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"The boss sent a message, he wants to see you," Logan groaned, I could see he was trying to stay cool but his grip on me tightened and I could see his other fist clenched together.
"I don't have any business with him, he can go to hell for all I care," Logan grimaced, he wasn't in for any chit chat.
"No one tells the boss to fuck off, I thought after prison and maybe being fucked in your butthole you would have learned a lesson or two," the one who spoke now was scar faced. He appeared to be the leader of the gang as he was the one doing most of the talking, as he talked his devilish grin on his face fell on me.
"I didn't know after prison you would still be interested in women,"
"Fuck off, Caleb" Logan called his name for the first time in the conversation, they weren't strangers; he knew exactly who they were.
"I would like to fuck your bitch right here, she seems-" he was yet to finish when Logan angry fist came landing on his face.
"Don't you dare call my woman a bitch," The other gang members stepped forward to retaliate but were stopped by someone who came in between them.
"Stop it,"
Oh no, shit, shit, shit. It was Mark, what the hell was he doing here. I am so screwed; I could see Logan eyes widened as Mark interjected.
"Caleb this isn't the place or time," Mark tried to be the voice of reason between the furious scarred face and a bewildered Logan.
"Then let your little dog know he better watch his back, the boss isn't so forgiving," they said before leaving.
Logan glanced at me, his grip still right on me. "Are you okay?" he asked, he didn't seem to care that Mark was there. I nodded as I knew I was in one hell of a messy situation.
"What are you doing here Mark?" Logan asked, trying to quench the palpable tension in the air.
"What do you mean, what am I doing here? Your fight is literally round town on everyone's lips. It isn't exactly a secret. I couldn't come early. Had a busy day at the bar. Since someone refused to show up." He said looking at me now. "I came to pick you up, let's go home," he responded, walking away without even so much as a word to me. I glanced at Logan to give him that "We are so screwed look."
But he knew, we were way beyond screwed. We were fucked.
10
LOGAN
When we were kids, and the world wasn't as cruel, Mark and I made a pact.
It was a sunny day at the beach, we were just ten and innocent of the barbarity of the world. Mark has always been my best friend, and more so, he became a brother to me. We would often go to the beach to build castles and pretend to be on rivalry teams just so we could tear each other's empire down.
One day during the game, I let winning get into my head and annihilated his entire sand kingdom and he was left with nothing. Mark was crushed as he had spent hours working on the Castle which was now all gone due to my selfishness and insatiable quest to win.
Mark got furious and retaliated by equally crushing down my kingdom, I got infuriated as it was the rule of the game that once you are being annihilated you take the walk of shame and leave. But Mark was breaking the rule and I punched him.
Yes, I have always been known to be the guy that throws the first punch but Mark, even though he knew that his strength didn't come anywhere close to mine, still decided to engage and we had our first fight that day. It was brutal, we both ended up in the hospital with bloody noses.
"It is all your fault," Ten years old Mark refuted me as we both lay side by side in the hospital bed.
"How is it my fault that you couldn't take it that you fucking lost," Ten years old me had already learned a lot of profanity words. In my defense, I grew up in a toxic and unstable home, and swear words were being thrown around like there were some sort of toppings on the cake.
"You destroyed all I worked for," Mark tried to explain before bursting into tears, that was when I remembered this wasn't an enemy, this was my friend, my best friend.
" I think we should stop playing sandcastle," I suggested, and Mark nodded.
"I think we should," Mark agreed. As much as we loved going to the beach to play sandcastle, our friendship was important and that was how we navigate through life ever since then, whatever we discovered might pose a threat to our friendship, we would let go of that thing.
But this wasn't a thing, or some castle game, this was Kayla.
I had become obsessed by her presence, the way she made me feel, she was fascinating, her intelligence, the way she drove me crazy.
She ismy best friend's little sister, and I knew how he loved and protected her. Yesterday after the clash in the toilet, we drove home in silence, and no one uttered a word. When we got home, we all made our way to our respective houses, I was glad that he didn't confront me last night, I had already enough action for one night but knowing Mark, my luck wasn't going to last.
