A Failed Gangster (2)

Waking up and being conscious, what greeted me are mean-looking mobs, wearing sleeky suits. My hands are tied with a rope that hung above my head.

My legs are limped and I can't move an inch, I just stood there observing my surroundings. It did not take long before I noticed that I am inside a dirty warehouse.

Then as if to realize I am now awake, the mean-looking mob started asking me questions.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing there? Are you one of Jayce's men? Give us some info about Jayce the tiger!"

This punk even ordered me like I'm a helpless doll, tapping my shoulders with a steel pipe. At that time, how I wished I did not lie or pretended to be some kind of hotshot.

"Fuck you! Don't you know? This is my turf, am the king of this area. How dare you trespass on my territory! My boys won't leave you alive!"

Cooking up an elaborated lie, that actually is never true! Looking back, I felt pathetic. But what else could an idiot like me have used? My life is in grave danger! I need to let them know that I am quite a big thing.

"Heh! We already investigated you! You are nothing but a washed-up delinquent. Your name has no count! You are pretty much nothing..."

The suit-dressed meanie punctured an aching shit on my face.

'Damn! It fucking hurt my pride. Yeah... I always dreamed to be a gangster. But am not really an OG—a prankster at best!'

Heaving a sigh, at least my mind is still working fast.

"About that hehe" I could only give a slight chuckle.

"See? this guy is a fake! There's no use gettin' worked up on him! let's just kill him now!" The other suit-dressed meanie shouted at the punk who questions me.

Looking at the guy and comparing the two, they seem identical. Two peas in a pod, two baldies in delight! Dang it, they are like Dragon balls about to fuse and summon that Dragon Shenron! I mean that cartoon I used to watch when am still a kid.

Yeah, I know it's not funny...

I looked pitiful—Just wanting to hide in a basket and never reveal my face!

'So should I bluff my way out?'

That's even more pitiful and borderline disgusting.

"About Jayce..."

"Huh?"

"I..."

"Oh just fucking speak or I'll blow your head off!"

The suit-dressed meanie threatened when it took long for me to reply,

'I'm trying to look for a plausible and reasonable bluff.'

And so here comes nothin'

"Well, yeah? Are you talking about that teenage punk? He's my fucking classmate. Of course, I know that scumbag!"

Hearing me speak made them shut their tracks. Oh boy, it's quite effective!

"Hmm mm, yeah? Do you think you would still be alive if we did not know that?"

Look at this dickhead! Still pretending to know! How would I be in class with that punk? I've already quit schooling.

'Investigated my ass!'

'Hmph. hmph. I was right hehe'

Looks like, luck is still at my side, I can still bluff my way out!

After spittin' that to my face the two suited meanies huddled together, I could not hear what they are whispering but I know they are up to no good.

After quite some time, they came to me with a question and a task.

"Do you love your life?"

"Hell yeah I do, who wouldn't?"

I answered without much of a thought. Of course! everyone loves their dear life. The others who said No? They are probably just denying it. On the other hand, me will straight up say it.

But my ears wiggles as I hear their next question,

"Then trade your classmate's life for your life!"

'Fuck! A real life thugs!'

All this time, I never really became a Gangster. I just hope I was! And here I am, witnessing the real shit heads talking about life as if its just some pancake bought at any street stalls.

All I ever did is watch some bad boy movies and took up their weird mannerisms at heart to appear like one. But to be honest, this pathetic activity I did years back never really made me into something.

I only got into trouble.

'Now, look where I am?'

Alone...

Trapped...

And just literally pitiful.

I pretended to gasp in shock. Oh well, that was too much even for a gangster wannabe like me. But I don't understand. Why would they want to kill Jayce?

'Isn't Jayce their new boss?'

They are actually ordering me to kill their boss?