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Okay, we all know Lucky is Hot with a capital "H" but lets all pretend for the sake of the story that he has a scar on his right cheek😂
"YOU'VE been avoiding me" The laughter that wafted it's way past the rotting old crates and stinking mold in the rickety abandoned dock factory had ceased hastily into a ominous echo
These newbies were transparent slackers without ambition. I would have heard my footsteps from the first step and been prepared to catch some smoke. But they weren't a priority of mine, it was silver headed blonde with a scar that stretched from ear to halfway down his cheek. It was heeled nicely. Faded and dull. One who didn't look too hard probably wouldn't notice the harsh marking. But the stitches and memories that came with it were ever present.
More than Ivan would like to remember
There were eight of them in total, openly glaring without shame but piss If I cared. I never feared no man and I was running these streets since before these bastards tasted liquor. A little jail sentence wouldn't stop my advancements
Ivan sat in the middle of their crowd, he was leggy but not as tall as me or as broad. Often underestimated because of his looks, his eyes were feminine in appearance and he often wore his hair short. If the scar wasn't there he would have been a magnet to women.
"Ivan..who is this ugly prick" The loud mouth closest to Ivan asks, unknowing to the disaster bottle I was just waiting to be uncapped by the unlucky
I was away for only a year and some change, but that was plenty of time for newbies to pop up and show case their worth. But just from the looks of it, Ivan had managed to surround himself with lackeys rather than warriors.
His hair was natural in color but he's grown it out from the usual gangster buzz cut he sported a year ago.
Ivan had not made any movements since I spoke, only that same stupid gaze he delivered whenever he was surprised. Although it looked more as if he was just bored, I knew blondie better than that.
The guy besides him gets frustrated by lack of words
"Yo Ivan I said-oof" Ivans fist is lunged deeply into the caverns of the guys stomach, I pull out my lighter and place a cigarette between my lips. Ivan loved drama apparently, starting shit with lackeys was never something easy
Their crowd quickly moves aside in fear but Ivans victim crumbles quickly without much fight, eyes rolled to the back of his head and drool dripping from the corners of his mouth while the small reminiscences from his voice attempt to crawl up his throat to proclaim his pain..unsuccessfully
"I don't need someone to repeat. Im not fucking idiot" Ivan pushed deeper, making sure the kid understood and tossed him to the side like he was nothing
I feel a smirk appearing on my face and pull slowly from the cigarette and blow out the poison
"Good to see the pussies you allow around does not affect the Ivan I used to know. Or maybe it has seeing as though you've turned into Mother Mary around town"
Ivan scoffs at my teasing
"I'm being smart, if you possessed any intelligence you would do the same instead of picking fights with the Irish. I hear your winning streak is over Rocky. So what do you want Jacobe." So he's heard, so much for laying low. I always try that shit, but its hard mostly because I always attracted unnecessary attention.
The minions upon hearing this begin to whisper more than scurrying ants. Eyes bulging and standing up much straighter than before
"..Jacobe Vladkov..I heard he was out but I didn't believe it"
"My bitch goes to his school and said she'd seen him. But I never got this close-"
"Will you all shut the FUCK UP. All of you are up his ass and for what!" Ivan yells at the pack but I step closer, now no longer the anonymity
"Because they understand what I am capable of Ivan. I came here because you aren't a snitch or a pussy. You and I have known each other for years. I wanted to see if there was a change."
Ivan didn't know but I had been watching him, calculating his moves from Willowbrook and at the Barn. No one has seen him at usual hang outs in months. Even down by the pub, he had become a distant memory. But I did not come to shake hands and reminisce by camp fire
"What does it matter? It's obvious I'm not in that shit no more. You would have seen my face months ago. I'm trying to be a normal mother fucker for once in my life and of fucking course your reckless, selfish ass come barreling in to set me up with some dumb shit" Ivan stands to his feet now chest to chest as if he is threatening me but he knew better. That didn't mean he wouldn't try regardless
He wasn't a pussy, which was why he was essential
He wasn't wrong about me being selfish. I pulled more from the stick
"Observant bitch aren't you? I'm not made for normal. None of us are. No matter how normal you try to be, you're still here wasting away in this old fucking warehouse with pansies who don't even know how to shoot bottles. You think you are doing better than me?"
I call out the lackeys and a good portion if them begin to look sheepish and embarrassed from the truth. I blow out the last of the smoke I'm willing to have before dropping the cigarette and stomping it out
"At least I'm in school."
"No, you're on obligation. You wouldn't step foot on school grounds if you weren't on probation"
"That's because I don't need fucking school to get what I please Ivan."
We are from slums where few evolve and most rot. There are no aspirations in right places, only time to get yourself on the most fucked up path imaginable. I suppose I was lucky.
To have Aleksei there to beat the shit out of me for doing wrong. But Ivan was on his own since before we met.
He cracks the pale knuckles that were littered with golden rings "I don't do dumb shit like that anymore Jacobe. Whatever the fuck you're trying to do- I see it. Everyone else may be too fucking moronic but I can smell your brain ticking without you showing your tongue"
He'd always been this way, when I would be throwing the fists- Ivan would be formulating the next strategy. He was my right hand before we got busted. And had I not wanted this so badly I would leave him be.
But I was a egotistical bastard so I don't care if I'm bothering him or not
Plus, our history is his currency to pay
"You say you want different. You say you want normal. But you make no effort to build yourself up. You give up on yourself because you are scared and use hanging around here like were still 12 years gotdamn old as excuse for pussy behavior."
Ivans eyes twitch, turning from calm blues into a stormy sea of ocean
"Fuck did you say you Russian cunt?"
My fist connects to his cheek instantly but Ivan bounces back like it didn't even hurt and ejects his entire body onto my own to tackle my larger frame to the floor. Falling onto my back, I funnel my weight into my legs and kick the bastard in the stomach and toss him over head once I hear the breath leave him
I jump to my feet and turn to see that Ivan wasn't down and out from the hearty kick, but was in the ever so familiar fighting stance that begged for more violence. That's who we were. Blood thirsty and Carnivorous. It would never change.
"WHAT are you trying to do Vladkov!" Ivan yells and I frown "Tell your cronies to go home and don't come back..no in fact.." I turn to the mob who only stand their with their mouths stupidly agape, tuh. They wish they could handle a fight with me. But it would be a death wish.
"If you're not afraid..if you are real rough riders.." I begin the walk over to one of the larger crates in the place and reveal a tiny revolver. Low grunts and bodily shifts emit from the young group. Their nervousness peeling away the falsified surface they projected before.
"Who is willing to play my favorite game of Roulette? If you're not willing to die you're not willing to ride." The blood left their faces, leaving them resembling ghosts and they rushed past me to get out of grown folk business, promptly carrying out their unconscious friend as well. I raised a brow to Ivan who rolled his eyes and he mumbles "great" under his breath
I hold up the revolver between his icey eyes, Ivan continues his infamous stare
I pull the trigger
But the man never recoils from the sound of the empty barrel switching
"You think I'm scared to die?"
"No, that is why I come to you. Look." I open the gun up showing the barrel with no bullets in sight.
"I'm going to kill the Irish back bone." The blonde looked confused
"That's it?? You want to kill off the Irish just because they fucking got you jumped??" His pulsed arms relax and fall disappointedly to his sides making me roll my eyes.
I wrap an arm around Ivan whose head picks back up with interest but brows dented with confusion
I continue
"The Irish are the only mafia in this town, they ain't big but they're structured enough have control.
But this town is too small so their only income source is the doc drug export in Willow Brook. We've known for years it was them without needing to hear it."
"They're working directly with lower gangs down on that end who are unofficial dogs of the Irish. With those exports under lock and key the distribution of whatever the fuck the sell is in my hands and production could be moved closer to let's say..the Barn?"
"The Barn? You fucker Monty will never-"
"Monty isn't here." I say "And I'm not scared of him just because he's mentally fucked" If he got a problem he can deal with me when he gets out. Till then I'm making moves for myself and kin
"Do you want in or out on what I'm doing. This is chance to do things our own way."
Ivan huffs and folds his arms "You're not even telling me asshole. Didn't you just get your ass handed to you by Igor sometime back? Plus the Irish have been coming in good at the Barn lately or so I've heard. No losses in 4 weeks. How are you so sure you can handle whatever it is you got going on?"
"I staged that loss. I made Dima rig the fighting so that they competed against lower weight classes and win easy. That Irishman..Lenard is strong but weak minded. He lets his emotions run quickly and is too impulsive. His group hates it but they put up with it because he was heir from last leader"
Ivan sucks in a cold breath "Jacobe don't tell me.. oh you evil bastard" he says before a smile graces his appearance and he starts to laugh
"If this works..we need to move fast"
"No worries..I plan on infiltrating soon."
"How soon?"
"Next weeken-" My phone cuts me off in the middle and my growl of irritation does not go unnoticed. But it simmers down once I read the text, ultimately a smile comes to me
Lil mouse: I hope you brought a jacket to wherever you went Sir😒🙃
I did not obviously
"Who is that? You almost never smile unless it is about fucking someone over" Ivan inquires looking over my shoulder
"It is..my wife" The exaggerated choking noise The stupid blonde emitted only makes me roll my eyes
"WIFE! Since when do you even keep talking to a girl after you've fucked!"
"I haven't with her. She is not some random bitch" I get defensive. But how could I not? Dawn is beauty and I swore to myself I would spoil her to her hearts content. Even if she opposed.
"Nah man I have to see this girl. She must be making pigs fly or sum shit" She does more than that but I let man see for himself. I know the looks of Lust and primal urge from those pre pubescent boys at school. She doesn't notice. Phoebe has told her but she never takes it seriously. That it why I'm glad to keep her eyes where they belong: on me.
Jacobe: You know I did not. I miss face..send picture
Lil mouse: In the car with the parents, can I send one later?
Jacobe: No.
Lil mouse:🙄
Lil mouse: 1 file attachment
"Here." I simply say showing him my queen and his jaw slacks
"..suddenly chocolate is my new favorite flavor" I rip the phone away and push his chest but he only laughs it off
"I'm kiddingg. But I feel like I've seen that girl before..down in Willow-brook or something" My brows stitch together "Must be mistake, girl is not even native of town she wouldn't go down there" Ivan hums but shrugs and dismisses the thought
"So..does she have a friend? Maybe of the same complexion?"
I sigh heavily and begin to exit the wearhouse
"I will text you details of next week, keep your head out of cock"
I just need him to do what he's supposed to do and not try to fuck Phoebe.