𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 | 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐒�...

Sleeping in his bed Alfonso had one pillow over his face while he snored, drowning out the outside world. He had a lot of shit to get done with only a little time to do and that shit was taking a toll on him.

His door opened with Ramiro walking inside the room jumping into the bed earning a groan from his father.

"Vete pequeña mierda." He grumbled making the treen chuckle.

"Sorry papi, can't do that, you have a package in your office that's about to get slapped."

"It's nine in the morning who the fuck sending packages this early?" Alfie questioned, confused , making Mir roll his eyes.

"Something that should've been aborted twenty two years ago."

"Well I was thirteen I didn't necessarily have the rights to do that. And the mother was a fucking groupie that hung out with me mother." Alfonso sat up on the bed making Mir look at him.

"You never talk about abuelo y abuela like that." He realized his father let out a deep chuckle.

"My papi is a good man who taught me most of everything I know. It's why I went back to Peru to get him brought here...now he's owning some of the biggest nightclubs."

"Wait back up, Peru? I thought we were from mexico?" Mir questioned slightly confused.

"I'm from Mexico, where I was born but my father is from Peru. My mother, that bitch doesn't know where she is from , Mexican on one side, colonizer on the other side." He shook his head, making Mir chuckle.

"So Logan was born there?"

"Yeah, he was born in Peru. It's where I went to stay after everything. When I turned 16, I just had to find a way out so I did. IT took me, Raul and Logan and ran and never looked back. It's where I met pops took us in he watched Logan while I went to school."

"Damn that's real life...you should write a book about your life story. I'd buy it." Mir hopped out of bed before walking into his own room.

Alfonso laid against the headboard letting his son's voice resonate within him. Should he write a book? There were many events in his life that he never dared to speak about, but maybe writing it will make him feel more open about it.

He got up before throwing on a robe not feeling like changing when he walked toward his office. Where Logan sat on the couch.

"Well if it isn't my firstborn that likes to run my pockets." He grinned.

"Papi, you saw me last night don't act crazy." Logan chuckled standing up as they hugged each other.

"What did you get for me?" He kissed his head before sitting at his desk.

"Last night I got a call about a woman who got stabbed brutally. Guy claiming to be her boyfriend claimed she got mugged." Logan explained.

"And you don't believe him?" Alfonso raised an eyebrow. Logan opened a folder before throwing out a couple of pictures.

"That look like the stab wound of somebody getting mugged?"

"Naw, somebody was definitely trying to kill this bitch." Alfonso looked through the pictures.

"You handled it?"

"Of course I did, stitched her up, gave her something that'll make her a little hypnotic and sent her on her way." Logan explained.

"Listen I don't know what's going on around here, and until we hit the drops we can't be lacking." Alf opened his drawer pulling out a pistol. He cocked it before handing it to Logan.

"Just be safe." He told his son.

"I learned from the best I always am."

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"A couple days away from the grand opening you ready?" Marco walked next to Alfie as they walked inside of the restaurant.

"Yeah, I can't believe that we've actually built something like this. I mean who knew two broke boys from two different counties would be living it up." Alfie looked over toward his best friend.

"Hey, I told you I got your back, you got mine." Marco held up his hand making him laugh as they did a handshake before walking further inside.

"You went to invite James to the opening?" Marco asked him, making him slowly nod.

"I did...he said yes."

"Ouu." Marco grinned, making Alfie shoot him a look.

"There is no Out. He's married."

"No he's not, that marriage ain't even legalized." Marco rolled his eyes.

"That big ass ring on her finger says something other than wise." Walking toward the bar he grabbed a glass of vodka.

"Yeah? But where's his ring?" Marco retaliated.

"They have three kids. I'm not really the home wrecking type."

"And? You have two that he knows about." Marco shrugged, making Alfie point to him.

"He doesn't know exactly about Ramen, how do you tell him that you have a baby by his wife's sister." He rolled his eyes even at the thought of that.

"It was a one night stand." Marco pointed out.

"Yeah, but you don't think he's going to question why I was in New York a year after I left? I told him we moved to Rio."

"I have a question: why are we even lying in the first place? James knows the game we called him Ghost when we were kids so why are you not telling him?" Marco questioned as they sat at the bar.

"Why the fuck would I just randomly tell him that? Plus I don't know if he's still in that type of life and I ain't about to bring him into that." He shook his head.

"He owns a club." The taller man points out, making him shrug.

"And?"

"If you own a restaurant but it's just a cover up because you're one of the most powerful men in America. What the fuck makes you think he's running a club for?" Marco lifted an eyebrow.

"Whatever...I just don't know."

"You were in love with this man. I mean y'all had plans to take over the world and I ain't never seen you smile before unless we were laughing or something. Maybe this is fate talking." He shrugged.

"You've been watching too many movies, Mi amigo." He slapped his shoulder.

"Call him." Marco told him.

"I'm not calling him."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Call him, or I'll do it myself."

"You wouldn't fucking dare." He stared at him making Marco raise an eyebrow pulling out his phone.

"Oye, oye, lo llamaré Jesús, maldito idiota." He shouted, making Marco smirked while he took out his phone with a sigh.

"De nada." Marco grinned at him.

He pressed the phone to his ear when an automatic voicemail came on telling him the number was in no use.

"See? If that doesn't scream illegal activities I don't know what does. Dude has a burner phone." Marco shot him a look.

"Well at least I tried." He shrugged.

"Nope, you're going to go see him." Marco told him, making him raise an eyebrow.

"Now?"

"Yes, now go!"

"Fine! Joder mi vida." He shook his head walking out the door.

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Walking into truth Alfonso looked around noticing how different it looked during the day, it was more appealing to him than all the crowded people.

"Excuse me fella, is James here?" He questioned the bartender who was cleaning some fruit.

"Yes, I'll call him down." He walked back toward the bar talking on a phone.

Alfonso sighed before he placed his bag on one of the stools. James walked from his office looking above the deck seeing it was Alfonso making him smile.

"Alfie." He called out, making him look up.

"You have to stop calling me that in front of people."

"Why not? I think it suits you." James grinned at him while he rolled his eyes.

"Mmh. I had to track you down because your number wasn't working."

"Oh? So you actually called me? I'm surprised but glad." James smugly grinned.

"Don't flatter yourself too much...the place it's more lively during the day." He motioned around the club making him smile.

"Oh, so you're saying it looks busted during the night?" James lifted an eyebrow.

"Un poco." He motioned with his hands making them laugh.

"But honestly I'm just surprised, at night it's more transformative." He explained.

"That's the idea. People come here and become whoever they want to be for the night. It's a fantasy." James explained.

"I don't believe in fairytales."

"What do you believe in?" James asked him as they began to walk around.

"I believe that hard work pays for good quality." Alfonso crossed his arms with a grin.

"Just like when we were kids, you didn't wait for anybody to come save you...saved yourself." James nodded.

"I had too, can't nobody else save me like how I want to be saved. So how did you get into this whole thing." He asked.

"We cleaned up an abandoned lot, charged for parking, and that money brought a laundromat. And another and another." He explained making the male slightly nod.

"I always had my fathers place in the back of my mind. And then we found this space, and Tommy thought I was crazy." Lifting his eyebrow at the familiar name.

"Tommy? Old busted up Tommy Egan?" He questioned.

"You still rock with that fool?" He chuckled.

"He's my partner in the club. What? Are you surprised we're still tight?" He questioned.

"No, that's your brother in everything but blood. I'm just surprised Tommy's smart enough to even own something...he's more of a direct person." Alfie shrugged.

"Must've learned something."

"Let me show you something." James said, after staring at him for a minute.

"Watch your step." He led him over toward the DJ booth making Alfie raise an eyebrow.

"Are you for real right now? I haven't seen one of these in a long ass time." He muttered, staring at the soundboard.

"Close your eyes." James told him, making him sigh while James turned around, Alfonso didn't close his eyes.

"Close your eyes Alfie." He told him to make the male roll his eyes before he closed them.

"They are." He heard a bunch of shuffling before he felt James arms wrap around him as he pressed play. Alfonso smiled when a familiar song played.

"You remembered." He grinned while James danced around him.

"Yeah I remembered you played that song constantly and never paid attention to me either when it was on." James shook his head.

"The lyrics were like a poem to me, it made me feel like there was something greater for me and I had to go chase it. It's how I learned English faster."

James smiled before pausing the song as they looked at one another. James couldn't believe how much Alfonso had changed.

When they were kids he was just this little goofy out of state boy, who could barely speak English. He was hooked the moment they locked eyes.

But now? It was like he was staring in the eyes of a completely different man who looked like his best friend but had the aura of a beast.

"So what's the next move James? Knowing you, you've always got a plan for everything." He questioned.

"If Truth takes off then we will open a second club right here in New York City. Then maybe one in Miami or Vegas. It's gonna take a while but-"

"You'll get there." Alfie cut him off making him look over at him in slight relief, nobody really believed in his plans.

"If you got this place, you can go as far as you want. But you gotta believe in yourself and fuck everyone else's opinions." He shrugged.

"Mm. You wanna come through tonight? We had a big party for Vogue magazine." James asked him.

"Now that's what I'm saying...but I wish I could, I have some business to attend to." He explained.

"I hope your clients pay extra for that kind of dedication." James spoke, making him laugh.

"Not that type of work Papillo. This one is all me...for one of my clubs." He explained.

"Anyway, you'll be too busy surrounded by ass and boobs to be hanging around with me." He shrugged.

"Ass and boobs? If that's not the most non-American thing you've ever said I don't know what is." He laughed, making Alfonso slap his chest.

"Aye! Don' laugh." He shook his head.

"Don't worry about me, I'll make the time." James told him, making him sigh.

"Come off Alfie." He pleaded.

"Okay, I'll slide through." He accepted.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He confirmed making James smile as he turned the music up.

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"Let's go! Ramiro, I don't want to hear Papi's mouth about how we're late!" Alfonso shouted as he threw his coat on.

"I'm coming, you think this shit is easy to put on? This took like fifteen minutes." He complained about throwing on his jacket.

"And it's just a family dinner why we dressing up like fucking lawyers and shit?" He questioned as they walked out of the building into the elevator.

"Cause son, appearance is everything...in a couple of days our faces are about to be on the cover of every magazine in New York. We need to keep that image up." He explained.

"Oh so we're going to be famous?" Mir asked as the door opened and they slid inside the car.

"Is that all you heard in the sentence I just told you?" He questioned.

"Yeah pretty much." He nodded.

"You are so insufferable sometimes."

"I get it from my daddy." He responded with a grin making him roll his eyes.

"You ain't get shit from me besides that brain of yours."

"Whatever."

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Alfonso, Mir and Logan along with Raul and his son Seb all sat around the table where their father Santos sat on the other side as they all ate in a restaurant.

"So how are the plans coming along?" Santos asked his eldest, making him wipe his mouth.

"Their opening is in a few days so I think it's good." Alfonso answers.

"Logan...I heard you're a doctor?" Santos casted a look toward his eldest grandson who nodded.

"Yeah, I'm the head of my department." He answers with a short nod.

"Any girlfriend?" He questioned.

"No, I'm not really worried about that." He shrugged, making the older man nod.

"Just like your father."

"How about you nieto? What are you doing?" He asked Mir who lifted an eyebrow.

"I'm 16."

"So? Your father had a job at 16." The man shrugged.

"That's because I had no choice, he's focused on school and he doesn't need a job right now." Alfie shot him a look that told the older man to shut up.

"You're right, my apologies. So what do you like to do?" He asked.

"Draw/ paint everything in that area." He shrugged, making him nod.

"Sebastian is still playing basketball?" He asked the only grandchild who he talks to, making him nod.

"Yeah, I'm captain of my team."

"That's good, how's work Raul?"

"It's fine Papi, we're working on a new case so I'm just focusing on that." He responded, making him nod.

"So when am I having more grandchildren?" He asked the two boys who choked on their drinks.

"Disculpe?" Alfonso raised an eyebrow.

"I'm 55, I'm not getting any younger and neither are you. Don't you think it's time to settle down?" He asked them.

"I'm not really in the position to settle down. Nor do I want to." Alfonso says, taking a sip from his glass.

"Oh, so you're just gonna keep having one nighters all your life?" Santos asked him.

Just as he said that Alfonso's eyes wandered over toward the bar where he caught the attention of a man who was staring at him making him raise an eyebrow at him while the man just smirked.

"Vuelvo enseguida." He pushed out his chair grabbing his cup before walking toward the bar.

"He's fine as hell." Mir mutters seeing the man that his father was walking toward.

"Boy mind your business." Logan slapped him upside the head shaking his head.

"You see something you like?" Being the bold person he was, Alfonso asked him while the man smiled at him.

"I see plenty I like, I just don't know if I want to touch."
His eyes trailed down Alfonso's figure.

"Why not Pa? I don't bite." He smirked.

"That's a shame I like a little biting." The stranger smirked, making him let out a deep chuckle.

"What's your name?"

"Noel."

"Well Noel, let me show you just how hard I bite." He whispers in his ear.

"Whenever you're ready."

"Papi, me llevo a Ramiro a casa conmigo, esta noche te librarás del dolor de cabeza." Logan walked up toward him making him nod.

"Llama a Eric, llamaré a Freddie para que me lleve de regreso a la casa." He told the man who nodded.

"Buenas noches papi te amo." He kissed his cheek, making him nod.

"Noche papá, te veré en la mañana, no rompas la casa." Ramiro smirked at Noel making Alfie slap him in the head.

"Boy." He turned back toward Noel who chuckled.

"Kids?"

"That's a problem?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"No, that just adds more to you."

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Alfonso bedroom to his other apartment door flies open as he and Noel stumble in as he takes off his jacket, with his lips roughly pulling into Noel's.

Who ripped open his shirt pulling it off of him making him chuckle. He unbuttoned his pants before walking out of them walking toward the bed.

"You coming or you gonna stand there?" He called out to the man who looked around the room with an impressive expression.

He soon took off his pants along with his boxers leaving him naked walking over toward the bed where Alfonso grabbed him by the throat pressing their lips together.

Halfway across town James and Tasha stumbled into their bedroom after coming from dinner as their clothes were scattered across the floor.

"Mama took the kids to the movies. We got an hour maybe." She informed him.

"When we talk about business, it's like when we first met." Tasha kept rambling while James kissed her neck helping her out of her dress.

"Black Bonnie and Clyde." She moaned, making him pause with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"What?" She questioned.

"Nothing." He shook his head, taking her dress off.

Noel moaned when Alfonso lips tailed up his neck roughly sucking on it. He pulled away flipping the thinner male over while he kissed down his back.

He grabbed a condom before tearing it with his teeth, he ain't catching any type of shit from nobody he ain't even getting down like that.

He slipped it on while thrusting straight into him, pushing his head down into the pillow making both of them moan.

"Fuck!" He groaned while Alfonso's thrust picked up with his ball slapping against his ass, he grunted picking up his pace.

Back with James and Tasha, James was fucking Tasha into the bed when his mind couldn't help but wonder over toward the tattooed male making him space out.

The bed rocked with Noel's chest pressed against Alfonso's, he groaned feeling the warmth of his body while he heavily thrust into him, his eyes tightly closed with his mouth parting as he emptied into the condom.

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Alfonso laid in the bed with Noel sleeping beside him when his phone rang, making him reach over and grab it.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"What have you been doing? I've been texting you all night." Marco shouted into the phone.

"I told you I had that dinner with my father, what's wrong?" He asked, sitting up.

"That patient that Logan told you about? Her face is about to be world wide, and whoever the fuck she works for is about to be in the spotlight." He explained.

"Entonces tenemos que matar a esa perra. ¿Logan alguna vez regresó con ese rastreo telefónico." He asked getting out of the bed walking toward his clothes.

"No, he just let me know that a man came looking for her." Marco explains to him.

"dile que la mate pero que lo haga en silencio, llama a Raúl y dile que borre las imágenes de la cámara de vigilancia de 48 horas." He put back on his clothes before looking at Noel who was doing the same.

"Got it boss." He hung up the phone.

"Well, I enjoyed our time together with Noel, but business calls." He threw on his coat.

"I understand that, but to be honest I do speak Spanish." Noel let him know, making Alfonso chuckle.

"That's good to know."

"Hey, your business is your business, but I don't really want to know."

"So Noel, tell me your real name." Alfonso stared at him with his hands behind his back.

"Angel." He responded.

"Well Angel, you're about to live up to your name." He quickly pulled his gun from his coat pocket and shot the man in the head.

"Bruce, I need you to clean this up...cut the body up and burn it." He told the man who was standing next to the door.

"Got it boss."

"He was kinda cute too." Alfonso shook his head with a sigh before walking off.

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Walking down the streets of New York Alfonso got a call making him look down at his phone.

"Hola?" He was confused.

"Well look who it is, Mr. Stand a guy up." James' voice echoed through the phone.

"James." He concluded by stopping.

"Yeah, am I that hard to recognize? Jesus it's only been a day since we've seen each other." He joked, making him laugh.

"Listen I'm sorry, I had a family dinner last night so I kinda forgot but I'm sure it was epic." He says, making James nod.

"It was."

"Hey listen, how about I make it up to you?" He questioned.

Eventually James showed up with Alfonso buying him a street dog making him chuckle.

"Okay big spender." James joked while they walked down the street.

"Don't worry I'll spare some change, we love helping the poor." Alfie joked with a smirk.

"Oh is that right?"

"Mmh."

"Bet."

"Damn, it feels like. I haven't been here in forever." Alfie muttered, staring at a tall building.

"This was my favorite field trip back in the day. They always put us on the bus in alphabetical order, man. I had to work up a whole scheme just to sit next to you." James chuckled.

"Jose Uribe always wanted all my lunch money."

"And like a dumb ass you actually gave it to him." Alfie shook his head with laughter.

"It was worth it." James protested.

"Come on, let's go inside and see the whale." James began to walk toward the museum while Alfie raised an eyebrow at him.

"Come on, you know what you want too." He outstretched his hand making Alfie sigh before grabbing onto it.

"Whatever."

They walked inside before looking around making Alfie look around, there were a lot of memories going through his mind when they approached a figure of a whale.

"I used to feel...content looking up at this thing, thinking I'd change as I got older...but really the only thing that's changed is my mentality." Alfie says looking up.

"Well at least we won't get caught kissing in the stairwell this time." James shrugged.

"That's not funny at all, it was embarrassing. I had to hear Raul and Tommy talk my head off for hours." Alfie groaned, making James smile.

"I wasn't."

"I got you something when you went to go buy the tickets." James held up a white polar bear keychain making him smile.

"I remember the time you dared me to robar anything from the gift shop." He laughed.

"Yeah I choked down those words didn't I?" James questioned.

"I brought them this time." He explained to him.

"Thank you...it means a lot." He assured him.

They stared at one another before James sighed staring up at the ceiling while Alfie looked at the polar bear before looking back at James.

"Look Alfie, I can't stop thinking there must be a reason you came to the club the other night." James confessed.

"The reason we're seeing each other again after all this time? Me being around you...." He looked down as they got closer.

"Me being with you..." He whispers as their foreheads slowly touch.

"It just feels right." He confessed.

"I understand....I feel the same way."

He looked down at his phone to see that Mir had called him, making him sigh.

"I have to go...it's a family issue." He told him, making James sigh.

"I understand."

"I'm sorry I am...but I'll see you soon."

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"I can't believe you broke the damn boy's arm." Alfonso groaned walking into the houses with Ramiro following him.

"Well he needs to watch his damn mouth." He responded.

"I didn't teach you self defense just for you to be breaking kids arms." The older man stressed.

"Well, don't teach me something and expect me not to use it." Mir expressed.

"Besides, his racist ass needed to be knocked down a bit. You said the first time you let somebody walk over you they take that shit as a weakness to do it again so don't give them an opportunity to do it again." Mir recited the saying Alfie always says.

"So I didn't give him an opportunity." He shrugged, making him sigh.

"I'm not mad at you, I just don't Like you resulting to violence as a first option. We can't let them see us break the hijo, we gotta break them first." He softly explained.

"Everyday I walk into that office wanting to strangle somebody but I don't, I let my success speak for myself. Do the same."

"I understand papa." Mir nodded, making him sigh, pulling him into his chest by the head.

"Don't ever let nobody get you out of character, it's gon give them a chance to wanna see you fall." He kissed his head.

"Here." He gave him the polar bear keychain.

"A keychain?"

"Yeah, the chain resembles the chain we used to bound our impulsive actions. The key part is the ability to unlock the chain of control." He explained.

"You're too wise for me." Mir shook his head, making him laugh.

"Good, go shower I'll order some pizza so I can whoop your ass in call of duty."

"Nigga you wish." Mir rolled his eyes rushing off making him shake his head.

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