World War III

Oh Why Bother; Bobby

"Yo, Bobby" Croaked a masculine voice from the back of the car, making me snap back to reality.

"Yeah?" I replied, my cigarette smoke escaping my mouth in the process.

"You sure she can handle him? I mean he is from a enemy mafia group you know what I'm sayin'?" The voice, who belonged to my Blue Cobra partner Johnny asked for the millionth time.

I nodded slowly, thinking over every word that my partner said twice and maybe even three times.

"Yeah, Clover's a tough girl, she can handle 'em" I responded after a minute or so of silence, "Well, at least physically that is"

Lifting my hand to take the cigar out of my mouth I slowly recapped what had happened since I left Clover and Harold. Two opposite gender and completely opposite personalities made into children born from a Mafia godfather and a mother they never got to meet. Being twins their height was very different from each other- well at least that's what I concluded when I left them. I can still remember when Clover used to wear pigtails almost every day to preschool. But gradually after her middle year of Kindergarten she would come home crying saying a boy was teasing and picking on her.

I would often chuckle and say in response along the lines of, "Don't worry, the boys that tease you are the ones that like you"

She would often laugh but as she entered elementary school she stopped wearing pigtails and her attitude had changed from cheery to absolute misery. Saying the boy had called her other things such as "Little crying bitch" I would get furious. Investigating the boy who tormented young Clover while Harold was the one comforting her most of the time I found out who had been picking on her. A tip from a neighboring syndicate said that the boy belonged to our enemy and rival Mafia.

Clenching my jaw and tightening my grip on the steering wheel my cigarette broke from the pressure. Ash trickled onto my pants and the cigarette was hanging on by a small piece of tipping paper.

I heard Johnny snort behind me, he was obviously enjoying how I swerved like a drunken driver across the middle white line of the road.

Going back into the peaceful thoughts of my mind I continued to think about my two children, my eyes softening in the process but I blinked back tears.

I could imagine Clover being angry even at the sight of me and might even consider attacking me physically. But. . . I would have needed that because of such an asshole move I did. I'd think that since I haven't gotten a notification about Clover ever being sent to Prison or Jail was because Harold had always kept her in check.

I chuckled softly, then rolled down my window, hearing the squeak of the glass rolling down the rubber. Pulling the remaining cigar out of my mouth I flicked it out of the window, narrowing my eyes as I did so.

"You want to tail 'em, make sure that White Tiger boy don' mess with 'er?" Johnny asked suddenly, shuffling around causing slight squeaks of the leather seats.

"Nah, if he does she can take care of him, I believe in her" I replied, reassuring Johnny not to worry about Clover.

Letting out a long sigh as I slowed down when we neared our base, or hangout basically for the Blue Cobras I spotted silhouettes of men on the side of the base. It was a rather shabby club that most people would consider a stripper club, in my opinion it was a disgrace to the anatomies of a woman but. . . It wasn't my choice to place the gang at this club nor did I have a say in it.

As I parked the truck I spotted a few of our members arguing with some. . . foreign gang members. Opening the truck I stepped out, putting on my sunglasses in the process and reaching about 6 ft. 8 in height. Lifting my hands and pressing them together I began to crack my knuckles and head towards the argument.

"What's going on here?" I asked, my voice getting deeper and more intimidating making them stop arguing completely.

"W-who are you? We were looking for Bobby McAllen" One of the foreign gang members spoke in a shaky tone, probably of fear of my height.

I heard a husky chuckle from behind me, "You didn't know that 'Ol Bobby there is the man you be lookin' for?" Johnny spoke, coming up behind me.

They tensed, then stood straight, the other one began to speak in a sort of formal manner.

"We have come from the White Tigers syndicate to inform you that your daughter, Clover McAllen, has sent Jason Shanice, son of the White Tigers godfather, to the infirmary."

I began to laugh, and they looked at me puzzled but I could hear Johnny chuckling quietly behind me.

"Are you doing to inform me about every time my daughter sends that foolish boy to the infirmary?" I asked after a few minutes of laughing.

"Look, I don't care if you're next in line to be the godfather of this Mafia gang, do not call our Jason foolish. Take a look at your daughter for example" The one who had spoken formally changed tones completely.

They pulled out a picture and I narrowed my eyes to see it in the bright light of the sun. When I did see it I tensed, it was Clover, well a picture of her at least.

"Where the hell did you get this?" I growled, attempting to snatch the photo from the smaller man but he quickly retracted his hand.

"Ah, a magician never reveals his secrets does he? Now tell your daughter to lay off or we'll have to force her to" His voice was like venom and I hated it.

I narrowed my eyes and swiped my hand over to his shirt collar, picking him up by it and staring him dead in the eyes. I flexed my arm slightly and slung him at the dumpster that was near and the other gang member just stared at me.

"I don't need to tell my daughter shit, I left her and her brother so they can fend on their own" I replied, well snapped basically.

Snorting at first, Johnny took out his phone and snapped a picture of the guy still struggling to stand up after I threw his body at the dumpster.

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Hey! I hope you liked a little sneak peak as to what Clover and Harold's father is doing now and if you want to know more just comment and I'll add to this story!

Keep in mind this is my first Non-Fiction story I've ever attempted to write so forgive me if it's a bit off or not as well as you were expecting.

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