Well, a few of our gang members took yesterday's news well, but some wanted him dead. No one is allowed to leave the gang.
It's blood out when a member leaves, and they get beaten down sometimes until death. This is because when a gang member wants to leave, they choose to disassociate from us, meaning we must ensure that the outgoing member won't talk.
The outgoing member can sometimes get suspended of being an informant for the police. That makes us worry because we would have committed severe crimes together, so we severely beat any member that wants out.
If there are members closest to the outgoing member, they do not participate in the beat down cause that person gets no mercy. We just beat the hell out of them.
But since our Boss is older and more respected, some allowed him to retire and put his son in his place.
As long as he stays where he is and can avoid any problems and not draw any attention to himself in such a way as to make the gang lose face, he might be acceptable.
So I woke up in my apartment and got ready to do my daily work, which is collecting payments, transporting or distributing powdered cocaine, crack cocaine, heroin, m*******a, trafficking weapons, and selling stolen property.
After I'm done with that, I take all that money to the underboss, and he takes it to the boss over him, who is now Daniel, and he takes it to his brother, whom he
launders it, proceeds by investing in real estate, recording studios, motorcycle shops, and construction companies.
We also operate various businesses, such as barbershops, music stores, restaurants, catering services, tattoo parlours, and strip clubs. So yeah, it's a lot, but I don't do that alone. There are 300 or more members in our gang. We differ in rank and work.
Okay, back to today's task, it's simply I'm just collecting the money. It's month end, but first, I must go by the clubhouse to get the list.
Arriving at the clubhouse, I went to Charlie's tiny office. We both live together, but he usually leaves earlier than me since he is an accountant for the gang. He keeps all the records of money that comes from extortion and selling.
" Honey ". I greeted, hugging him.
I love Charlie. He's like a part of me. Just like gang members, we are often very tightly connected and have that feeling of devotion to each other, up to the point where we are willing to die for each other. We are like a big, twisted, happy family, and I can only blame being alienated by society.
" Hi baby, I missed your face. " He said, smiling as he pushed a pile of papers away from him.
" What are you doing ? ". I asked.
" Nothing, just enjoying my work as usual. " He answered that there were a lot of papers on top of his desk. He was just being sarcastic.
" Mm, okay, I need today's list so I can start enjoying my work too. " I told him. l grinning from ear to ear. Unlike him, I was happy with my work.
"Why don't you go and ask it from Daniel?". He asked, eyeing me with a grin on his face.
" Just give the list, Charles, before I do something awful," I warned him
After he gave me the list, I caught a glimpse of Daniel going down the stairs, I don't want to run into him, he's a mean asshole.
" Is it me, or is Danny Boy getting hotter every time I see him ? ". Charlie asked, smirking, and I found my eyes glued to him.
" Mm, tell me about it. He's like a God who fell from the sky. I want to get on my knees and worship him and all his holy glory in my mouth. " I answered, teasing as Charles's eyes grew wide.
" Ohh my god, you nasty creature! But I would wake up from the dead if that didn't happen in my living days ". Said Charles as we were both looking at him. Daniel was with his gorgeous brother, Mike. I only see him once a month, but maybe he will spend most of his time with us, since he's the new boss.
It's like he knew that I was watching him, and those pants and white shirts he was wearing were working out in his favour. He continued sauntering, shoulders straight, tall, beautiful skinny legs, one hand inside his pants pocket, freshly cut fade with black loose curls falling down his forehead, clean face. Indeed he just shaved this morning, those big beautiful brown eyes, his full lips, he was talking and smiling with his white straight teeth. I would faint if he could just smile for once at me.
" Ayo Scott ! ". Some asshole behind called me. Both Daniel and Mike looked my way, and with a rapid glance, I acted like they didn't just see me gawking at them.
" What's up? " I asked, looking at Ben, who was calling me.
" Let's go, buddy, we'll be late. " He said.
" See you later. " I said to Charles, who nodded in return. I left to deal with paying clients and those who run when it's time to pay, and it'll be a long day.
Well, it's like going to a war without failure. It doesn't matter how we win as long we come back with something.