Bossman

Chapter 9

I had no idea how to feel as I walked into this. I wanted to at least know how to prepare myself. If I need to run, I will. If I need to use everything that I have not to let him know how much of a wreck I am right now, I will.

He opened the door almost as soon as I knocked, I didn't think he would be waiting for me. I immediately saw the shape he was in. It was almost enough to devastate me. He had slight dark circles. They were much different from his usual glowing skin. He was distressed. You could easily tell by his weak body language. "I was told you wanted me?", I'm sure I had a look on my face that said it all. That I wasn't here for games. He stood back and motioned to the little couch, not saying a word. Even in his distressed manner of being, he managed to be a tall form of grace as he walked back to his desk. His hands were in his pockets the whole time, and they weren't his normal clothes either. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans, and just any old T-shirt. He still made them look clean cut, if that's even possible.

He didn't say anything, he just sat in his chair looking blankly at the surface of the desk. He was deep in thought, I recognized that expression. I remember a lot of them, I've been able to decipher his moods almost the entire time here. I could decipher his mood now. He's drained. But I can't quite put together what he could be thinking of. I hope it's nothing that could possibly bring me down any more.

He finally spoke up, and I figured it would be slow and drawn out. "First of all. I want to talk about last night.". It wasn't drawn out, his speaking was still firm and confident. But that didn't matter, my heart was already racing. I couldn't possibly imagine what he was going to continue to say, nor did I necessarily want to. "I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have handled it like that.". It was then that I sat back and let go of the breath that I had been holding in. I still didn't know what to say. I was a little dumbfounded that he cared to apologize.

I slightly nodded my head, almost as if telling him to go on. He looked down at his hands. I don't think that he was thinking about his words this time. I think he was simply hesitating. He almost seemed scared. How funny is that, him scared in front of me. Yeah, I doubt it. He stood up. He instantly made cold eye contact with me. "You really want to know what it is we do? The vile things we are prepared to do at any time? Our world of insanity? Because once you know, there's no going back.". I couldn't help but slouch, not saying a thing. That was sudden, and quick. Like he wanted to get it out of the way. I didn't know what to say. It felt like a dream. A dream in which I was holding the keychain That held all of the keys for the doors standing in my way. And I had to decide which one was the shiniest.

"Just so you know, telling me all of this doesn't change anything. You could be selling puppies for a living. You could be running the world's most top secret hit man company. That doesn't change the fact that you've kidnapped me. There will be no miraculous love story.", my hands were folded under my chest by the end. That was one of my ways of meaning business. He smirked slightly, looking down at the desk. "I know that. For now, I don't expect you to. You'll realize you're wrong soon enough.". I didn't say anything back. I couldn't when I got the feeling that what was making him smile was the image of the both of us happily together. That image made me want to smile too. But not now.

"So show me, Bossman. Invite me to your sanity.". Something changed in him all of a sudden. That glow was back in his eyes. Almost like the thought of his 'work' made him happy. I don't know why, but that gave me some sort of reassurance. And that scared me.

He stepped out and around the desk. He grabbed a folder, walking over to me. I took it from him when he extended it to me. As soon as I opened, I wanted to know every little thing that was in there. I wanted to know every single little secret that was being kept from me. On the top, there were a good few pages stapled together. I would guess around 3 or 4 pages. I sat the folder down next to me, picking up the stapled papers. "That would be every person who is currently working for me.". There were very easily 30 to 40 names here. I looked up at him, as if asking. Once he nodded, I started to look through the names. Luke was first. His name was there, along with his title. Leader. I kept looking though the names for a few minutes. I wasn't too interested in just names right now.

I sat the names down on my lap and picked up the next thing in the folder. "That's a list of all the jobs we've taken in the last 6 months. We've had a few intense ones lately, so there's not many. There's also an amount next to each job. That's how much we made, before it's been split up.". The first one made my skin crawl. Assasination: . .$500,000. The name's had been excluded. I didn't care, I was too appauled. I looked up at him, standing up quickly. The papers fell off my lap along with the ones in my hand hitting the floor. "Assasination, Luke? You kill people?". He stepped a little closer, unfolding his arms. "People come to us wanting a job done. If we like the price, we do it.". His voice wasn't as cold as it usually is. It was weirdly sincere.

My hand came up to my mouth while my other resided at my hip. I started walking around impatiently. My mind was racing. So many questions and thoughts were popping up. I was trying to decide which of them to ask first. "Cliff notes please, what else am I going to find in that folder.", I'm sure I sounded absolutely frantic. "The jobs we do range a little bit. Whether it's taking care of a target, picking up shipments of various drugs and transporting them, obtaining certain information, or simply supplying some of my guys as help on some things. Some jobs pay much more than others. And we tend to make enemies along the way with these jobs.", he was so calm as he spoke. Almost like explain this was nothing to him. I couldn't say anything, I didn't know how to let the words leave my mouth. This was positively insane. "We have a warehouse about 5 miles up the road. That's where most of the business goes down. That's where I give out jobs to everyone, and where they can find information. That's where we keep our supplies and weapons. That's the core of our organization.".

My arms couldn't help but drop to my sides. And I'm sure I looked like my spirit had left my body. Like everything I've ever know was a lie. "Just say it, Luke. Gang. It's a fucking gang.". My voice cracked, him and I both knew I was about to absolutely fall apart. "It's a gang where you and all of these lunatics kill people. Where you handle fucking drugs. It's where you do the dirtiest fucking work in the world.". As soon as I stopped, I turned around. I knew the tears were going to fall. And they were. My sign of defeat had come. No more playing hard here, now it's all gone. This isn't a dream. This is my life.

I turned back around to face him. I didn't care that I looked like a mess. But he did, he kinda stepped back with a surprised look on his face. "It's where you kidnap people.", it absolutely killed me to say the next thing in my mind. "And, And I have absolutely no idea who you are.".