Diablo,Dinero,Chapo

Wesley is a wealthy gym owner who's is wheel chair ridden, but he doesn't let it hold him down. He always has a big smile on his face, Wesley like to cook and sleep in. he keeps to himself after growing up on the west side of town he made it big owning the only five gyms in the city.

Chapo is the boss of the Loco Diablo crew and is feared by everyone in the city, but everyone on the East side knows what he looks like. If you piss off Chapo there is nothing to stop him from getting to you, not a gang or building that will stop him from getting to you.

These two cross paths when Wesley ended up on the wrong side of town at the wrong time, but nobody can stop this friendship.... not even a God.

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I hear a growl like a demon, I spin around in my chair and come face to face with dark brown eyes streaked with amber, holding a murderous glare.

I gulp and turn my chair around, what the hell do these dangerous ass man want with me. He walks up to the man next to me the one that was trying to jack me. His arm cocks back and connect with the man next to me jaw, I listen to the sicken crack of knucks on bone as he drops to the asphalt unconscious. He broke his jaw with one punch, could hear his teeth click and crack from the force, I watch him closely he has the build of a quarter back but he's only 5'7 he can't be more than 5'10. Dude he just knocked out was as least 6'4 how did he even reach his jaw.

He turns his attention to me I swallow thickly, what did I do, he'll kill me. I stare into his eyes but I don't feel his murder gaze like before he just has a bone chilling glare.

"You good" His question more like a demand for an answer.

I nod softly. He turns around hauling dude over his shoulder with little to no effort.

"You saw nothing" He barks out in a low no bullshit tone, I nod quickly. As he disappears around the corner and down the alley.