Valentino

11

As soon I landed in New York winter was kicking in, tress werebear just like my soul.

"Mr.Valentino, nice to see you return," said my assistant and head security Art. I nodded up and down with no words. I was back to my own hell, "Sir, your uncle is planning to travel to Oklahoma, is seeking your presence. There is a casino he is buying off and well, there is a certain person is his very intrigued by and seeking your approval."
Fucking Oklahoma!
What in the world or who in the world can be in Oklahoma??
We land in dirt fucking heat that Oklahoma had to offer, this fucking shit is horrible.
My uncle had already beat me to the Casino the night before, he wanted to check out the merchandise before he gave an okay.

I don't know why that man wasn't book smart but he was street smart. Anything that had to do with revenue was read and study by me. Yea, I'm fucking money wizard, I must get that from my mother, she's a mathematician. The driver takes me to Indian tribal grounds surrounded by dirt and clay grounds, making the ground look like waves of oranges and browns. As we drive further in the wind picks the dirt making small swirls of wind mini tornados around the black Suv.
We pulled up to parking as I spot a skin kid on the floor crying as one that looks like he's twin has knocked down two of my uncle's guards to the ground. I walk to strike the kid on the back of his head with the butt of my gun, his body went down.
My own dogs take both bodies to a conference room to tie them both down to chairs. My uncle was already there with the chief of the tribe, "Alek."
"Uncle." I nod to him as I walk towards him, "This here is Chief Black Elk and this is my soon to be the heir."
Anytime he mentions I was to take his throne it was show off or show dominance who knew when it came to him.
"Chief Black Elk, we greatly appreciate you giving us permission to enter your land."
I extend my arm as we shook and I give a little bow before the Chief; whose family has gone through hell and back.
My uncle was opportunist, only he knew what he was doing or going.
"I will leave you, boys. Alek, pleasant to meet you, friend."
'Friend,' the word seems so foreign but I knew there was a hidden agenda behind the word.
"Alek, one of the men before me owns this casino lot money and the other is a great fighter in the underworld, I want him on my side before ...."
Before he can finish the young kid with define muscles lets go of grunting noise as he wakes upstarts moving his body to let go of the restrains.
To untrained eye, someone would think he's just moving but in reality, he's looking for weakness. I saw what he was planning in my head; I took quick strides to grab the rope behind making it tighter and I notice his body drop as his legs relax.
Intuitive I grab his boots off and that's when I notice a shining knife drooping as I kicked away. With that, I heard a burst of loud laughter escaping the devil's mouth and words exchange between the two men as the other one sobs and cries.
The room is soon filled with the scent of sulfur, the weaken boy urinated all over himself, as the face of disgust was plastered all over my uncle's face.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GAY! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT US?"
This kid has some balls to yell that at me, who the fuck does he think he is.
Before I can even make a remark my uncle lets go of an evil laugh, "Figlio is not gay I promise you that but if you're into some anal sex I'm part sure I can set you up with one my guys who were lock up a lot more than he should of."
There goes another loud snob with screaming, "NOOO Look I'll get you the money I just need some more time." Screams the weaken boy.
A guard comes around the end as they gag up the loud sobbing boy.
My uncle strides over to the boy, "There's nothing you can do, what is done is done. There is only one way to pay your debt that is bypassing it to someone else."
I knew there was a wholly different motive behind this purchase, not only did he take the casino but rules were completely different than our rules, they governor their own. Not only did the tribal sell their soul and now the two kids in front us belong to him like another trophy in he's shelve
"FINE! WHAT DO YOU WANT? NO, I WONT FUCK YOUR DOG!"
The kid with the massive balls yells.
I wanted to laugh at his remark but I knew I was going to mimic my uncles' behavior so, I choose to stay quiet.
"No fucking involved. What is it with you Americans? All you think is of Sex and Rape is the best revenge and way to pays debts.
NO NO the best way to bring a man to his knees is not with sex no, ITS WITH HIS HEART AND SOUL. See no one wants more than to be loved and Soul makes you feel hmm what you Americans call it, save? Everyone feels the need to be saved."

How fucking right was he?
He owns my fucking soul and my heart was left in Italy. There was no saving me from this life I belong to him.
The devil in bulletproof Armani wool suit.
"Figlio, you took down two of my men, strongest men. I want to start underground fighting into this piece of shit place casino I think you would be perfect."

There is was he looks down with defeat and surrendering, the life he knows is over.
He's world now only belongs to him.
"Fine."
"Perfezionare, Meet us here tomorrow by five am."

Here we were in place that seems like a hall or conference at one point but it's now going to be a showroom with a ring in the middle of it, there was the kid name George Parker. My head security got all the information about him and his family. Father was a first-class sergeant who lost he's life in the war leaving three boys on their own with a woman who was an addict to anything in a bottle. I let my quiet ninja come in just for this, the silent ninja that I still knew very little of other than his name is Akihiro, where ever he came she did too. Elena the only woman who had me submit to her behind closed doors, she walked with her usual kick-ass apparel, tight leather pants, combat cami with a black leather biker jacket, "Alek, it's been too long."
Knowing that her sentence had a double entendre, "Elena, apparently not long enough."
I cringe at the woman before me, I wasn't in the right mind frame to even comprehend her, I was too broken, too much a shell of a man.

A fucking a man I don't know who or where I am going. I was walking in this world with my tail between my legs, where I lost a major part of my light. Here I was looking outside at a person that reminds of me all those years ago. I see him standing tall with one leg forward and the other back, as he waits for Akihiro to make the first move. A move I wasn't even expected when it was me before him but George was. As Akihiro made his famous flip to kick twice in the face he bounces back to the only land a furious punch into his back. Akihiro was thinking he was going to land on his hands but he landed flat on he's back. He let a groan of a sound that no ever heard from, fuck no one even heard him talk. That was enough to make me move closer leaving Elena on her own, fucking bitch was petting between my legs like attention whore that she was.
But my dick only wanted one person.
A person who I can never have.

Akihiro quickly used he's legs to get up from the floor but it was too late George had used all his weight to pin his pelvic bone down to the mat with his knees as he laid massive punches into his rib, weakling him. "Enough."
He got off he's body as Akihiro stood up placing both of his hands together bowing at me and then George. He earns Akihiro respect, as he never bows to an opponent, took me months before I can even get him to bow.
But I knew there was a difference between George and me.
The difference was when I first jump into the ring I had nothing to fight for, he did.
I approach the ring removing my overly price jacket folded my white sleeve up letting my suspenders drop to the side of my sacks. If my uncle walked in he would be distraught to my unholy primal behavior of not giving two shits about Armani.
There stood before me George, calculating my every step waiting for me to make the move, this was a game of who was the alpha in this ring. But in realty I just wanted to feel pain against my skin, I wanted to feel anything but being heartbroken.

I move my shoulder quickly making him think I was going to strike but I didn't, he did. He landed a punch into my face I whip the blood from the corner of lip and I felt my face let go of wicked smile, for the first time I felt alive.
But in the same time it woke something inside of me, a force that might have been asleep all this time. I quickly place all my weight to my right arm landing a punch into the right of his ribs as my left fist landed to the right side of he's face, rage consume both of us.
We both fought like if there was a trophy in the end but there was nothing just two heartbroken men letting go of all rage that consume our bodies into each other.
This was a dance of death of letting go all the pain that infect us like a disease with no cure.
We didn't stop until the smell of metallic invades us and we drip sweat that was mix blood. Both of our bodies wanted to stop but we couldn't we both had something to prove. "Stop"
I heard a feminine voice as for a minute I close my eyes I thought it was her. But realty came striking with a iron fist impact into my face making me fall on the ground. I don't get knock out but I lay there with my eyes close remising her smile, her eyes.
Just as I open my eyes a brown worrisome eyes appear as George was held between two men and gun leaning against he's facing.
"Leave him."
They let him go as I get up shoving Elena away from me.
"Worse thing a man can do it fight for something not worth fighting for." She spoke.