the ceiling.  Pear burst into the room.  What the fuck Tine!   20 Kill orders.  Are you fucking insane. You are not fucking Bright. Retract it now! You do business you are not a butcher! Pear pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed.  Something is going and I am not leaving here until you fucking tell me what it is.  Now start talking....

I told her everything...from the moment I stepped into that bar to the moment I ran out of that room.

Pear sat in silence for half an hour.

Ok so I see this going either 2 ways.  One: We will have to kill him.  No way around it.  He's too distracting.

Two:  you for once have to think about what you want and your life.  Was this always the dream Tine? Running the mafia empire.  Your mind was consumed by revenge for 10 years. You got your revenge now.  Now think about your future for once.  Do you see yourself sitting on an island with Sarawat by your side sipping cocktails, swimming, having sex and just enjoying life or are you determined to go after what it takes to stay on top for the next 20 years.  Fighting wars.  Dealing with scum, slinging mud.  Are you hungry for it Tine, because my dear friend if you don't have that hunger deep down in the pit of your stomach then you are not going to survive.  This life eats away at you.  Bright had that hunger....you saw with your own eyes the kind of man he was.  He was willing to do anything for it. This is not you Tine.   Your people work for you because they respect you and they love you not because they fear you.  You need to decide what kind of man you want to be.

Fuck, she was right.

"Pear do you think I still have a chance?  Well, there's only one way to find out.  Run and get your ass on that fucking plane".