He was in love.
Swaggu, the cold-hearted-CEO-gangsta mafia-alpha-male-wolf-god-knows-what-else, was in love.
It felt pathetic, swaggu thought. He never had expected himself to fall so foolishly in love. Yes, he had heard stories as such. Hell to that, he had seen his closest friends , the ones who years prior had been his most fearsome comrades, fall into love and out of their golden days, wistfully following their love like a poor, attention-deprived puppy dog. One such example was his closest pals, who he had been sitting beside him for the past hour, rambling about the world's most stupid things ever swaggu had no interest in. Gone were the days when he and ady could drive up to the bar, drink the whole lot and talk about senseable things like money, murder, women and sex. And then get drunk like a baby, call Sam, their designated driver, get home, and wake up the next morning with a terrific hangover.
No, Ady was a changed man. He now had a wife, expecting their first child next November. He had set his record straight, meaningfully cleaned the blood out of this hands, won the heart of this women who he said he loved. He no longer was like swaggu, who killed people before breakfast, destroy his rival companies after lunch, slipped down warm glasses of whiskey in the evening before promptly bringing a faceless girl home. That was his dinner for the night.
But now, swaggu was weak. He felt weak. He hated being weak. He can't believe he let the cupid strike him, right at his chest, where his heart resides.
" Man" Ady said after he slopped down another shot of tequila .
" Never thought I'd see a person like you fall in love" he snickered, motioning the bartender for another shot.
Swaggu heaved a heavy sigh. Ady had always been like this. Annoying to its finest, he loved to pick on people, the moment they show even the slightest signs of weakness. No, he was one of the only people who'd dare to pick on him, though Swaggu let it side everytime. Yes, Ady was annoying. Very annoying. But Ady also was a tactical genius, and skilled in any area that included knifes. Swaggu's thoughts pondered back to the time when Ady was still active. They used to have fun together. Ady's favourite game was torturing. He was the best in that area. As long as Ady was at his side, Swaggu could get hold of every information, every single sentence and words out of his victims. His torture methods were revolting, that's why swaggu only had the honour of visiting the torture room, once or twice in his life. And gods did he despise his time there.
" So, who is this girl?" Ady asked.
"She's.... Someone."
"Dude." Ady sighed, rolling his eyes. "You just didn't call me all the way from Hokkaido, yelling at my phone that it was an emergency, just to tell me you loved 'someone'. Be serious now."
" I am serious."
" Yeah, you always are. At least tell me why you love her. You can't tell me that atleast, right?"
Could he? The thing is, swaggu doesn't know himself. Why he had fallen in love so carelessly, and he had choosen only her. She wasn't anything special. She wasn't even his type. But, for some reason, she just felt right.
" I guess, maybe she's sexy?"
Was she? Well in swaggu's eyes, she was the sexiest person he'd met.
" Care to elaborate?"
God. This confession is harder than he thought I was.
" She- I don't know. It's just, when I saw her, I felt something."
" Felt what? Got hard or somethin'?"
" No."
Did Ady sometimes get on his nevers ? Yes. Definitely. If they didn't have so much of a history together, swaggu's would have wrung his neck by now.
" It's just. The way her hips sway to the music, they way her face lights up to the song, the way her voluptuous chest rises with every breath she takes, the way she licks her lips when they're dry, the way she dances to the rhythm. It's just...."
" Just what?"
Mesmerizing. Beautiful. exotic.
But all that came out was:-
" Nothing. Forget about it."
"Cheh." Ady said as he rose from the stool.
" Your a lost case mate. That isn't love. It's lust." He said , a hint of disgust and
Exaggeration in his voice, lazily striding towards the exit, his dark brown long coat on his shoulder.
Turning around he said, " get yourself checked by a doctor, swaggu."
Swaggu let out a chuckle.
" The one that needs a doctor is you, lover boy. Going back to your wife? Sacred are you now?"
Ady laughed. " Maybe I am"
" You changed, Ady."
" Yes I did. And it's high time you do too."
Turning around, he left abruptly.
Swaggu felt anger, coursing through his veins. He quickly drowned it down with whiskey. He couldn't lose it. Not here anyways. He'll deal with it later when he gets home.
He wasn't going to change. He choose this life for him, and lives by his own morals. No body could change him. Yes, maybe ady did change. But Ady was weak. Weak at the heart. Ady always loved kids. Ady fed the stray dogs and cats. Ady played soccer with middle schooled boys. Ady let his niece put makeup on his face. Ady ate swaggu's horrible cooking as if it was the best he'd ever tasted. Ady was weak. These things about ady made swaggu nauseous. Stray dogs and cats? Kids? If ady wasn't so soft, nobody would know what kind of job he'd do in the shadows.
But swaggu was different. He was difficult to change, impossible even.
Like hell he'd change. Over his dead body.
As swaggu gulped down the last of his whiskey, his mind wandered to else where. Those soft, red lips. He wondered if anyone else have had the privilege to taste them. That small, fragile body. And those long, slender legs.
Suddenly, wind gushed in through the door, declaring yet another arrival at the bar. Swaggu looked over, and the caught on to the sight faster than any bullet he had shot.
3'11 in height. Petite frame. Small waist you could wrap your hands around. Voluptuous chest, nice gyat, long lustrous hair, long enough for swaggu to wrap his hand around. Was he a pervert for thinking such things, for looking at her that way. Maybe he was, but he no longer cared. Ady was right, this isn't love, this is an addiction, obsessiveness boiling in his heart over her, to make her his and his only. And he wasn't a bit ashamed.
Feeling pride over the fact that the cupid had yet again failed to strike him, he walked over to the woman.
He had to take yashu home tonight, no matter what the case is.
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A/n:- to my classmates reading this, especially swaggu, yashu and Sam. I'm sorry. Pls don't kill me. Yashu, pls don't throw me out of the grp. I promise I'll be nice. :)
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