Ghost from the present (18+)

#Five: In which he loses his focus.

Damn, if I'd known dad would dump this on me I wouldn't have said yes in the first place... I huff, lazily looking around the venue from our private area upstairs seeing multiple guys scatter around down below to set everything up for later tonight. Since the pre-fights are starting today, everyone is on edge.

The last time the WMC went down it got interrupted by the cops, or so I was told. Personally, I don't give a damn if this whole event gets scrapped. As long as it continues, it just means more fucking work for me. I heave a sigh trying to ignore Mr. Pry's yapping in the background. He sure does like "prying" into other people's business, so I guess he lives up to the expectations of his family name... I think as I lean back on the couch while taking another sip of my drink before glancing back at Pry.

He's one of my dad's associates and gives us a lot of information about all sorts of things. He works as a banker and has a lot of influence in this town we can use to our advantage, simply because he's one of the higher-ups. Personally, I'd rather get rid of that imbecile sooner than later. I put down my glass barely unable to hide the irritation on my face any longer. For the past ten minutes, he's been yapping about all sorts of stuff. I'm getting impatient. My father obviously didn't want to tend to him either, that's why I got freaking stuck with it.

The only difference is that my dad is better with words than me. Truthfully, I'm a fucking pig. I'm supposed to follow in his footsteps, and all our subordinates are trustworthy and loyal to both of us. But I fucking hate politics. Of course, I know everything about the family business. There's no going around it, really. I accepted that a very long time ago, but unfortunately politics comes with the job as well.

Still, there's nothing I rather wanna do than shove the barrel of my gun down this guy's throat. I grumble, taking another sip of my drink trying to calm myself down. How can someone be so happy and ignorant at the same fucking time? I can't wait for the day I get to do the honors and learn him a lesson. Maybe I'll cut some of his fingers off? He can make do without a few. Tempting... I grin to myself as Pry keeps rattling to me about all kinds of stuff in a happy mood, or rather to himself.

I could shut him up in a second, the only problem is I don't wanna deal with the mess that comes after... I believe he's talking about his wife and daughter at the moment and I choose to ignore him for another few minutes. He doesn't even notice that I haven't heard a word he's said ever since he opened his mouth. Bloody idiot. I shake my head and take another glance downstairs to see that most of the preparations are done already. Micah, where the hell are you anyway?! I grumble to myself as I take another sip from my glass. I rather solve things with my hands than using futile words on this moron... Micah's my only chance, otherwise, I might end up doing something stupid. I'm counting on you and you were supposed to be here half an hour ago, dammit!

Dad snatched him away early this morning. I don't know what the hell he's supposed to be doing, but he has Sonny. So what the fuck does he need my right-hand man for? I haven't seen Micah at all since he left the mansion this morning. I tried texting him earlier on but he just said that he needed to run some kind of errand for my dad, that he'd be here in time. Punctual, my ass! They are definitely keeping me out of the loop, and I don't like it one damn bit! Dad looked like he was pondering over something this morning while he was in an unusually good mood. Which usually means trouble...

Another ten minutes drift by and I get more and more irritated by the second. Eventually, I decide to send my dad a quick text. *Need to talk. I'm getting pissed off that you keep using my men lately. Let Sonny do your damn dirty work. FYI: If Pry keeps yapping about his wife and daughter I'm gonna shoot him, his wife, and fuck his "lovely" daughter to death. Why do we keep him around again?* Irritated I place my phone back on the table. Seriously dad, what the hell are you plotting?!