Addicted.

'Maybe I am addicted 

I am out of control

But you are the drug that keeps me from dying.

Maybe I am liar 

But All I really know.

It's the only only reason I am trying.'

Prologue. 

‘’We have to get out of here!’’ said Michael, my second in command, his gaze fixed at the huge wooden door.

His already red cheeks were looking as if they were about to burst. The beefy guy will give himself a heart attack if he takes tension like this.

I glared at him and his beefy figure immediately settled back on the chair, ’’Give it a rest.’’

His eyes shot up in surprise, ’’how can you be so calm James? The cops will be here any minute.’’ he shouted, yet again!

I shrugged, don’t lose your calm James, don’t snap! I thought to myself not letting my aggressive side, or rather the only side of me, get the best of me, ’’What can they do? They have no evidence to arrest me for.’’ I reasoned.

He looked at me like I had lost my mind. I responded with a harsh glare, ’’You are one guy everyone knows of, you are the famous drug lord, you are the famous mafia- James Sinclair.’’ Michael said in a bit terrified tone, probably scared about my response to his words.

I smirked at him and ran a hand through my shaggy brown-black hair, I felt a bit irritated with them, they were almost coming to my eyes now. I always liked to keep them neat, ’’You can give that as the opening speech on my funeral.’’

He didn’t really appreciate my joke since he gave me a fed up expression, ’’James—‘’

I interrupted his blabbering by pounding the wooden table in front of me, he looked taken aback, in my defense- I know I have anger issues, ’’No more words from you.’’ I ordered angrily, veins bulging out in my pale arms.

Just then my cell phone rang, saving Michael from my rage, ’’Speak.’’ I ordered. It was my informer Peter, he provided me almost all the vital inside information regarding the cops and narcotics department that was apparently after me.  

‘’Sir, the cops knows your warehouse address, we tried to stop them but two of the upper rank officers got out of our hold.’’ He answered apologetically.

‘’Okay.’’ And I hung up. I called up Tom.

‘’Hey man, where are you?

Tom took a while before answering, ‘’I am at the office, why? Is something wrong?’’

I shrugged out of habit, ‘’Nothing great, Just bunch of cops coming after me. The regular.’’ I let out a chuckle at the end.

‘’What do you want me to do?’’ He asked, loyalty evident in his voice.

I looked at Michael once, who was staring at me as if I was a nutcase, ‘’you and the rest of the men are not going to do anything, okay?’’

‘’But sir? You can get arrested?’’ Tom asked with a slightly worried edge in his voice. He had been working for me ever since I started the business, which is almost eight years now.

I fisted my palm in irritation, ’’Don’t worry about that.’’ I tried to say as calmly as I could and hung up.

In matter of few seconds I could hear the blaring sound of police cars, I grinned to myself, they want to make a grand entry.