From cheater to sweet mafia (Completed)

A jog for trouble

Chapter 30

Fucking Russians!!

These jack asses have the nerve to give me an ultimatum with my stock. Only decreasing it by 30 fucking percent.

Ugh. What barberic shit did they have for breakfast because that shit sure has them thinking their so high and mighty.

I hate start up mafia's like this one. Don't they know the aspect of negotiation?

They are damn well lucky I didn't give them a piece of my mind. Truly, truly unbelievable.

Tough ass. I really don't want to entertain such nonsense and I plan to cut ties with them. Might even kill their leader while I'm at it.

I just needed to get home and sleep.

It was around 11:45 pm the last time I checked the time. I opened the door and from the corner of my eye I saw Amber sitting next to Rose. I couldn't care less at the moment as to what their were doing.

I made a b line for my bedroom upstairs, as soon as I got in and closed the door I was greeted by the darkness that enveloped the room. The light shining from the moon was the only thing illuminating everything.

I walked to switch the lights on and close the curtains. Just as I was about to sit down on the bed, a knock on my door occurred. I sighed. Annoyed, I walked to open the door by a crack to see who it is. My eyes landed on a brunette head. Lowering they connected with two black orbs gazing up on me, concern and a hint of anger filling them. I was touched that she was the first person to check up on me since I came back. And I guess I do owe her an apology for not contacting her for three weeks.

I'm too pissed off about today neither can I tell her about Rachel.

I grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her into the room and pinning her to the wall. I raised my brow and she knew she had to explain herself.

She stuttered before saying, "I- I just wanted to know why you were gone for so long."

"Business."

"What kind of business?"

"Mafia business."

"Well then who was looking for you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because," she paused and said," I want to know what could be so important that you couldn't even contact us."

I stayed silent. "I don't have to answer to you." I walked away from her and towards the bed. Sitting down I removed the suit jacket, leaving myself with my pants, shirt and vest on. I undid the tie around my neck and folded the sleeves of my shirt. I looked up at Amber with her arms folded, I asked her, "Anything else you want?"

"No." She said, her eyes squinting.

"Good then you can see yourself out."
She did so. Not even looking back she closed the door and I could hear her entering the room she'd previously occupied.

Damn it!!

I just need something to hit right now. Something to lash my anger out on.

I decided to go downstairs to the basement, put on some boxing gloves and punched the punching bag as if it were that Russian bastard.

My arms were tired and I'm sure my nuckles were bleeding from the continuous blows I delivered. I repeatedly breathed in and out heavily, my heart quickened from all this exercise I've been doing.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Walking back up and entering my bedroom, I headed to the bathroom and sat down on the closed seat of the toilet. Throwing my head back, thoughts of how Amber was just so pissed at me when she left my room. How her eyes changed from concern to anger and disbelief. How her brows just scrunched up within an instant of me saying those words.