THE MOURNING MAFIA (DUAL VOLUME)

Finding Mr. Walkers!

Earlier in The Morning, The Alicia Mansion.

A man in his drowsy state, grabbed a glass of juice on his way lying on the stand nearby his bed. He sipped the sweet drink, but as the taste didn't impress his taste buds, he kept the glass back on its earlier position. Still, in his half-awake form, he pulled out his vest revealing his perfectly sculpted and well-maintained body; totally justifying the title he carried with himself.

Tossing the vest in the corner of the room, he entered the white floored room which smelled of his expensive cologne which he used the previous night before going to his bed. The smell hit his perfect nose whilst his pink thin lips twitched from one side to another in amusement.

Opening the white curtains, he stepped in the shower area. Removing his remaining garments, he turned on the knob as the cold water hit his perfect body.

He ran his manicured fingers in his damp hairs for several times and then shaking his head for an umpteenth time, he stretched his hands on either side of the wall, as the water continued to flow down his back.

After spending full thirty minutes in relaxing his nerves under the shower, he turned the knob off. Grabbing a black velvet towel, he wrapped it around his waist. His stony chest still dripped wet whilst his gorgeous face was filled with small droplets of water that made his whitish and little bit of yellowish skin shine as he stood in front of the mirror examining himself with a grin.

"Who has given you the right to be the specimen Among the male population, Walkers?" He asked, staring at his reflection in the large mirror.

A witty smirk formed on the sides of his light stubbled face, his dark grey eyes filled with mischievousness, added to his male beauty.

He took another towel and wiped off his face and chest while drying his hairs he walked out of the washroom humming a tune.

Still continuing his activity he made his way to the bedroom area when a pillow was thrown on his face by the culprit who was sprawled on his bed flat on his belly.

"What the fuck, Ash? Why are you singing a song early in the morning?" Came the curse by none other than, his ever so famous and complete jerk, of a best friend, Rex Jones.

Rex, the multi-millionaire but the other name of an absolute jerk was Ashton's childhood best friend.

Now, our mind may wonder that they might have a typical best friend story, like each one of us. But there lies a twist in the tale because these two best friends used to be arch enemies in their school, but it is rightly said that our heart is the one to decide.

Same happened in their case when in their mutual primary class, they ended up sitting together. With just span of two hours, their hostility was replaced by the most strengthening friendship of the world and as they grew up to be two different personalities, Ashton took up the charge of being the more mature one among them whilst Rex has his own ways of living his life.

"Get up you Dimwit. Don't you have a company to run?" Ashton walked to the large dressing area that was on the opposite side of his bedroom.

He heard a frustrated groan and a messy head popped out of the brown comforter giving a glare to the man who was walking in the towel swaying his hips in a perfect model way. Typical Ashton Type.

"Remind me Arse, why are we even friends? You always seem eager to get rid of me!" He complained throwing the cover off himself revealing his semi-naked form which only comprised of his bottoms whilst his chiselled chest was on display.

Rex stood up, putting on his vest which was discarded on the floor carelessly.

He made his way to the large black and grey combination Walk-in-Closet where Ashton stood with a frown.