John 8:44

Late Night Calls

"What was that? Has it happened before? Is he a problem?" I ask, leaning closer with each question. She shook her head vigorously.

"No. No nothing like that has ever happened before, at least not with him. I uh- I want to thank you for, um what you did. So thanks." She said blushing. Her eyes drifted to the food around us, then to the floor. I could hear her foot tapping the floor, she was clearly uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I couldn't just watch that happen. But don't get used to it. I'm very rarely a polite person. Anyway, the rain seems to be clearing so we should go about our day." I say coldly. It was mostly true, the rain had stopped. Without another word, I pushed my chair back and walked away. When I reached the door I paused for a second to turn and glance at her. She was just sitting there tapping her fingers on the table. Without another thought, I went through the door and to the parking lot.

My beautiful Chevy Impala was waiting for me just as the rain started again. When I got in the radio turned on to a weather reporter to say he sees rain on its way. "A little late there buddy," I said laughing to myself. Turning the car all the way on I sped out the parking lot and down the interstate almost all the way home. As I pull up to my fathers large three-story stone and wood mansion I turn the radio down and slow the car. The semi-circle driveway was lined with foreign cars. That could only mean dads 'friends' were over. And they all seem to have taken my parking spot. With a long sigh, I turned the car and drove around the back to park in the actual garage.

Once the car was parked I attempted to sneak in the back door without being seen. Which of course didn't work.

"Ahhh! Tristan! We were wondering when we would see you. Come here, boy. Sit down at the table. Still driving that trash American car I see." Boomed a pretty bald man in a pinstripe mobsters suit. He pushed aside his chair and stumbled his way over to me.

I grimaced as he pulled me into a hug. A forced laugh came through my mouth. "Uncle Antony," I practically groaned, "Nice to see you. And yes. I still drive the Impala. I'm not fond of foreign." I looked around the table only to see five people. My father, Uncle Antony, Uncle Ronnie, Uncle Perro, and a new man whom I've never met.

My father stood and cleared his throat. "Tristan, this is Al." he directed, pointing at the last man. "He's recently joined us for our ah- poker game." He smiled a wicked smile that would send shivers down a priest. I laughed to myself. 'Poker game, yeah right.' I thought. 'We all know you're running a cartel and you're the kingpin, no need to say poker game.'

"Yes sir, nice to meet you Mister Al," I nodded to him, "I'm sure you want me out your hair so I'll be down for dinner." and with that, I was jogging up the stairs. After entering my room and closing the door I let out a sigh. Springing onto the bed I open snapchat only to see a few unopened messages. Scrolling through, it was just girls trying to come over.

I dial my most recent call.

"What do you want?" A voice said trying to come off cold, but I knew she liked the call.

"Ouch. Is that any way to talk to me? Come over anyway." I respond. All I heard was a beeb beeb signaling he had hung up. About five minutes I text her to come through the back door. Soon after there was a knock at my door.

"Yes?" I yell. The door is pushed open by one of the many housekeepers.

"There's a lady here for you mister Tristan." The woman said. I simply nodded yes. The door was pushed wider the let the ashy haired girl in, then promptly closed after she entered.

"I knew you would be coming, despite what you said." I smirked. She rolled her eyes and sat on my bed.

"Trissy, silly boy," she fixed her hair behind her ear, "don't try to guess my moves."

I pushed her down on the bed, leaned over her and whispered, "What did I say about calling me that?" She grinned. Of course, she got what she wanted. She liked it rough. "Natalia don't play with me today honey, it's been a long one."

"Oh, it has been uh? Well, let me help you forget it hm.." She rolled me over....