Cursed Hearts

1. Order

??? pov

My name's Sanji. I'm 21 years old and I work for an old asshole in a dumb mafia named Red Fet.

Actually, this town is full of this kind of organization and live constantly in the chaos.. To be honest, Roger isn't a city that we recommend to or even to visit.. I mean, the risk for a tourist to have troubles is above 50%..

At this day, the worst mafia is named Palle. Nobody's here wants to have troubles with them and if you have it, you better watch your back dude... Gosh their boss is such a monster and I don't even talk about her two right arms.. I think their names were Monkey D Luffy and Rononoa something.. The rest of the members are as violent and sadistic as the boss... Trust me, you really don't want to annoy or provoke Palle..

   But nevermind I'm rambling.

I work for Zeff since 4 years and actually this old man named me as the sub-boss. Many organizations tried to hires me but I've always refused and turned away because I can't leave this place.... for some reasons. I can't l leave the old man. I'm stuck here, by doing the dirty work, for the rest of my fucking life.

I hear someone come in the rooftop where I was smoking alone

It's Patty, the guy who runs the armory

Patty: Oi Sanji, the boss wants you in his office in 5 minutes.

What the heck?

I sigh

Sanji: Huh? And for what? I'm not at his disposal.

P: He said that it was for an urgent mission.

S: I don't care. He always says that it's urgent.

P: He knew that you would say that so he ask me to repeat : it's an URGENT mission.

I shoot my cigarette and expel smoke from my lungs

S: And I said that I didn't care.

P: Oi ! It's an order of our boss!

S: You piss me off Patty!

I sigh again and light off my cigarette.

S: Fine! I'll go.

S: I swear one day I would have the skin of this damn old man.

I go down the stairs that led to the rooftop to go to the office of this bastard

I'm at the front of the door.

What would it be this time? Another murder? Or something more fun?

Sigh

Knock to the door

S: It's me.

Zeff: Enter.

I open the big door and went beyond the framework.

I walk until the desk and lean against the wall

S: U wanted to see me old man?

Z: Talk to your father better than that shitty kid.

My eyes rolled

S: Oh please you're not even my real father.

Z: Shut up! Talk to me better or I swear I'll kick you off.

Sigh

S: Yeah yeah.. So can we talk about the reason for why am I standing here?

He sighs too and sit in his huge armchair.