Chap 24:A New Job(Past)

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  "Huh?" Nacho asked, hesitantly putting the bag back into his pockets.

  "You know Devon right?" Michael asked, at the same time thinking who the fuck would name their son 'Nacho'.

  "Maybe,why?"

  "I'm buying the usual for him." Nacho crossed his arms in doubt before lifting a left eyebrow.

  "Is that right? What's in the 'usual'?"

  "The fuck should I know? Devon just said the usual."

  "Ah damn, you fucking clean, you never done it have you?" The dark skinned man said, swaying his arms back to his sides in disappointment.

  "No shit I haven't, I'm just buying it for him, so could you please give the bag and let me give you the money?"

  "Why should I?"

  "Because the man asked you nicely." A third voice sounded behind Nacho, seeing a tall man crossing his arms walking towards the two of them.

  "Devon? What the fuck is going on here? Is this an ambush?! You said you were coming alone!" Nacho took a gun out of his back pocket, aiming it at Devon before swinging the gun towards Michael. Devon pouted and did as he gestured, putting both his hands up and walked towards Michael nonchalantly. Beads of sweat now forming on Michael's pale forehead, mimicking Devon, he also put both his hands up in the air. Nacho took his phone out of the other pocket, dialing a number and started yelling at the device. Michael took this time to advertise his rage towards Devon.

  "What are you doing here?! I thought you didn't want to risk yourself? Now he thinks he's being played! I swear to God Devon if I die today-"

  "Chill, you're not going to die. Just wait a sec." As the two of them stopped bickering, Nacho calmly answered his phone when it started ringing again.

  "Yeah boss, Devon and some blonde dude here, I think-" He pauses before furrowing his eyebrows.

  "But sir- Yes sir, to the bar? Ok." The dark skinned man sighed before hanging up the phone and put his gun down. "The two of you, clean out your pockets and put them in this bag" He takes out a garbage bag from his jacket pocket and threw it on the ground, pointing the gun at the two of them again, watching them as they slowly empty the contents of their pockets and putting their belongings in the bag. Michael stuffs  the folded hundreds into the bag before Devon sticks a gun into it. Michael stares at Devon with wide eyes in disbelief.

  "You brought a fucking gun!? What's up with all of you and guns?!"

  "They look fun." Devon answered as a smirk formed on his lips. His black hair being blown by the wind reminded him that he should've worn more clothes.

  "Shit I'm freezing,now what do I hear about a bar?" Devon asks the man with a gun. Nacho picks up the now heavy bag before pointing his weapon towards the door in the building beside them.

  "Go inside, the boss wants to see you." Devon shrugs his shoulders at Michael before leading the way into the door. Michael following behind him with the gun pressed onto his back.

 "Whoa whoa, chill dude. Chill."  "Shut up and keep walking." Nacho hissed back harshly, urging Michael to get his two feet moving. Michael obediently shuffles forward as Devon opened another door, hearing billiard balls clinking onto each other as well as beer bottles being smashed into another.

  "Full house today, huh." Devon says, Nacho immediately retreats the gun into his jacket, yet still pressed against Michael's back.

  "Any sudden movements and your spine will be shot in half, now get to the back."

  Arriving at the door at the very end of the bar, Devon knocks on the door loudly, not bothering to gain the other side's permission, he pushes the door open and struts inside. Seeing a man on his mobile device sitting on a leather chair, he lifts his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looks up slowly while stuffing the device into the pockets of his suit.

 "Where are your manners Mr. Sullivan? And Tony please take the gun off of his back, I can see the kid peeing his pants." Apparently his formal name as Tony, he lowers the gun in content before closing the door behind him.

  "Take a seat." The man in glasses says, pointing at the cheap plastic chairs in front of him, Devon sits down almost immediately as Michael hesitantly looks around the room. Nothing but a book shelf pressed against the wall behind the man who was sitting behind a modest plain oak desk.

  "So, what's up?"

  "Tony informed me about a new deal that he was going to do today, expecting to only see you, Mr. (Y/S). But I'm not stupid, I know that Mr. Sullivan would've wanted to join in." Devon's smirk disappears as fear washed over him, an audible gulp in his throat before he opens his mouth.

  "You were taking a wild guess, and you got lucky."

  "I'm just going to ignore that insult. Now, seeing that you desperately needed money so bad that you were willing to buy drugs for a teenager, I would like to offer a job for you Michael."

  "S-sir?"

  "Help Tony on the job, sell the merchandise and give it to him, and he will handle the rest. And Devon, you will be the bartender, you will be the eyes and ears, listening in to any conversations and identify any threat to my business." As he finishes, Devon lets out a snort.

  "Is there something you find amusing?" He asked, Devon crossed his arms bringing out his teenage mind.

  "Threat, to you 'business'" Devon said with air quotes.

  "You look rich as fuck, why work in a mediocre bar? You gotta be shittin' me right?"

  "Exactly, mediocre bar, a place not for attraction yet still has many customers, now do you see the point?"

  "Wait, let me get this straight." Michael says, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

  "Putting whatever you juts said in less words. You want me to sell drugs for you, is that it?"

  "Yes." He nods, crossing his legs with the other while resting both of his hands on his right thigh.

  "I'm not going to do that."

  "So you would rather let your sister miss out college?"

  "H-how do you know that?". Michael asked in disbelief just as the man chuckles in amusement.

  "I would do anything to expand my business, even if it meant investigating into the lives of petty little people. Very boring I must say. A teenage boy like yourself earning this much money within three months is nearly impossible. So, for you to sell my merchandise, I am willing to lie for you."

  "Lie about what?"

  "You parents work for me. There's a new plan I'm doing, Pan Estates. I will make sure that the company will ensure of your sister's education, but I'm not actually giving any money. You're earning the money and I'm just going to have to pretend that I gave this to your parents. Do you understand?"

  "Ok, so." He pauses, rubbing his temples. "I sell drugs, earn money, pretends as extra money from company to parents for sister education...that way (Y/N) gets to go to college and I won't get busted for how I got the money." The man nods. Michael lets out a brief smile before nodding.

  "Ok, deal." Devon was too busy lost in his own thoughts, imagining himself as a 'spy'. Grinning at himself he nods as well.

  "Awesome, Michael and Devon, the teenage dea-"

  "Shut up, Devon." Michael interrupted him.

  "Good, good. Now, get the fuck out of here."

  "Wait, what's your name? Like, what do I call you?" Michael asks as he opens the door, Devon snatching the garbage bag from Nacho's hands, growling at each other immaturely.

  "Mr. Prescott."

 

 

 

 



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