My Valentine Yakuza (BxB)

Chapter 5

Yehey~~~ Lazarro's getting his own P.O.V. !! Why? Because I like him ^_^ initially this story was just supposed to be narrated only through Robin and Cain's views but hey *shrug shrug* ,, Anyways!! Enjoy my lovelies XD

Lazarro's P.O.V

The fucking piece of shit.

I looked at the blue top and shirt with so much hatred I was surprised it hadn't burned or turned to dust by now.

I sighed and ran a hand down my face.

No way was I wearing this piece of fugly cloth that that stupid school called a uniform.

Seriously?

I picked up the set of clothes and threw them to the side of the room, it landed with a soft whoosh on the red carpet.

I went through my medium sized closet. I picked out my favorite black leather jacket with a hood, my silk white v-neck button up sleeveless shirt and my trusted black combat boots. Nothing beats combat boots. To top it off  I took out my earphones and hung it around my neck plugged into my cellphone which was tucked into my denim jeans which weren't too tight nor too lose like that JB dude had.

I swung my black messenger bag that contained my laptop, tab and other devices over my back, and picked up my oversized glasses from my nightstand.

I didn't bother with my hair, I never cared much for it anyway.

I paused before I opened the door, about to walk out when the piece of shit clothes caught my attention.

I sneered at its state, happy to see creases form on the cloth excited to come back and finish the job later, a few holes wouldn't hurt it, it already looked like somebody puked on it anyway. Who knows? Those holes might actually make it look better.

I slammed the door shut, my brows forming into the usual frown of concentration I wore.

I looked at my watch and cursed--- I never thought I was gonna say it-- I'm not gonna say it, just know that it has something to do with being late for a certain dumb thing.

It annoyed me to have to go to school -- more annoyed because I seriously did not want to waste my time on shit I learned years ago.

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

If only Cain never ordered me to go. If it had been someone else I would have said hell no. But Cain wasn't somebody else. For me Cain was father, brother, friend, boss and protector all rolled into one huge hot mess.

His physical features were clearly 'up there'  and wasn't something you argued about-- it was fact.

Though I had  a suspicion it wasn't just his sister I was going to be protecting but also that boy he had clearly developed a obsession on, I didn't mention it, or the fact that I believe his sister both set them up. I wasn't an idiot.

I walked straight into the kitchen, people were already bustling about, some called my attention others nodded to recognize my presence. The kitchen as well as the dining room were two very big rooms that could fit a hundred people at a time, but then every room in the Compound were either very big or very elegant.

I picked an apple and a bag with my name on it off the counter and sprinted out. Black, big and intimidating motorcycles dotted the parking area outside, their shiny metallic bodies glittering in the sunlight. I envied all of my brothers and sisters who got rides like this, I would have gotten a big assed motorcylcle years ago but apparently Cain still thought I wasn't suave enough to ride one.

I rolled my eyes at the thought, thinking that Cain was an idiot for thinking so.

A black and sleek limousine waited for me, this was one of the things I admired about Cain, he had style. I got on it, giving an absent-minded nod to the driver a middle-aged man with a thinning hairline.