𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛..

𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑 of vision and a ringing in the ears takes over Vishal's mind set as he stumbles backwards, "That was a cheap shot, prick."

The smell of leather gloves, the rhythmic sound of Ransom's footsteps on the canvas filled the air along with low and raspy chuckle from the mobster, "What's wrong, Vish? That assistant filling that puny brain of yours, huh?"

"You're a real piece of shit. You know that, right?" Vishal bites back, always easily irritated whenever his out-spoken assistant is ever brought up. He scoffs stepping to the side of the boxing ring, "Leave Jen out of this."

A sly grin plasters against Ransom's face, "Oh, we're at nicknames now? That was fast."

It had been just over three months since Vishal hired a new assistant for himself as he worked as CEO of Callahan Security. It was family run and it had just been over twelve months since he took over from his father once he retired. They were known for being hot on people's tracks and leaving no stone unturned when it came to finding information.

It was a multi-billion dollar security company that had been operating since the late eighties. Clients ranged from high class members of society straight through to upper ranks of government. It was a competitive business environment and rivalries were common but Callahan Security was the most prestigious nationwide.

"Oh, don't twist my words, man." Vishal rolls his eyes towards Ransom who has been a good friend over years and more recently a business partner, "She told me she prefers to be called Jen so what am I gonna do? Say fuck that and stick to formality? Nah."

The head of the mobster arched back as laughter escaped him, it echoed through the built in gym within Vishal's office as his laughter increased seeing his friend's irritation continue to grow, "That'll never get old. Riling you up over that blonde."

"Shut the fuck up." Vishal scoffs, stepping back into the middle of the boxing ring, "Come on, I wanna hit you a few more times before I have to go."

Ransom's laughter dies down with a shake of his head before stepping back, bringing his gloves up in front of himself and continues sparring with Vishal, "More meetings?"

Vishal quickly dodges one of Ransom's blows, "Sister is back in town so there's this dinner.."

"Since when did you have a sister?" Ransom crooked a brow, as though this was brand new information.

The short moment of distraction flooding Ransom's mind gave Vishal the upper hand as he hits the mobster against the jaw, "Since I was adopted. Do you seriously ever listen when anyone fucking speaks?"

"Not really." Ransom says with a straight face and a simple shrug to the shoulders.

If it had nothing to do with him, Ransom never had any interest to pay attention. Unless it could be used to his advantage and as the head of the Boston mob, information on people was crucial. He would often be described as arrogant, cutthroat and a selfish bastard. But did that phase him? Not in the slightest, hell, he found it complimentary.

"Heard the Santiago deal fell through," Vishal blocks a blow from Ransom who immediately scowled at the conversation topic, "We feeling all nice and calm about that?"

"Don't say another word." Ransom bit back with a harsh stare, "The fucker deserved what he got so I don't give a shit if the deal fell through."

"Mhm," Vishal let out a small grunt from a hit to his ribs but didn't stop his eyes hinting with amusement at his friend's scowl, "So it's got nothing to do with him working alongside Marcetti?"