The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

07

Anger erupted from the innermost part of my whole body, as my hands trembled and ached for something to hit on.

My mother.

My own mother.

She went out of bounds to free a fucking delinquent, who was almost at fault for our family's exposure, vulnerability and submission.

My mama. My sweet angel of a mother, she went ahead and freed a wanted prisoner to give her a guest room suite.

"Are you going to calm the fuck down?" My younger by three years brother asked. A whisky glass on his hand, lazy leaning against the wooden desk of the study room.

"I cannot fucking calm down." I reply with gritted teeth. "How do you even utter that sentence, Adrian?" I pointed him with a seething gaze.

He rolls his shoulder and stands straight. "So what, mama was feeling bad for the putta." He voices. "She feels bad for everybody, but you are a dumb bastard to let that slip while she was present."

Well why don't you slaughter me for that, huh?

"A dumb bastard." I repeated playing the sentence over my head.

"Look man." Adrian sighs. "I am sorry alright. You can't expect mama to know about a prisoner and not free her."

"You're lucky I haven't flung you outside the window yet." I utter pouring myself a glass of scotch. "Or blew your liver out for that matter."

It was late and I wanted to sleep and face this messed up shit in the morning when I am less exhausted and less aroused for the mercy of the Lord.

"Well, you're still the bastard." Adrian muttered finishing the drink with one go. "I'll see you in the a.m."

I ignored the man, walking out the study room, closing the door behind him with a click and I light up a blunt.

There was no addiction on my part, whatsoever.

It just helps me get a full night sleep without waking up in the middle.

It's what they say, a wine maker is never an alcoholic.

A drug Lord is never a drug addict.

The door opened again as soon as I blew the second puff of the blunt and pinched the end to remove it from my lips.

"Mama." I addressed the tired looking women ready for bed but still looking somewhat hassled.