I jumped when I felt a tap on my shoulder, after that phone call, I was shooketh to say the least. But, when I turned around it was only Gang Guy.
"Jesus Christ dude, do you not know how to knock?" I exclaimed.
He shrugged "The door was open, and if you didn't notice, you're kinda in the way." As he pushed past me, he grabbed the phone that I was still clutching in my hand.
Turning it over in his hand he asked me "Why do you have my phone?"
"Umm, funny story actually. You see Cosmo threw up... actually it's too long of a story to tell right now. Anyway, it ends with someone calling you and me picking up. They wanted someone named Nicolas? Which is funny because they obviously had the wrong number, but anyway then they gave me a death threat before I hung up."
"You dumbass, Nicolas is my name." Gang Guy said.
"Noooooo silly. You are Gang Guy." I explained, because it was obvious that he was not getting the memo.
"Noooooo dumbass, I'm Nicolas. Gang Guy is just a dumb name you came up with for me, which isn't even accurate. No one else fucking calls me Gang Guy, so I would appreciate it if you didn't either."
"That means that the call was actually for you and I told them that they had the wrong number! We need to call them back and apologize!" I say, jumping for the phone, but, alas, Gang Guy - or should I say Nicolas - being the rude human being he is, yanked it out of my reach.
"Uh, I don't think so. You got them off my ass for now, which is like the one good thing you have done in the entire time I have known you so, please, don't ruin it." Nicolas told me, while tauntingly dangling the phone right out of my reach.
Finally I stopped jumping as I was getting quite out of breath, and instead decided to pout to get my way. "Pwease? I know you're not as rude as you think you are. Let me call them back."
"I don't think so pumpkin." Gang Guy replied, while tucking his phone away.
"Well, if you won't let me do that, at least tell me what they meant when they said that you "fucked up"."
Suddenly Gang Guy sobered up. "They said I fucked up?"
"Uh yeah. They said that you had one job and you couldn't even do that right or some shit and then they told me that they would kill you which, in my humble opinion, is neither fun, nor fresh."
Gang Guy flapped his hand. "I don't care about the damn death threat, I have never screwed up a job in my life, so I don't what they could possibly be referring to."
"You don't care about the death threat? Are you out of your mind? The job you allegedly fucked up should be the least concerning part of this phone call." I screeched.
"I've gotten many death threats and I'm still alive, so I don't take them very seriously anymore." He responds.
"Okaaayyy," I say crossing my arms. "But what was this job that you were supposed to do?"
"None of your damn business."
Before I could respond with another cutting remark the front door opens and a very loud voice, with a very noticeable Russian accent exclaims "What's new bitches?"
"Oh my god, Dmitry." Gang Guy groans, running a hand down his chiseled jaw.
"Dmitry? Is this a friend of yours?" I ask, now intrigued. Anyone who can elicit a negative response from Gang Guy, is a friend of mine. You know what they say: the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
"I wouldn't say that..." Gang Guy starts only to be interrupted by who I could only assume to be this Dmitry.
"Friends? Only friends? No, no, no, Big Dick Nic here and I are besties." Dmitry exclaims while throwing an arm around each of our shoulders. When 'Big Dick Nic' goes to throw his arm off, Dmitry lands a wet kiss on his cheek. I have never seen Gang Guy so flustered.
"Oh my god? Are you guys dating?" I squealed. Either way this was definitely something to tease them about.
"Ah, shucks." Dmitry says, not at all surprised or flustered. "You think I would date this hunk of junk? Nah, we're both straight. But don't worry, even if I wasn't, Nic here is so not my type."
"But then what's up with his nickname?" I ask confused.
"Oh you mean Big Dick Nic? Well between you and me, I saw it once, and buddy it is one big lollipop if you get my drift." Dmitry answers.
"That's a good nickname, personally I like calling him Gang Guy, but I kinda like the ring of Big Dick Nic, he is kinda dickish sometimes."
Gang Guy bursts in, "I told her that Mafia Man was more accurate but she wouldn't have it."
"Huh, sounds like someone else in this god forsaken world also likes to bully you. I think I just obtained a new BFF." Dmitry says, sliding over to me.
"Yeah Small Dick Nic, you just got demoted to sidekick." I said mockingly.
"I am not anyone's fucking sidekick," Gang Guy growled. "And my dick is certainly anything but small."
"Oops looks like I pissed off the millimeter monster." I laughed.
"Is Mr. Teeny Weeny mad?" Dmitry mocked.
Gang Guy threw up his hands as Dmitry and I high fived.
This house was just about to get a lot more interesting.
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