Restoring Dragon's Heart

Miguel: Challenged Authority

Loud music boomed out from the leading Black SUV as it cruised along the road. The second SUV, black, followed closely at the tail of the lead one, headlights blaring bright.

Occasionally, the people who had business to do in the night would stop to stare at the two vehicles. But only after they look away again, ready to focus on what they had to do. It was not an uncommon sight. After all, this was Asa Norte and it was the time of the night. Thank God it Is Friday vibes always hit almost every time.

Due to its proximity to the Palaces of the Country where the leading and prominent people had to stay, it was not uncommon to see evening balls and dinner halls being lit and exquisitely inviting. Tonight was just another of those days.

Miguel, sitting in the front side of the left hand drive smiled to himself as he took in the evening air. Itw as not that long of a time since he had come to the country. He made it his home. Enough to be more than just a rut in the park. And he was grateful for that. His core determination that had made him who he was.

Someone who could be invited to one of the big balls in the country. Someone who could lead a pack of people who were loyal to him. He rested his head against the wound up window, recalling how those days. How he would be among the people out there, wondering when it was ever to be his time to ride.

To ride in these luxury drives and then have people gawk over them.

Now , he was living the life.

Well, maybe just not yet.

He still had some issues he had to settle. He was not at the peak which he desired. They were others above him Who he had no choice but to answer whenever they called.

Of course, such unions were always very beneficial to him. It helped to keep his bogus lifestyle a reality. He did not joke with it.. So, even if he did not feel like it today, he was summoned to an evening ball.

By some person who had thought himself to be so more powerful than he ever could dream of. Which Was true but he did not want to think of it. Rather than that, he let his mind drift onto the amount of cash this would likely bring to him.

That was, if he and his crew could execute it. His forehead wrinkled just a bit. The jobs they had been getting had been a tad too tough. Even for him.

“Hey, Chief. What's on your mind?” The driver said to him, nudging him with a smirk to his face.

Miguel smiled his way, wiping his mustache and then patting his curly black, crew cut hair. He had a black two piece suit on him.

“Let's drink!” Miguel said, dismissing the question at hand.

“Well, you do know you like you have seen a ghost. Have you now?” a voice came from the back, just as a wine glass was extended to him.

Miguel took the cup, looking back at the two behind him. There was Simon and Andreas, two of his most trusted aides.

Simon was the cleaner of the two. He wore a white vest with blue jeans, gold chain on his neck. And of course, a fancy designer watch by his left. While Andreas looked a bit like obese. Untidy finger length beard and a rumpled shirt which barely fit on him. Miguel sighed at the mess of Andreas, shaking his head.

“How many times have I told you that you gotta look clean, Andreas? You want to scare away my clients?”

“It's a big day. They won't mind.” Andreas winked, holding his glas to his mouth.

Miguel bit down on his lower lip while Simon filled up his glass cup for him. Once it was filled up, the wine bottle was replaced into the pigeon hole.

However, the wine glass did not reach Miguel's lips. In a flash, his hand tilted, tipping the contents of the cup over Andreas face.

“Ohhh!” Simon inhaled, stifling a laugh with his free hand.

“Bboss/” Andras stammered.

“What I say is the law, Andreas.” Miguel blasted, twisting into the space between the front seats. Before Andreas could say or do anything, his hand blurred once more. The one with the glass cup.

SMASH!

Glass shattered all over. Blood dribbled down the face of Andreas. The aide cowering with both hands raised to shield his face.

“I make the rules here, Andreas. I don't care if my clients don’t mind. The next time you do not look neat and you try to dodge my question, I swear to the moon. I will have your head.” Miguel inhaled, his eyes darting to the ground.

“You spilled wine on the rug. Clean it.” Miguel growled.

“Y-yes…” Andreas whimpered, looking at Simon now. “Napkin.”

“With your tongue, amigo, with your tongue.” Miguel stuck out his tongue.

“Y-yes… Patroa(1)”

“We are here, boss.” The driver by the left hand side said, his voice breaking into the tense airs of the SUV.

“Alright.” Miguel smiled, watching Andreas push his head between his legs to lick the rug. He pulled the overhead glass down. He licked the tip of his fingers, putting them to work over smoothing his hair.

After which, he opened the door to get down.

WOOF! WOOF!!

A huge black dog hollered just as soon as his feet touched the ground. Miguel paused for a while, watching the dog. It stood in front of a large multipurpose event hall. One where his client was supposed to meet him.

Seeing the dog there reminded him of how many times he would have to watch those who had power. Those who could make their shots go about their own business. Now that he had his own chance at real power, this dog of god knows where was hollering at him?

His face wrinkled up immediately as he frowned. He would not have it. Stepping out fully, Miguel bared his teeth at the dog. But the dog did not repent.

Instead, it jumped up, pounding about on the spit while it barked on and on.

“Boss, you want us to take care of it?”The driver asked.

“Watch your tongue, Lukas.” Miguel warned as he stepped forward.

However, the dog still did not relent. It lowered down, crouching on its forelimbs as it prepared to pounce. The same moment, Miguel frowned even harder, his biceps hardening. Both parties paused, each on the alert as they stared daggers at one another.

Eventually, the dog had enough of it. It leapt. Fangs bared as it closed for the bite. Seeing this, Miguel did not flinch.

Rather the savage smile on his face showed that he welcomed it.

He bent lower, lickign his lips while his eyes widened. The dog closed on now, losung its trajectory, its teeth ready to snap shut on the exposed arm of Miguel.

Miguel sidestepped, escaping the dog’s attack. The aggressor whined, just as its tail was clipped hard by Miguel. The next second, Miguel grinned even wider as he pulled.

“Ahhhhh!” He yelled out, pulling the dog into a vertical circle and then…

THWACK!

The dog’s side slammed hard into the tarred ground. In a moment of truth, the dog whined, helpless against the ground.

Miguel’s lips carved wider to the side until it was ear to ear. The dog was a challenge to his authority. He would not have it.

More so, he would not have any of his goons disobeying his rules. His orders. He would have to make an example out of the dog. He smashed a foot into the exposed side of the dog, baring his teeth to the rest of the goons who gathered in a crescent around the cars and him.

“This could have been a wolf. One of you. And this…” He pointed to the dog, squishing his foot in. “This is what happens when you decide to challenge my authority here. Am I understood?” He growled out.

“Y-yes Patroa.” A unison chant of understanding rang out almost immediately.

Hearing them answer him caused his chest to swell up. His shoulder puffed up, the evening air whispering his dominance. He had fought to get to where he was. And showing that he still had it in him was the only sure way to get them seated on their butts.

“I don't know what sick festish you guys have…” A feminine voice broke into Miguel’s excitement. It came from behind. “But do you want to kill that dog?”

“Huh?” Miguel twisted back, his foot still on the dog’s side. “Why are you not running?” He asked.

However, just as he did, his twisted smile vanished almost immediately. The lady over there was beautiful. And his heart throbbed for her instantly.

“I said. Get your stinking foot out of the dog.”

Watching her, her gown swaying in the evening wind. Her curvy waist and her tear stained cheeks. Hands rubbing the elbows of each other in a bid to fight off the cold winter air. Miguel realized one thing.

This lady… Even as beautiful as she was.

She was challenging his authority. He would not have it.

The look of admiration vanished almost instantly as he glared down on the girl. Forgetting how his heart had throbbed for her earlier, Miguel bared his teeth at her.

“Look, if you don't get the hell out of here, I swear, you would…”

“Stop telling me what to do!” The lady whined out, her voice breaking off. ”I am sick of everyone telling me what to do!”

“Okay. Good. ‘cause I intend to beat the hell out of you for disobeying me.” Miguel c****d his neck, stomping away to the girl.

Only when he came within a few inches of her, did he notice the cowering look on her face. Her whole body shook. He could smell her fear. Her fear and something else?

Sweat? Yes, that was it. She must have been running. A sad smile crossed his lips now as he glared down at her.

“You should have run when I asked you to.” He shook his head, raising his left hand even the fingers began to extend. Fur popping out over them. “AAHHHH!” Miguel growled, diving his hand forward.

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Translations

(1)Patroa= Boss in portugese