Julian was sitting on his beat up couch splitting up money between him and the boys.
"Fuck."
He cursed himself as it wasn't that much money. $20 each. That's only enough money for Ricky to get smokes and chicken fingers.
Business hasn't been too successful for Julian. People come to the bar and have drinks but don't bring money. He's tired of people thinking it's all on him just because he's known them for a few years.
At this point, julian just felt like ripping his hair out. He has to deal with everyone's problems and he has to do it alone. He has ricky and bubbles, he isn't really alone. He knows they'll always have his back. But all he could think about was being a disappointment. He hasn't slept in well over 24 hours.
Bad income, unsuccessful robberies, he can barley get himself a bottle of rum, which he really fuckin' needed if he was dealing with all of this. If things keep going this shitty he'll probably even lose his trailer.
Julian sipped his drink and closed his eyes, trying to ease his nerves. Everyone relies on him these days, and all he can think of is their disappointment in him. Then, he heard a rather loud and demanding knock on his door.
"Julianne. I know you're in there, cocksucker."
Julian shook his head when he recognized that voice that made his ears ring. Fuckin' Cyrus. Julian didn't even want to answer the door, but he didn't want ignoring Cyrus to turn into his door handle being shot in. Like he could afford fixing it.
"Jesus christ. What the fuck do you want?"
Julian cursed as he opened the door, seeing the smug dickhead look on his enemy's face. With everything he was dealing with, he had no interest in adding Cyrus to his schedule.
"I want you to know that I'm officially superior to you, you dick."
What the fuck was he talking about this time? Julian didn't even look phased. Cyrus pulls up in his expensive cars with a gun in his hand and thinks he's the shit. Julian knows damn well Cyrus isn't superior. But he's not looking to play the game of who's dick is bigger. He has real problems to deal with.
"Listen fuck Face, i dont have time to deal with your bullshit right now. Come bring your big ego back around some other time."
Cyrus just smirked at Julian's words. He didn't seem intimidated at all, but did he ever? He moved in closer to Julian's face making eye contact with with him. Julian felt anger rush through him because he knew Cyrus was just looking to say some shit to piss him off.
Julian clenched his fists. He felt like he could punch cyrus right in his face. But he knew the man wouldn't go down in one hit and it would just raise hell.
"I see you've been struggling. Haven't you?"
Julian was a bit taken back, although he didn't show it. He had no idea how cyrus would know about his personal life. It made him wonder if someone was giving cyrus information on him behind his back.
"Get the fuck out of here."
Julian matched Cyrus' low tone. There was a moment of silence between words. A quiet, aggravating silence.
"You wanna make some money?"
Julian wanted to just tell him fuck off with whatever he said, but that made him pause. No, he couldn't. He couldn't trust Cyrus. Even if he wasn't lying it would be some fucked up task.
"I said get the fuck out. I dont have time for this shit."
Julian gripped at his gun in his pocket and Cyrus noticed. Gun in the pocket was like an essential when talking to Cyrus.
