And it was fast.
The next day, Quinn Hampton was forced by one of his ‘supposed’ body guards to enter a black car that is totally not the car of the day (COTD). He punched, and kicked, and tasseled, but poor young master was up against a 7-foot giant of a man with white scar on his face. Quinn may have been a seafarer, but this man had been a wrestling champion.
They brought him to a secluded vacation house inside a secluded subdivision where he was tied by a thick rope from the waist to upper abdomen. He’s already having difficulty breathing from that stomach blow he got from fighting the wrestler, and now this young master is tied with the tier having a mission to cut his air supply.
“Who’s got the upper hand now?” Franco smiled, both his hands in his pockets. He is surrounded by other men he had never seen except for Jacques.
“You?” Quinn seethed in shock, and then anger.
Franco stood up, offended. “What? No. They did it.” He pointed at the group of powerful people at his back. “I won’t take the credit.”
Quinn’s anger dropped, and so is the air in the room.
Franco continued. “You think I will do this?”
The young master shrugged. “I thought so. You’re way too dumb to plan an attack in a Hampton territory.”
Jacques stepped in. “To be fair, you live in a ship with no gates.”
“To be fair, I don’t remember asking you.” Quinn retorted.
Jacques punched him square in the jaw, which startled Franco. Quinn’s head drew sideways, his lip producing a small dribble of blood from two cuts. “Know your place, Quinn. We have the upper hand now.”
“Really?” Quinn smiled with bloody teeth.
“Bitch you better stop speaking.” Franco warned. He made it sound like he’s threatening, but actually, he just wants Quinn to find less trouble for himself.
Oh, but the Queen doesn’t simply heed any man’s word. “From which cheap-ass superhero movie did you get that? I wouldn’t know because I don’t have time for peasant activities.”
And another punch. And another. Franco would try to stop Jacques every now and then, but Jacques is too angry, to blinded, too vengeful. Jacques is not from High society, and he has been reminded again and again that he will never be a part of it. Franco understood and supported his feelings, thinking it’s because he wanted equal opportunity for all classes. Turns out, Jacques only wanted to step on those who once stepped on him. It’s only Franco’s talented speech writing that made people believe that Jacques is the angel of equality. He felt bad for each intellectual who he befriended for Jacques. They’re actually pretty cool people, and they actually believed in Jacques.
Guilt for Marcus and Sergei, guilt for Harold, guilt for all his friends in New York. His father is right, he has messiah complex.
Messiah complex is the narcissistic belief that you have the duty to help everyone unconditionally. It’s not for seeing them smile, it’s for taking the credit. For popularity. For self-serving justice. His father is right, Franco will try to help someone, but he has a pushy way of doing it. It’s because he just wanted to look right. Now, everybody he tried to help became shit, or dead.
(If I didn’t become Marcus and Sergei’s paralegal…)
(If I didn’t force Harold to expose himself…)
(If I didn’t fool the intellectual community of New York… Now they’re unknowingly supporting communism, or socialism, whatever the fuck this is.)
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Tensions and Attentions
Humor[Completed, new upload] [Book 2 of Bro of my Life] In the High Society Upper East Side of New York, tensions happen. Quinn is a pompous, bratty, and genius capitalist, while Franco is a simple political advisor/activist who just wants to punch his f...
