U n d e r w o r l d

Part one -

Ares

The sound of a gunshot echoed in the room along with a blood curling scream as the man in front of me dropped to the floor. "dispose of him" i said to one of my men. He followed my order and picked up the now dead body and flung him over his shoulder and walked off.  I looked around the room one last time before leaving. The room was spacious a good place for killing someone. The walls and floor was a black so it would be easier to get rid of the blood. There was a chair in the middle of the room with a small table next to it where the person i'm torturing at the time would sit. i wouldn't usually do it myself id get my right hand man, Freddy, to do it because i have better things to. The only reason i had done it this time is because the man i had killed whos information about a man who owes me lots of money. i looked at the paper in my hand while walking the corner of my lips went up.  "You ready to go boss?" my driver asked as i walked up to the car. i grunted in response and went into the car and sat down. i was on my way to kill a certain bastard. We arrived at a apartment. it wasn't a nice one in fact it was far from it. It looked like it would collapse at any second. My driver opened up my door and i stepped out the car. I pulled my gun out in my pocket, made sure it was hidden and walked into the apartment building and up  the stairs looking for number 7.  When i found the door the sign with the number was already falling of. I knocked on the door and waited for it too open. I waited 5 minutes and no one awnsered so i knocked again still no answer so i knocked again until someone finally opened the door.

Dylan 

My head was pounding and the knocking on the front door wasn't making it any better. Deciding I should see who is knocking at the door when it's fucking 9 in the morning I pulled the thin blanket off of me and walked to the front door knowing I probably look like a donkeys ass. I opened up the door just as the person was about to knock "what" I said grumpily while yawning "You look like shit" the voice said it was a mans voice and it sounded hot as fuck I looked up and my neck almost broke holy Jesus fuck this dude is tall he looked around 6'4 or something while I stood at 5'3. I scoffed "I wasn't expecting anyone at 9 in Ye fucking morning" he raised one of his eye brows and decided to take a proper look at him. He was hot to say the least, he had dark brown like really dark almost black and the same with his eyes. I could stare at them for ever he also had a good body build he had muscles but not too much unlike me where as I was a short scrawny kid. He smirked and I realized I had been caught basically checking him out a light blush covered my cheeks but it was barley noticeable I think. "What do you want?" I asked starting to get annoyed with the older man who I have yet to learn the name of but I really couldn't care less right now I just want to get some sleep before he gets home I shivered at the thought of him. He straightened his dark blue suit jacket and put his hands in his front pocket with his pinky hanging out. "I'm looking for Jason Miguel" he said "his not here" I said before going to shut the door on him although he put his foot to stop it from closing and opened it again. I rolled my eyes and lent against the door frame. "I know he lives here where the fuck is he" he said with so much dominance in his voice that I'm pretty sure the people next to our apartment could feel it. "Like I said he isn't here come back later" I replied hoping he caught on that I didn't want him here. "Well then I guess I'll just wait here" he walked passed me and into the apartment who the fuck does he think he is? "Sure just make yourself at home" I sarcastically said as he looked around the living  room
"When does he get home?" He said. I looked up at the clock that was in the kitchen across the living room it was still another 3 hours until he got home.. well there goes my sleeping time "at 12 why do you need Jason anyways?" I know he was my dad but ever since I came out as gay, and yes I'm gay, he refused to have a 'faggot' as a son "He owes me money" he said of course my dad owes him money I scoffed and plopped my self on the couch going through the channels. "Of course he does" I mumbled under my breathe and apparently he heard it because he said "does he owe lots of people debts?"
"Nothing you need to know of" I replied turning my attention to the tv. The man must have gotten bored looking at the photographs because he sat next to me. He was about to say something until the front door was banged open "well lucky you his home early today" I groaned and turned off the tv. I stood up and So did the man. We walked to the kitchen where my dad was. "Someone says you owe them money" I said leaning on the counter. My dad head was still in the fridge probably looking for beer "well be useful for once and tell them I don't give them a fuck" he grunted out. "There's no beer and  they invited themselves in and he is still here" my dad closed the fridge and turned around looking behind me presumably at the man.

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