Legacy [bxb]

chapter 4

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Sorry this is so short. I just needed to get something out of the way. It'll make sense with all the other updates.

Song - Dark Times - The Weeknd ft Ed Sheeran.

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Hangovers were painful enough to make anybody want to shed blood.

Neil in this case, was the said victim. He practically made tent on the bar after his brother and Winston had gone to conduct business with the Zyuganov's. Ten minutes after, he'd sent a text message to Winston saying that he was going to get his own ride home. He didn't have one yet, but it was a long night and an opportunity would surely present itself.

After several drinks and several undesirable candidates being brushed off, he finally saw a man who made him look twice. Neil O' Connor didn't look twice at anyone unless he had an interest which could benefit him much later. This man looked as though the only thing he made rain were benefits.

And he was right.

The sex had reached parts of himself that he had long forgotten about. Maybe it was the fact that for once, Neil had given up control to someone else voluntarily. He didn't make a habit of submitting often but this was one of the only good times he was glad he did. Even Winston hadn't been given this much liberty.

If only the great sex could also cure his hangover. It was about eight am when he woke up wrapped tightly in the man's arms, relishing the memory of his strange European-American accent swearing at him in languages he didn't know. It annoyed and amused Neil that this man didn't want to state his name. Perhaps his story of running was genuine and he was just being careful. He could have taken a picture to get someone to try to identify him with the central database but he decided not to because maybe this man didn't need to be caught up in whatever he was running from.

Mystery man was at least owed that small grace.

It was about eight thirty when Neil hit the sidewalk to hail a taxi. He managed to brush his teeth with a spare toothbrush he'd found in the cabinet next to the man's sleeping pills and took a short shower hoping his one night lay wouldn't mind. After all personal hygiene was important no matter what.

It perturbed him how much of a deep sleeper mystery man was, he didn't even seem to stir when Neil turned on the shower.

After the short taxi ride, he ended up at a Wendy's dinner close to the edge of the Southside. Caleb would have his ass ripped from him if he knew that he'd wandered up here and he was right. It was quite dangerous for him to be here especially without protection since there were smaller groups in this area with huge vendettas against his family because of their influence. But in Neil's defence, he liked the apple pie very much.

The O'Connor's had stretched into the parts of the city overrun with little gangs and had taken over their businesses without remorse. They had partially taken over the drug-dealing in the area, leaving the small-time dealers with almost little or no goodwill left. It was a sad, sad reality but just like in the jungle, the bigger animals always ate the smaller ones.

His presence in the area was borderline suicidal because any one of these small-timers might recognize him and decide to take their anger out on him. But Neil never did anything without a good reason.

"May I join you?" a voice brought Neil from his many thoughts and to the food and annoyingly familiar man in front of him. It was actually the badge he wore that annoyed him.

He looked at the uniformed disturbance unfazed "No you can't."

"All the other booths are taken." The detective said a coy smile. Neil briefly let his eyes wander around the restaurant. There were about three free booths.

"Then sit on the floor." He replied nonchalantly taking a forkful of his delicious apple pie.

The detective laughed "Your sass always surprises me."

Neil looked at him calmly "Then you must be really dumb to get surprised all the time Detective Wesley."

"I keep telling you to just call me Wesley." The man said sitting down anyway which stirred some rage within Neil. He hated people who didn't listen. They ended up getting hurt quite often. If he didn't need the man's services, he might have lodged the fork in his hand right into his shoulder.

"I know. But I'll keep calling you detective because I want to know if calling a dirty cop his title actually stirs a conscience inside him." Neil said with a too large smile which made Wesley flinch a little. "Or maybe you've actually forgotten what that means."

"I wonder if you called me down here just to insult me." Detective Wesley asked stirring his coffee. Neil looked bemused "Are you trying to convince yourself that you're important to me? Because you aren't my dear Detective. I could have plenty of dirty cops to do my bidding whenever I feel like."

His worlds both angered and crushed Detective Wesley.

Wesley often wondered why he was never at the frontline of the family business. Maybe because it suited him better to remain at the background doing all the filthy jobs. He reached into his jacket and brought out a small picture and handed it to Neil along with several folded papers "This is all the info I could get on this guy. His name is Rollins; don't know much about him but all I know is that he takes on all the serious cases. Every time there's something big, he swoops in and crushes it. He's untouchable."

Neil read through the information with lightning speed absorbing every little detail without failure. His ability was both a gift and curse to him. In his childhood, his teachers had been obsessed with it, a child who could remember anything he read or saw with laser-like memory. They had hopes that with his abilities he would carve away from his family and make a good name.

Hopes were all they'd ever amounted to anyway.

"Thank you." He said after reading the papers before folding them neatly and stuffing into his pocket. Neil then produced a rolled up wad of cash and handed it to Wesley right under the table. It was about five thousand. A decent amount for the information provided.

"Can I ask why you need this info? I mean I wasn't exactly told through the normal channels." Wesley asked flustered.

Neil eyed him intently. It was that look that always scared Detective Wesley right to the bone. The kid could make even a grown man shit himself. He cut up his pie and ate it slowly "Thank you for the information provided. I'll be sure to reach you whenever I have a problem."

Neil stood up throwing a couple of bills on the table to cover his meal and walked out. No one questioned him. They already knew him. Detective Wesley felt his phone vibrate on the table. He looked to see that he'd gotten a message.

Unknown

If you ever question me again, I'll ram a fork into your eyeball. Have a good one Detective.

There was no question about it.

Neil O' Connor was a fucking psychopath in a twenty year olds body.

Just a quick one, is anyone confused at this book so far? Somehow I feel like this could be a possibility.