If Only..(Part 1 And Part 2 Included)(Under Edit)

Chapter 7 - Keep your Closer, Closest.

One week later,

Jereff, who seemed to be aged in the mid of thirties, was engrossed in his desktop, with a frown in his face. He was a well built person, and had a subtle beard over a dusky skin and he kept his hairs tied up in a man bun. There was a tail of a tattoo, peeping off his neck, from the collar of his white shirt. His concentration broke at the sudden bang at the door, as he saw Rex storm inside the room and went straight towards, the mini fridge and pulled it open. Jereff kept his calm, as he leaned towards the chair, and kept staring at the over frustrated Rex. Rex scanned through the fridge, banged it close and turned his heel towards Jereff.  

" Is there any SEALED CAN left in your shit?" Rex demanded in a scathing tone. 

Jereff pointed towards the shelf, "I have some with me."

Rex reached for the drawer and pulled out a can. Checking the chillness, he sighed, "Forget it."

"This is the last I have."

"This isn't chilled"

Jereff studied through his annoyed expressions and questioned, "What made you go all crazy?"

Rex plunged down his shoulders, "Nothing, you should be worrying about."

Jereff frowned thoughtfully keeping his eyes fixed on him.

Rex understood, he bought nothing. "The same old." he admitted waving his hands in the air,  "Recently, I spotted them more often."

Jereff mused caressing his beard, "Who?"

"Is their anyone else, more of a scum then they are?"

Jereff shook his head to himself, "Be patient. Try to come up with a full proof plan."

Rex flounced towards him and rested his hands over his hips, Unfortunately, I was given a choice, either patience or life. My weapon was of no f*cking use. Even if I want to blow off their skulls, I can't. I don't want to drag unwanted attention to my club, neither do I want to scare off my customers.

 "Sometimes, you need to."

"PRAY, WHY?"

"Desperate times ask for desperate measures." he shrugged.

Rex titled his head a little, "Do you invite a decision from a hot f*cking head?"

Jereff sighed, "I have never seen you this frustrated."

Rex let out an unhumorous chuckle. "Huh! Not when life strikes hard."

Jereff stood up in his place and leaned over the table,  "Is their motive, just as shallow as it seems?" he mused, "Or is there a deeper explanation to everything?"

Rex aggressively waved his hand in the air, " The hell if I knew." turning his heel towards the glass window facing the city down below. Placing his fist, on the glass, "He fears to face me. He knows that he is a piece of cake."

"Never underestimate your enemies."

He let out a sharp exhale, " I won't let them do it again. I won't. Whatever it costs."

After a brief silence, Rex pulled himself away from the window and set to leave. Jereff kept watching his actions, "Where you going?"

"Anywhere" Rex turned towards Jereff.

Jereff peered at him, "Who is she?"

The look in Rex's face turned soft at the utter of his words. Jereff always knew him, more than he knew about himself. He has been his backbone even at the toughest hour.