Fall For A Mafia

Blackmailed

Two days earlier.

Aaron's POV

"Bang bang bang bang"

This fucker would bring down my door with the way he always banged on it. f*****g t**t!

"I'm coming you imbecile" I shouted as I walked down to my sitting room.

Jack, my stupid best friend always knew how to periodically piss me off. It was a miracle my sister managed to date his ass. I felt like killing him most times. Yes he was the closest thing I had to a friend, a brother even, but God! He was annoying.

I got closer to my door and pulled the lock. Once he had the sound of the lock opening, he pushed the door inward almost knocking me over. The rude prick!.

" Wow what a view dickwad" Jack greeted looking me up and down.

Surprised by what he was talking about, I look and realized he was talking about my exposed chest since I was dressed in just dark blue shorts which I had worn while I ran this morning.

"What do you want i***t. It's what… Like 8 in the morning?" I asked groaning.

Jack was the only guy I could tolerate since I moved here 2 years ago. Having no directions on what I wanted to do, or where to live, he helped me, took me in and showed me around. Things were good until everything crashed. I was not surprised they did, that was my life. I had everything under control at one point until it wasn't.

"Hey hey.. that's not how you talk to your boyfriend" he countered, smiling. He was always goofy and happy. He wore his emotions on his sleeves which was what my sister liked about him. I envied him too sometimes. I was the opposite, except you knew me well, you could never tell with my emotions. Well only Jack and my sister could. They knew me really well.

" Look I'm really not in the mood alright. I'm off to bed " I replied already walking upstairs back to my room. Of course he would follow me. The bastard never knew when to rest.

"What's got your panties in a twist dude?, you are awfully grumpy. Well you are grumpy all the time, but this is another level" he answered as he laughed. I wondered how someone could be so energetic in the mornings. I hated mornings….

"Jack seriously what do you want?.. I'm really tired and I need to sleep. I took a day off for that sole purpose. Like c'mon go disturb Zeeba leave me the f**k alone d**k. f**k!" Of course, Jack was not phased by my outburst. Rather he found it amusing.

" Okay fine. You weren't picking your calls. I needed to come check up on you. Besides Zeeba was worried, and you know Zeeba, she won't concentrate on anything else unless she gets what she wants. She would have come herself but she had her women thing you know .. the thing they.. they.""

"It's called a monthly cycle jackass'" I answered saving him the distress.

" And besides, I don't need you or Zeeba babying me, I'm fine. See… I'm fine, now leave" I continued. As I continued my journey to my bed.

"Are you?" He asked me not moving from where he stood

" I'm I what?"

"Fine, as you said" he looked at me like I was crazy. Jack and Zeeba have always been walking on eggshells around me since what happened 7 months ago. They kept thinking I wouldn't notice, but I did. They hid it well though. And I really was fine. I was just in a shitty mood. I was always in one. I just wanted my cigarettes and my f*****g bed. Was that too much to ask?..

"I'm fine Jack, seriously. Go tell Zeeba that. I'm not just in the mood, you know how it is", I replied getting fed up of this discussion.

" Okay well you look fine as always. But I need you to promise me something before I leave", he responded in a serious tone.

Whenever Jack asked me to promise him something, it was always something stupid, like begging Zeeba to do something for him or to forgive him when he does something wrong, or to follow him to get Zeeba her favorite flowers or come out for a drink. Always stupid, and I end up promising everytime.

"What now?" I asked really dreading this particular promise.

" Just promise me" he begged folding his hands together.

" Fine I promise, now spill" I leaned on my wooden door folding my arms as i listened to this so called offer he was so keen to make.

" Okay, so you remember that party I told you about" he asked raising his brows as he waited for my response.

Internally groaning, I played dumb. I knew the party he was talking about but I would let him stress himself to explain just for the fun of it. That would be his punishment for ruining my sleep this morning. Call it being petty or whatever, I didnt care .

I acted like I was clueless, not responding.

" C'mon dude, you remember, I know you do." He seemed desperate for me to remember now, a desperation which I enjoyed.

" I don't remember a thing. You know I have a shitty memory" I replied which was not entirely a lie. I just chose to forget somethings, and remember some.

"The party I said I wanted launch the club with, you know that party.. " he inquired, looking at me dumbly.

" Oh… And? What does this have to do with me?" I asked fully aware of how it affected me but like I said, playing dumb. Jack had several clubs around the city. His clubs were the best in the city. He was really good at what he did.

" You bastard! Of course it affects you 'cause you are coming" he stated proudly.

" f**k no! I told you I had s**t to do. I can't go to a party. At least not today. Nope, not happening" I answered matter-of-factly.

"Like hell you are, don't let me drag Zeeba into this dude. It's not going to be nice" he responded, smirking because he knew he had trapped me. The sly fucker!

"Damn Jack why do you have to be a bastard" I replied rubbing my forehead with my right hand.

"Fine I'll be there, but I'm not drinking and don't f*****g force me"

"Fine" he answered, throwing both of his hands in the air in defense as he walked backwardly.

"At least you get to find a girl and get f*****g laid man, you look like you need it" he shouted as he reached the door.

"f**k off" I shouted back, hearing his laughter as he left closing my door behind him.

I really needed to get laid, it's been three days now. I had not even wanked. Maybe this party was going to be good for me.

It was few hours to the party time now and I was yet to get ready. I could call and say something came up, but Jack would not believe me for s**t, and I always keep my promises.

I still had few hours so I could still make something to eat. I had not eaten all day and I was starving. I sent my maid home because her daughter had just put to bed so she needed to attend to her. I would have released her long ago, but according to her she needed the money. I was willing to cover the entire medical costs and even offered at a point, but she refused and insisted on working for her money.

Women and ego sometimes.

All I had taken were some orange juice and just packs and packs of cigarettes, now I needed food. I was fairly a good cook having always been alone. I thought myself everything I knew.

I decided on making some pasta as it was easier and faster. I really had no strength today. I just wanted food. I got everything I needed from the vegetables I needed to the pasta itself. I put everything together after I had prepared them. It did not take me too long before the pasta was ready.

I did not cook much because I stayed alone, and I normally ate just once or sometimes twice a day. So there was no need to cook much.

Daimon had not called today which was a good thing. With the mood I currently had, I could have said something I would regret later if he had reached out to me. I wished I could kill that old fucker. But that was another murder I did not want on my hands. I hated him with passion and if I had my way, he would be six feet below.

I had an hour left before this so called party and I was confused on what to wear. I loved to make an impression on anyone I met or anywhere I went to. Money was never the problem, so I could easily get whatever I wanted. Ever since I was young, my mum had always gotten me the best clothes. I was among the best dressed amongst my peers, most of them laughed at me saying my mum got me clothes like they do the girls, but I paid no mind to them. They were just jealous. I always had girls running after me, so they always picked on me to make themselves feel better.

I opted for a skyblue t-shirt and dark jeans that were really tight with an air force black and blue vans. Putting it on, the shirt was extremely tight on my arms and chest because of my muscles, but overall I looked presentable. I did not want to go but I had to look nice.

I put my earrings on, my rings, my necklace, wristwatch and band, spraying some perfume. I brushed my already plaited hair. It was getting old, Zeeba would have to re-do the style for me.

I took a look around my room to check if I forgot anything, realizing that I hadn't put my room in order. I checked my phone for any missed calls from Daimon, looking at the time altogether. I was really late but I was not phased.

I would just make an appearance and come back. If I found a girl to bring home tonight, fine, if not, I'd sleep again. I just wanted to sleep.

Finally getting fed up, I took another pack of my cigarettes, drinking some orange juice to quench my thirst, I was ready to leave..

I walked to my garrage to pick a car which I was going to use. I finally decided on my blue bentley to go with my shirt. I was a really proud person yes!, I didnt deny it.

Let's get this over with…