Loving the Bad

chapter 20

Anthony's P.O.V
Friday 3:30 p.m.
     "Okay bro guess what?" I turned to Chris handing him a cup of alcohol. A couple days had passed since Becca had said yes to being mine.

     "What is it? I was in the middle of hittin a lick when you called me." He took a gulp of his drink. Lately he seemed annoyed with me. I had no idea why.. but he's been hella bitchy for the past week.

     "Me and Becca are dating now."

     "Seriously? Bro I'm not gonna lie to you ever since y'all been talking.. you alot more emotional.." He chuckled. I don't know why he would think this is funny.

     "She's not changing me. I just have never felt this way bout a girl before. No I mean a woman. She's independent. She don't need help from anyone and I like that about her."

     "Ight bro whatever you say. You coming to the clubhouse tonight?" He chugged the rest of his drink.

     "Of course. Be there at 8. Tell everyone to show up."

     Chris nodded his head, stood up, and left out the front door.

Becca's P.O.V
4 p.m.
     We sat on the edge of my bed talking shit for the last hour and a half. "I can't believe y'all are like together together." Marcia had spent the last couple nights at my house. She still couldn't believe that me and Anthony are dating.

     "So that means we can't have any fun?" She looked at me with a puppy dog face poking her bottom lip out. I didn't think she'd want more. I thought it was just a one time thing.

     "Look Anthony and me are starting over fresh. He still trusts me. Believe it or not. But, I'd be okay with it. There's gonna be rules if you still wanna fuck. You can't be so obvious about it. Continue to see whoever you're seeing, Chris or Liam, but not both so you needa pick one. It's not gonna happen EVERY day. Maybe like once or twice a week." I was dead serious about this.

     I know I know. Becca's such a hoe. How could she cheat on Anthony. She doesn't deserve him.

     WELL, it's called being a good best friend. I mean like eventually it'll have to stop but that's until she finds a man to take care of her. Preferably Chris, I mean they seem perfect for each other.

     "For real?" She seemed so excited.

     "Yes, but I swear to Jesus.. if you tell anyone about this or try to blackmail me. I will tell everyone your deepest darkest secret." She stared at me like a deer and headlights.

     "You wouldn't dare?"

     "And you wouldn't dare to tell anyone about this conversation or our agreement." I smiled at her and she nodded, telling me she understands the situation.

     In case your wondering what the secret is.. she told me about six months ago that in her sleep she fantasizes about having threesomes with her mom and dad and sometimes her aunt. She told me she couldn't make them stop no matter what she did. Sick right? I know. I told her I wouldn't tell anyone about it EVER.

     "So my dad is supposed to be back Tuesday. I haven't even heard anything from him since he's been gone, not a call or a text. I texted him once, even tried to call him and I got no response." I was truly heartbroken. I miss my dad.

     Normally, when my father is gone on a business trip he texts me every moment he gets. But, for the past week or so, I haven't heard anything from him. By now he should be in New York, I have no clue where he is at this point.

     "Maybe he's just extremely busy. If you're that worried maybe you should call his boss, or his work."

     "That's the thing Marcia.. I don't even know his boss's name or what company he works for. He's so fucking secretive about his job and it makes me pissed." I put my head in my hands. I was truly fustrated.

     "Look bec-" Marcia was cut off by my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID. Out of state number

*Zzztzztzztzzzzt*

     I picked up my phone and answered it.

     "Hello?"

Anthony's P.O.V
7:45 p.m.
     "Bro, chill out it'll be okay. They'll handle the hospital fees and everything else." Chris tried to comfort me but I couldn't relax.

     I heard that we had been robbed in another state, I wasn't sure which one. But, this rob was enough to throw me off my game, and pause sales for the rest of the week. I needed to talk to my father but he wasn't picking up his phone. His always answers my calls.

     "Chris shut the fuck up before I shoot you in your dick. Get me a couple bottles of cerveza, I don't care what kind but not the cheap shit." Chris exited the room and I sat alone in silence.

     The noise from downstairs was booming through the floor. My father owns the clubhouse. He also owns several other strip clubs and night clubs across the United States and in a couple of other countries.

     During the daytime this place is supposed to be a strip club and bar. At night, I claim the top floor for business purposes.

     I pulled out a blunt, some bud, and proceeded to roll a blunt at my desk while I wait for Liam to get back

*Knock* *knock*

     "Come in."

     "Hey boss." Elijah was currently standing in front of me with a nervous look spread across his face.

     "The fuck do you want?" I was already annoyed. I continued what I was doing.

     "I'm here to re-up." He walked over and handed me a wad of cash.

     Ten, twenty, sixty, one twenty, one sixty, one eighty, two hundred. "Where the fuck is the other two twenty? I fronted you an ounce and a half. Where the fuck is the other two twenty?" At this point I'm livid.

     Elijah has been selling for me pretty much since I started running the gang in Cali for my father. Lately hes been short not by a couple dollars or twenty.. I'm talking hundreds or a hundred.

     Last he came short three hundred dollars. I told him I'd give him one more chance since he's my brother. But, if he fucked it up again he'd be kicked out and there'd be other consequences.

     "About that.. I'm short." He rubbed the back of his head sensing that he's nervous.

     "No shit Sherlock. So where's the money? I told you if you came up short one more time there would consequences! Didn't I?!?" I didn't realize it but now I was yelling at him.

     He nodded his head. "I'm sorry boss. I can pay you back on Thursday."

     "Sorry bud your out of chances and I don't have time to wait for you to pay me back." I reached behind my back and pulled out my gun that was underneath my shirt.

     "Stop smoking your fucking product!!" I yelled once more. I clocked back the gun.

*Bang* *Bang*

     I shot him twice without even blinking or taking a breath of air. Once in the right leg and once in the left knee. I walked over to him, and stood above him. "Tell anyone I shot you and I won't hesitate to put one more bullet between your eyes." He gasped for air but still proceeded to nod his head.

     "Get him out!! And take him to a FUCKING hospital!!" Robert and Davis my security guards walked in and took him out.

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