His Redemption (MxM)

Chapter 8

Luke

I don't remember much from last night, but I remember driving to that bar, getting shit faced drunk, and getting a blowjob from that total stranger, after that everything else was a blur, until I woke up this morning in the bathroom of the bar, pants down.

It's been a while I'd drunk like this, I didn't even find the stranger I had sex with, I woke up alone, not my finest moment.
That was why when this obnoxious motherfucker showed up, I couldn't make sense of anything for the first five minutes, and he got a few punches in.

My nose broke, and I can feel the hangover double, how did he even know where I live?
And him throwing threats about killing me if I don't stay away from Stefano, who the fuck does he think he is?

I mean I know he already made it a point to tell me that he's a better friend than I'll ever be, but he knows nothing about me, who is he to judge me over a few things he must have heard from Stefano?
I hissed when the wet cotton wool touched my lips, it stung.

I clenched my jaw and threw the swab away, before looking at my own reflection in the bathroom mirror, there was a huge bruise over my eye, my nose had a slight cut on it, and there was a cut on my lip too.

He really did a number on me, and I barely got one punch in, and it's not because I didn't want to, oh if I wanted I would have killed him, he didn't know anything about me and he came barging into my hotel room, the only reason I didn't even touch him is because I'm trying... I'm trying to redeem myself in front of Stefano, and beating and possibly injuring his new best friend isn't the best way to go about it.

I don't even remember his name, I know Stefano called him something when I saw them yesterday, but I can't remember his name because I thought he was irrelevant to all this, but since had made it a point to shove himself into my face and life, I decided to do a little digging on him and I can say, he has a lot about him that I can read from.

I made my way out of the bathroom and headed to the bed, I had my laptop wide open, I picked it up and set it on my thighs while I sat down on the bed, the room was dark, it was still daytime but I like to work in dark spaces, it helps me think.

There was a huge picture of him on the front of my screen and he looked kind of... Odd, his eye color, I know I have strange color of eyes but his is just something else, I mean who in the world has silver colored eyes, I noticed them the first day I saw him and I thought they were contact, but going through this information I had gathered on him and the amount of pictures he had on here, I don't think his eyes are contact lens.

I shook my head, I am completely going off course.
I read through the lines on my screen, Hewitt Cole, that's his name, he's 30, very rich, extremely rich but he doesn't have any legal business that gives him that much money, I frowned and continued reading, strange guy.
He sells drugs, he didn't even bother covering his tracks, I didn't have to search for long before I found out this much about him.
Why isn't he in jail already?

I scrolled down and came across a picture of him, he was putting on a tux and smiling to the camera wildly, I narrowed my eyes at him.
So this is who Stef replaced me with?
I know I shouldn't feel jealous, but I do, I've seen the way he cares about Stefano, and I'm not going to lie, he is a better friend than I ever was.

I clenched my jaw and scrolled past, there was no record of his family, and relationship.... Hmmm.
There's nothing here about that, actually, he doesn't have one.
He's been seen with different women on different occasions.

I sighed out heavily and scratched my beards, what's so special about him?
Why him?
There are a million people in New York and Stef could have chosen any of them as his best friend, but why this guy?