DragonFruit

(PART 1: KEVIN) Chapter 1

I had rented a beach house a few days before Kevin called me. The original plan for that day was to have a hot dog for lunch and talk to girls on the beach, then later I would have showered then went to a club. My life was good, quiet, peaceful and blissful. I followed my plan a little, at about 7:15 I woke up and crawled out of bed on to the floor and sat there for a moment. The scene from my room was beautiful. I could see the sand and the waves ridding up the sand then rushing back. A few birds flew overhead, the light was perfect on the water, it was the perfect beach scene. I closed my eyes and prayed thanking God for another day. I had turned my life over to Christ, sort of. We made a deal when I was younger, if he kept me alive throughout all of my jobs I would then retire and give my life to him. I am a bad catholic, I don't even go to Mass as often as I should. But at least I try to pray everyday. 

Around 7:40 I went downstairs to cook breakfast, sausage, eggs, waffles and orange juice. As I waited for the egg to cook for a moment I went in to the living room and turned on the TV and went straight to Netflix then went back to cooking. At about 8:10 I had finished breakfast and another episode of Friends. I brushed my teeth and put on my gym clothes and did some exercises, then watched a few more episodes of Friends. I was bored at home and I was hungry so that's when I decided to go to the beach. In my garage were a black 2014 Lamborghini, I never really drove it, it was just another material thing I desired to have. I mostly drove my midnight blue 2016 mustang, next to that was a white and red Suzuki GSX-R. Today was one of those days I wanted to take my Lamborghini out for a spin. I dressed for the beach and drove the Lamborghini. 

I was walking to a hot dog stand when I saw a group of girls walk over to a smoothie bar. Of course I got distracted from the beauty of women in bikinis. The three of them laughed and stood at the bar. There was one woman wearing a red bikini that I felt like she knew it was a little small and she wanted the attention. Well, she had my attention. She looked over at me and gave me a slight smile. I returned the smile. Her friends watched her and laughed then turned to talk to each other. But the one in red was stilling watching me. Her nose was a cute tiny button nose, her eyes were piercing green, and her brown hair was perfect. There is no other way to describe her hair but as perfect. I walked over to her forgetting about the hot dog and risking everything to talk to this one girl. She was beautiful, I just want to get to know her because beauty on the outside could be darkness on the inside. I try not to judge because I've killed so many people and I've done so many bad things that I think I almost don't have the right to judge. I stood up tall to talk to her. "You noticed me looking at you." I said

"I did." she said leaning on the counter of the bar and bending one knee.

"I'm Irish." 

"I'm American." I laughed because she didn't know I was telling her my name.

"No, I'm not Irish but my name is Irish."

"Oh!" she cried and lowered her head laughing in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, it happens a lot. What's your name?"

"Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becky."

"Well, Becky, has anyone told you that you have amazing hair."

"Yes-"

"Are you kidding me her hair is trash." said her trashy friend interrupting her. "Becky we gotta go. Don't get us confused dude, my name's Rebecca too."

"I gotta go-excuse me do you have a pen?" she asked the waiter. He handed her a pen. "Here's my number." she wrote it down on a napkin. "Text me later and meet us at a party." I looked down at the number nodding and saying "Okay." Her friends pulled her away and as she left she shouted "Remember I'm Becky with the good hair."

"Remember I'm Irish." I shouted back 

"And I'm American!" she smiled back at me. I smiled and watched her walk away with her friends. 

I walked back over to the hot dog stand and got back at the end of the line. I was putting Becky's number in my phone and out of the corner of my eye I saw a man wearing dark jeans, a black tank top, a gold chain, and black Jordans. I finish putting the number in my phone and looked up to look at the man. Then my phone rang, it was Kevin I answered but still looked up at the man. It was Kevin, on the phone and standing in front of me "What's up?" he shouted

"Why are you calling me?" I asked.

"I can't call a buddy every now and then?"

"What's up Kevin?" I said calmly.

"I need your help. Come over here." he pushed me over to a bench out of the line. Why did he call if I were only a few feet away. I end the call and locked my phone. "You know I'm a thug." I nodded. "We'll there's this gang running another part of LA. I need them gone."

"Get your gang to do it." I said

"They did some stuff  but it wasn't enough to get the rival gang to leave."

"Who is this rival gang?"

"They're the Locos." So original I thought. "Their base is a strip club, and they run the area around it.

"I don't know I'm retired Kevin."

"Irish please. Bruce is gone and Lyndon is busy."

"What do we have to do?"

"They buy weapons from this guy called Gun Ho Max, I've talked to him and we made a deal that if I get him some fast cars, he'll sell those weapons to me."

"Huh. I guess I'm coming out of retirement. Pick me up at my Beach house around 10  tomorrow."

"Yes. Homie welcome to the Black Diamond Brother hood, you ready to be a BDB?" He looked at me and all I could think about was how I need a hot dog right now. 

Later that evening I did meet Becky at that party she mentioned, I danced with her and got to know her better.