Another love of bad boy

Chapter 5

Kaiden's point of view:

What a contradiction. I'm in a gang and yet I'm studying law. The world is really not what it used to be; thugs like me go to school and the little ricos become the future unemployed. But the law has always interested me, will know why. Maybe because I'm always faced with justice.

I'm continuing my advance towards the dilapidated warehouses in front of me. If the judge really thought I was going to leave the Cobras then he's even dumber than I thought. Just like my host family for that matter.

After school I climbed directly into my baby; my 1969 chevrolet camaro towards the Cobras landmark. My car is the only thing that belongs to me, failing to have a real home and a family.

But finally, after more than 30 minutes, I arrived. The guys are going to be surprised to see me, who hasn't set foot at HQ for several weeks already; I have been quite busy lately. Fortunately, my host family didn't ask me for my schedule so I told them I was finishing late so I could come here.

- Hey man what are you doing here? asks me for a broken voice as soon as I entered.

Obviously Sam is still lying on the couch already quite worn, surrounded by other guys just as bad as him. I wonder if this guy leaves that damn couch once in a while. Even though he is only 40 years old with alcohol and drugs, he has aged a lot; result, you'd think he's over 55 with his gray hair and big baby.

- I'm here to see the boss.

- Yeah you better have a good excuse not to have come for days. The boss is at you. Prepare to suffer.

Suffering, I know. Unfortunately, when the boss gets, we all take it for our apple.

Without further ado I leave Sam always wallowing on the couch and runs along a long corridor before stopping at the only door it contains. Without bothering to hit, I go home as if I were at home. While knowing full well that I would never have a real home. Cobras is the most akin to a family to me even though I know it is not really a family. All I know is that I could always count on my 'brothers'.

"Well, well, here is quite a surprise," said the man who is right in front of me in a chilling voice.

Sitting behind his desk, the boss doesn't even look up from his computer on the table. Two malabars dressed as Men in Black are stationed at the corner of the room. And none of these men exude sway.

"I was busy," I replied, standing in the center of the room.

"Yes, I understand that you have had some trouble with the law.

Finally, looking up at his eyes from the screen, the boss stares at me with a penetrating look.

- Apparently you were sent to another of these families.

Indeed, no need to justify me, the boss always knows everything that happens.

- In any case, now that you are back you have a serious interest in getting back to work. I have several deliveries for next week so you better not escape me as you just did.

I nod without comment. In any case it would be useless since no one ever contradicts the boss.

Waving my hand to get out, I leave the room and find him again to climb this damn corridor in the opposite direction. When I got outside, I was about to open my car door when a completely different voice interrupted my gesture.

"So you don't even greet your best friend," said a cheerful and ironic voice.

I look at Louis with a slight smile on my face.

"My best friend," I said, scratching my chin with a bewildered gesture. Yes I was hoping to find it around here but I was apparently wrong.

"Ah ah ah but he's funny," he replied, raising his arms in the air theatrically. You should stop law school and become a model; with your physique you would have no problem becoming famous. And while you're riding on the porch with a chick on each arm, I'll stay here like our old Sam.

"Oh but I see that our fates are already all mapped out," I said, shaking my head with a desolate air. But then why would I bother talking to you?

- Because you're not riding on the porch yet and I'm not old enough to be called "ancestor." Not like our old Sam who's already an endangered specimen.

Louis always has the last word so I might as well avoid talking for hours. At the same time, he doesn't quite mind about "our old Sam" as he likes to call it. Just as it doesn't quite twist on my Greek god physique. And yes, I'm not vain at all.

"So," he says, "how come we haven't seen you for days?"

- I was sent to another foster family, again.

- Damn it. And they're cool?

- Since when are the host families cool?

Instead of answering me, Louis shrugs with a defeatist gesture.

Even though I am tossed from foster to foster, I still prefer my situation to that of Louis who lives with his drunken and violent father. His mother left them when he was 5 years old and neither Louis nor his father ever saw him again.

- I understand that there will be a new delivery soon.

- Yeah the boss put me on the spot.

"You had to expect it. We haven't seen you in days, but even if you leave the Cobras always come back to see you.

And yes, Louis is right. The boss just reminds him that my life belongs forever to the Cobras. Not wanting to think about it at the moment, I decided to shorten this conversation.

- Good man I have to go there.

- Ok to more.

With these words, Louis enters the warehouse while I get in my car to go home to my new host family.