My middle finger salutes you (Unedited)

Chapter 1

"May I have a Smirnoff Apple,please?"I asked the bartender.

I should probably introduce myself,huh?

My name is Roger McNice. I'm a 28 year old doctor and I'm also known as my neighborhoods 'Nice Guy'.

"Your drink,sir."the very attractive bartender said giving me my drink.

"1 Mimosa,please." a hot girl next to me smiled at the bartender then me.

I love being bisexual.

So it's my weeekend off from the hospital and I just want to relax.

Suddenly someone reached over my shoulder and stole my beer. I spun around to face the guy.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"I asked the guy.

The guy finished my beer and smiked.

"Oh,you'll do just fine."he said.

I was going to question him but I felt a prick at my neck and everything went black...

I woke up in a office,on a couch. I looked over ro a massive bookcase full of books. My eyes landed on a desk with a nameplate. It sounded vaguely familiar. The door swung open and I shot up.

That  was a mistake.

I was hit with a spliting headache.

I groaned and laid back down on my back.

"Maybe not 1 of your best choices,man." the guy who entered said.

I looked at him. I know those stone cold,grey eyes. That deep,hoarse voice. This bastard bullied me all throughout high school and uni.

Of coarse,that was before he dropped out.

"Malcum Lee,I didn't think I was going to run into you again."

He seemed shocked to hear my voice,see my my face. He looked at me,a smile creeping it's way on his face.

"Well,well,well. Look what the cat dragged in. Roger McNice. You'll be perfect to order around town." Malcum said.

I sat up,slowly this time. I faced him and licked my lips. He was leaning against his desk,smirking at my confusion.

"Care to elaborate?" I asked.

"Well Roger," he breathed "you know I dropped out off uni and disappeared. That's because I became a ganster and under circumstances,the leader."

"Wow. That's so cool." I said flatly sarcastic "Now where do I fit into the picture?"

He growled at my sarcasm and clented his fists.

Maybe being sarcastic towards a ganster leader isn't the best idea,but hey,I'm Roger McNice.

"You grew a backbone,McNice." he growled "But to answer your question,you are my spy. There is a war going on and we need information on the others."

"Me? A spy?" I asked incredulously "I'm a smart mouth doctor not a gangster spy..."

"And that is why your perfect for the job." he cut in "nobody will expect a good guy doctor to work for the most feared gangster leader in all of Chicago. But if your unsure,we'll make a deal. Your going to fight 1 of my best fighters,and if you win your out,if you lose..."

I stood up "Yeah,okay,I get it. Who am I fighting?" He smiked "Of caorse."

We walked out of his office and down the hall of a massive warehouse. On the ground floor,there was a high fenched cage without a gate.