It usually ends up the same with that old geezer. We argue, I throw a hit, my mom cries, and I'm now at the bar drinking away my problems. Hopefully I could forget about my sad insatiable life. I already felt my head spinning from the alcohol and I could barely feel any limb on my body. Maybe I could get away with a good hook-up. I could learn how to get my shit together and just not be a world class dick with anger issues. It was a problem I admit, but I never said I was normal. Most people get on my nerves for no reason and I end up either with a black eye or in a coma for three years. Not my best moment but thankfully it was not my worst.

Being in a coma had its perks. Sleep being one of them, even though the dreams were weird. My mom was devastated when I fell into the coma and she was scared I would never wake up. I missed a lot in the three years too. My brother had died and my dad ran off with some other chick, whom I had never met. My mom married my step dad and my sister is nowhere to be found till this day. It had been four years since I had woken up and life was shittier than before. If that was even possible. I had so much burden to carry and on top of that, school was a pain in my ass. Missing three years of it didn’t help in the slightest and even then, I never cared about my education anyway, it was meaningless and I had no desire to work for shit. I expected to be dying on the side of a curb next to a liquor store, foaming at the mouth by the time I was forty-two. Seemed like a plan to me. There wasn’t much to live for when you were Nathan Conti.

I sat my glass down on the counter and buried my face in my arm as I let out a groan. I forced myself to sit up as I made eye contact with the bartender.

“Another” I said before I let my head drop back onto the counter.

“Sir, it's close to closing time and most of everybody has left by now.” She said to me as she cleaned a cup with a white rag.

I looked up at her and gave a dirty look before I stood up on wobbly legs and flipped her off before I walked out with my hands in my pockets. Fuck this place.

I brushed my hair out of my face and flipped my hood up before I took the cigarettes out of my pock and lit it as it sat between my lips. So much for getting laid, there was always tomorrow.

I walked down a few blocks, it was quiet and barely anybody was around. I continued walking, taking in the sights of the scenery around me. I blew out some smoke before I heard the sound of police sirens. I turned to look behind me and I watched as a really nice black car sped by with three police cars on its tail. The pace that they were going though was just a blur to me. Looked like fun and in my defense, it’s been a while since I fucked around like that. I had only been a teenager and I still got away from the cops without having a driver's license. Fourteen year old me would have loved to be in that situation and so would the current twenty-three year old me if I were to be honest. I continued to walk towards my apartment. My mom and step dad were staying with me because of some infestation and I am still wondering why I said it was okay. I said no at first but then my mom started to cry and I caved. I really need to tell her to suck it up, she was a whole ass adult and it was not my fault she wanted to fuck around and find out that the age of fifteen. She was a depressed and emotional bitch and I hated that. But the thing I hated most was her shit taste in men. She had three kids with someone who cheated on her constantly and once that cock sucker dipped she went for someone who beats the shit out of her twenty four seven. Not in my fucking apartment. That was why me and the bitch got into a fight in the first place, he thought it would be a good idea to treat her like shit in front of me. He lost, and I was mad so I left… for the night. Now the sun was coming up, I was wasted, and I was tired out of my mind. I can't take another night of their arguing and make-up sex, it was nauseating. Made me want to chug a whole bottle of Gin and pass out on a staircase somewhere. Maybe I had an alcohol problem too. Shit. There were a whole bunch of things wrong with me, weren't there?

I opened the door to my apartment to find my mom sleeping on the floor and my step dad on the pull out couch. What the hell? I walked over, as drunk as a sailor, to my mom and with all my might that I had left, lifted her up and laid her on the small couch near the balcony window. I ran my fingers through my hair and went to my room before I took off my hoodie and plopped onto my bed, letting sleep take over the headache that was starting to form, but I was out before it reached the point of annoyance.

I speed past people and cars alike. Not giving a care in the world about anything, my brother would kill me, but I couldn’t give a shit. This was the most fun I have had in a while. Don’t get me wrong, I love torture and a good ole fuck here and there but this; running from the cops in a high speed car chase was a whole other story. The feel of constant adrenaline pumping through your veins is unlike any other feeling out there.

The police have been on my family's ass since even before I was born. They were so keen on taking my family down but that was never gonna happen. We were precise on how we did things and how we took care of inconveniences. Well…my brothers were, they had to be perfect, most of the time. But me? I was the black sheep. My frazzled ADHD mind couldn’t take being so quick and clean like my brothers. I had to be messy and have my fun with little rats. I usually handle things with a wooden bat. You know, the ones that have the barbed wires all over it? Yeah that one. Usually I would hit people with it until they talked and then when they were done, I would shoot them dead. It made me happy to see blood and brains splattered all over every surface of the basement me and my brothers used to interrogate people. Very simple stuff.

I took a sharp turn to the left. It led into a sketchy alleyway. There was one person but I didn’t slow down to take a good look at them. They turned towards me and I caught the slightest glimpse of wispy, long, black hair before a zoomed passed them. I couldn’t turn around, not when the cops were on my ass. As much as I wanted to see them a little closer, I couldn’t. Maybe in another life Mystery person. I took an exit out of the alley and turned down another one before I slowed down and watched as the cop cars sped right past me. I let out a loud sigh before I sat back in my seat. My heart was still pumping from the excitement and my leg was still bouncing up and down. I needed to get home before I fell asleep in my car. Not like I hadn’t before, I just prefer to sleep in my bed.

I started the car up again and slowly made my way out of the alley. I turned down a quiet street full of houses. I just wanted to get home at this point. I was about to turn on some music before my phone rang. It was my older brother; Sebastien. I gave a loud groan before I picked it up and answered it.

“Yo” I said, waiting for my brother's response.

“What the fuck Ollie? What were you thinking?” He said through the phone, eerily calm.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, hoping he didn’t already find out about the police chase that I was just in.

“You got chased by the cops, on purpose!” He yelled.

Shit. He kept up to date with the police. Didn’t he?

“Look, I was just having some fun. Nothing to worry about Seb.” I say as I turn onto my street.

“Fun? You could have been caught for fucks sake!” He shouted. I knew it was coming. His loud raspy voice reminded me way too much of dad. He knew that too.

“Hey, calm down big bro, it’s all taken care of, I took my license plate off before it all went down.” I said as I finally turned into my driveway.

He let out a sigh and I could tell just by hearing him that he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“If you get caught for stupid shit like this, then this whole family is fucked.”

I took a second as I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of my car. “Yeah, I get it. I promise, nothing is gonna happen. Lighten up!” I said in an enthusiastic tone before I entered my house.

He hung up after saying goodbyes and I headed to my room after locking the front door behind me. I loved my family, more than anything and I would always put their best interests first. After our mom died, the only stable person that was in our lives. We had nothing but each other. Our dad had a wandering eye and was constantly out cheating, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I had some secret sibling out there somewhere.

I took off my coat and threw it on the ground next to the couch. I kicked off my shoes as I made my way to my room. I didn’t care if I made a mess. I could always get to it in the morning. I opened the door to my bedroom and stripped until I was nude. I slipped into bed and took one look out my slightly uncovered window and saw the sun peeking out from behind the horizon. Ah, what the fuck.

I turned away from the window and fell asleep. But not without thinking about the random person in that alley way. The only other person in that alley way.

—

I TAKE OUT MY PHONE and start to call my brother. The police chase wasn’t as bad and didn’t really put our family in jeopardy except for the fact I went down an alleyway that just so happened to be private property. That's why only one person was there. Makes sense now.

The phone rings and on the third buzz, my brother picks up.

“Hey man,” I said through the line as I hopped out of my car and leaned against it.

“What did you do?” He asks. Zavier was much more fun to be around than Seb. He knew how to have a good laugh and be serious all at once.

“You immediately think I did something?” I said as I tried to make my voice sound as dramatic as possible.

“Well, why else would you be calling me?”

“Excellent point!” I said “However, that’s not why I need you, at least not right now. I just wanted to ask if you would want to have some fun? There's a rat in my trunk and I'm already at the old Mason’s place. What do ya say baby bro?” I asked as I took a cigarette out of the box that was in my pocket and lit it before I rested it in between my lips.

I hear a sigh come from my brother on the other side of the phone. “Fine. I’ll be there in fifteen.” He said and hung up.

Perfect. I looked around and then at the abandoned house. The Mason’s were another crime family. However, despite being all rich and fancy, they had a cottage not far out of the city in a secluded area in the woods. The Morselli’s took it over and our families went to war for a long time. But now the Masons are dead and we still used their property for stuff such as this.

I walked over to the trunk of my car and opened it. There lay a snitch. Someone who had taken my family for a bunch of fools and is now gonna pay the consequences. Fucking bitch. I lifted him up and pulled him out of the trunk. I dropped his heavy ass onto the cement and his head made a thud when it hit the ground. I shut the trunk door and dragged him inside the Cabin.

I carefully made my way down the stairs to the basement. I made sure not to hit his head anymore than I did. I wanted him to be awake to feel what it’s like to have your organs ripped out. I tied him to a metal chair that had been screwed into the concrete floor. I made sure the knots were tight and unable to get loose, no matter how hard he struggled.

I stepped back away from the tied down man as I heard the basement door click open. The door shut behind him and he made his way down the stairs. Zavier had arrived with a duffel bag in hand.

“What's in there?” I ask, pointing towards the bag that Zavier had hanging from his grasp.

“Just a few extra toys that I picked up from the trade a few days ago. Nothing special.” He said as he opened the bag and spilled out all of the weapons from the bag. “Cool right?”

“Uh, Fuck yeah!” I yelled as I bent down to grab a dagger.

“Ok Lunatic, non arrivare all'omicidio felice.”

“Oh please. Me? Murder happy? No! Never!” I say as I slap my hand on my chest. “What would make you say such a thing?”

“Because it’s…you. Obviously.” He said as he crossed his arms.

“Fair enough. But in this case, it’s necessary.” I say as I stand up straight and start spinning a hunting knife.

Just before my brother spoke he caught himself and went into full serious mode. I turned around and saw good ole Mr. Febber started to wake up from his little nap.

“Oh shit! Good evening Derek. How was your sleep?” I asked as I fully turned away from my brother and towards the man that was gonna pay for stealing all of our family funds.

“W-what is this?” Derek struggled against the rope, moving back and forth as if he was having a seizure.

“This” I circled my hands, gesturing to his current form. “Is what you deserve, pretty boy.”

“Please! I did nothing! You have to believe me.” He pleaded.

I didn't believe him, not one bit. I had evidence that he attempted to screw my family over. My family will always come first no matter what and the situation that was currently sitting in front of me was not okay. At all.

“Oh. So you didn't steal most of the money that was gonna be used to build a children's hospital?” Zavier Jumped in, walking up behind me.

“Right. Don’t you care about the kids?” I ask, holding a knife up to his neck.

“No, No. I do! I swear Th-the money was to help my sick daughter! She has Cancer!” He yelled. This wasn’t really helping his case. However, I get what he was trying to do but he could have asked for the money with that reason and Sebastien would’ve gladly given it to him out of the kindness of his heart.

“We would’ve given you the extra money if you asked for it.” My brother said as if he was reading my mind. I nodded at the man, agreeing with Zavier.

“But you didn't, so now my dearest brother and I get to have a little fun.” I said as I walked towards the table that held a whole bunch of weapons. I grabbed my go-to item. The bat. With the barbed wire. My precious baby.

I twisted it around in my hand and relished in the weight of it in my hand.

I turned back to the shit face prick that betrayed our family.

“So. Tell me, did you already spend the money?” I asked as I shifted the bat back and forth from each hand as I waited for a response.

“N-no! W-well, some of it but not all of it! I can pay you back, just please let me go” He begged.

“Alright. Fine.” I lifted the bat over my shoulder and I swung the bat into his rib cage. He let out a scream as the vibration of bone cracking was sent up my arm and to my dick.

Zavier uncrossed his arms and took a switchblade out of his pocket. He fidgeted with it as he walked closer and closer to The Traitor.

“What possessed you to play with fire? You know exactly what you were in for when you decided to fuck my family over.” He said as he leaned down and held the switchblade to Derek’s neck. His face and sweat running down it and tears filled his eyes. I was half hoping that my brother would slit his throat already.

“Please, I promise! It will never happen again.” I said with a shivery breath.

“You’re right. It won’t.” I say and my brother pulled the knife away from Derek’s throat.

I watched as relief took his face until my brother plunged his switchblade into The traitor’s thigh. Derek screamed and his eyes opened to a very inhuman extent at the shock. I grinned at the very lovely sight.

“Shut up.” Zavier spat. “Do you want me to cut your tongue next?” He asked as he ripped out the knife from his leg and held it to the corner of his mouth.

Derek shut his mouth quickly and side-eyed the knife that was threatening to cut a forever smile in his face. Derek violently shook his head, silently begging not to be harmed.

I looked at him and my grin faded. Zavier stepped back and crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall. I stepped up and jabbed my bat into his stomach. I stepped back as he gagged and threw up vomit and blood onto the floor. I looked at Zavier for a split second to see his face scrunched up in disgust. I held back my laugh as his eyes started to tear up from the coughing and gagging.

He looked at me then at Zavier. Me and my brother shared a look and he gave me a nod. I smiled before I walked to the side of Derek and tensed my hands around my bat. He looked at me with spit and vomit running down his chin. Tears started to fill his eyes and his lip started to quiver.

“You are a good man for wanting to help your daughter but you made a terrible mistake. We will send your wife and child your regards” I said before I lined the bat up to his head. I smiled and swung the bag with all my force. The bat collided with his skull and a crunching sound echoed through the basement.

I bashed his head in over and over again until he was unrecognizable.Blood and pieces of brain started to stick to the bat. I stopped and my brother pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the body.

Zavier shrank to the floor to get a look at the now very dead Derek Febber.

“I’ll get this mess situated. Call Julia and then our brother.” He said to me and he continued to examine the body.

“On it.” I said and went up stairs to call our personal cleaner.

I have been staring at my ceiling and slowly regretting my decision to let my mom and her bitch ass husband stay with me until the extermination process was complete. They said they didn’t know how long it would last. Could be weeks, months or even years. I cannot deal with these motherfuckers for another day.

I forced myself up out of bed and my head started to spin. I have been drinking a lot more than usual. I ran my hand through my messy hair and down my face as I tried to shake away the headache and sleep. I let out a groan as the slight ringing in my ears faded off and the terrible sound of my step-dads voice screaming at my mom. Fucking Christ.

I got out of bed and threw on the same sweatshirt I have been wearing for the past three weeks. It smelled like alcohol and desperation but that was fine by me. Maybe it could be used as a call for help. I desperately need it with fucked up things that had happened in my family in the past six years.

I walked into the living room and my step-dad had a vase that my older sister got me in his hand. That was the last thing she got me before she disappeared out of my life forever.

I ran up to him and snatched the vase out of his hand.

“What the fuck?” I yell and I use my sleeve and wipe off his grubby fingerprints of the vase before I sit it back on the TV stand.

“Tell your mother to stop being such a bitchy little slut!” He yelled at me as he pointed at my crying mom.

“That's enough.” I got in his face and pushed him against the wall. “Wanna say that again you sad sack of shit?” I asked.

He pushed me off of him and looked over my shoulder at my mother. “Tell your dick-sucking son to learn his place before I beat the shit out of his homo ass.” He yelled and I have taken enough from this alpha male wanna-be.

I punched him across the face and my mom screamed and he got up and tackled me. We both fell to the floor and I kneed him in the ribs and he attempted to strangle me. I gathered up my strength to flip him around so I could have the upper hand. I held him down as I punched him repeatedly until his eyes shut. In the midst of my rage I felt delicate hands wrap around my shoulders and pull me off my step-dad. I slowly tried to calm myself down as I wiped the blood off my face.

“You got him baby, just please stop hitting him.” She cried as she hugged me.

I stood there in her embrace, not hugging back but not moving either. I wanna fucking kill this bastard.

“I want him out of my home. You can stay but he needs to go.” I tell her as I head back to my room.

“But-”

“No. No buts. He is getting out today.” I say before slamming my bedroom door.

I couldn’t do this, not today, not at all. I was getting really fucking tired of trying to hurt my mom but it’s even worse when he actually tried to start shit in my own fucking home. It’s idiotic. However, what would I know, I do idiotic shit all the time no matter the situation.

I took off my hoodie and threw on a clean shirt before I changed my sweatpants out for baggy ripped jeans. I did not wanna be in the same space as that old bitch any longer.

I stepped out of the house and walked to the main floor. I could bet a million dollars that I looked like shit and my hair was messy but I don’t care, how could I? Nobody was worth impressing and I am too lazy to put in the effort. Also my Synesthesia would never let me be with someone without seeing a dumb or ugly color or having a bitter taste in my mouth. It was just my life. That's why I couldn't stand being in the same place as my moms husband. He quite literally put a bad taste in my mouth.

I stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus. I didn’t know where I was going or how long I was gonna be out. I Just wanted to leave as fast as possible. I let out a loud sigh before I heard a familiar rasp of a sports car. Just then, the same black car came speeding past me. I watched as it turned the corner at the end of the street. I am getting a ride. I ran down the alleyway of the apartment complex and hopped the wooden picket fence that split off from the street they went down. I heard the roar of the car racing down the street and I ran into the middle of the road the moment my feet hit the sidewalk. The same sports car zoomed down the street at top speed and made a screeching sound as it quickly avoided hitting me.

“What the fuck!” A man rolled down his window and yelled at me. Usually voices of people like him make me wanna vomit but instead I felt a sweet tang in my mouth. Who is this guy?

“I wanna ride.” I say calmly, still standing in the middle of the street in front of this very expensive car.

“What? You can't just run in front of a car and demand a ride. Are you crazy?” He yelled.

I ignored his question. I walked over to the passenger's seat and climbed in, shutting the door and making eye contact with him. He was really hot and so fucking god-like.

“What the hell?” He said calmly, almost like he was asking me if I was being serious. He paused for a second as his eyes widened. “Oh mio Dio, sei tu.”

“English. I can’t speak whatever the hell that is!” I say as I gesture my hand at him.

He shook his head, knocking himself out of his own daze.

“Fine. I'll be your fucking uber. Where to?” He asked as he started up the car.

“Nowhere. Just take me on a joy ride.” I say as I sit back, staring in front of me.

He looked at me for a second and rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Buckle up-” He stopped short and stared at me. I got the hint and answered.

“Nathan. You?” I asked.

“Oliver.” He looked back at the street as he messed with the engine. “You gonna buckle up?”

I looked at him and grabbed the roof of the car. “No. if we crash and I die, burn my body in the woods. Understood?” I asked with a death stare and he just smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He was so perfect I couldn’t even think straight.

He scoffed and in a matter of seconds he raced down the street and drifted around sharp corners. I smiled at the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The excitement was too much but it was still so fun. This was stupid. I knew it was stupid. But I also know that I was stupid, in every way. No harm no foul. This dumb decision I have made was just one of many. If I see something like this just happening, I will do everything and anything to be in the same place that it occurred. My sister said I would get myself hurt or even killed if I kept this up but I don’t care. I don’t want to care. All I want is this. Being in a fast as fuck sports car going down every street at top speed with a hot guy that didn’t make me wanna vomit. This was a dream come true.

A few minutes went by and I started to hear the faint sounds of police sirens in the distance. I looked in the rearview mirror as the noise started to get closer and closer. A police car came speeding towards us and I looked at Oliver.

He was smiling like the devil and I could see fire in his eyes. This man is a freak. I smiled and he went faster than before. We turned a corner and three more police cars came out of thin air. Oliver drifted around them and went down a tight alleyway. The police sirens closed in behind us but then the sound slowly drifted away as we went farther and farther down the alleyway.

I let out a sigh and laughed before Oliver joined me with his little chuckle.

“What the hell.” I laughed as I sat back in my seat.

Oliver slowed down as he turned out of the alleyway.

“So, Was it fun?” He asked as he parked and turned towards me.

“Hell yeah. Definitely would do that again.” I say as I turn my head towards him.

His accent sounded familiar but I couldn’t tell from where. Would it be rude to ask? Probably, my sister would’ve thought it was rude. Fuck it.

“What's your accent from?” I ask as I sit forward but still stare at him.

Oliver sat back and let out a scoff before he decided to answer my question.

“I’m Italian. Are they really that stupid?” He asked as he pulled out a cigarette from the box that sat in his pocket.

“Hey! Watch it motherfucker.” I said, mocking his accent before I sat back attempting to calm myself down.

Oliver laughed. This bitch did not know what was coming. I was ready to kick his ass all the way to next year. I was gonna make this man a Freddie Krueger look-alike if he didn’t knock it off.

“Sorry.” He said through laughing tears.

This guy was pissing me the fuck off.

“Shut up before I beat the fuck out of you.”

Oliver’s laughter faded away and he ran his hand through his hair.

“Why did you run in the middle of the street and ask a stranger for a ‘joy ride’?” He asked, still smiling from the laughter.

“I don’t know. I don’t really have a reason for most things I do.” I replied.

I looked out the car window and saw the brightness of the golden hour. The sun was setting and I didn’t want to go home. I sighed and brushed my hair out of my face.

“What?” He asked. The sweet cotton candy-like taste filled my senses.

“Nothing. Just bored now.” I say truthfully. It wasn’t easy for me to lie. I was always blunt when it came to things like this.

“Tough.” He scoffed and gripped the steering wheel. “Wanna go back to my place?”

I looked at him and couldn’t help but smile. This guy could be fun to fuck around with. I nodded and he smiled. Oliver started the car and took off at lightning speed.

I rolled down the window and felt the wind flow through my hair. It felt amazing. Almost like I was a teenager again, almost like that coma never happened.

—

WE ARRIVE AT HIS place and it wasn’t all I was expecting. The house wasn’t some big mansion. It was normal. It was a basic lower middle class home. It looked nice and cozy, like a family of four were living there happily. Out of nowhere, I felt a hand graze my back. I froze up until I realized it was Oliver.

“Are you gonna go in or?” He asked and I nodded.

He walked up the porch steps and unlocked the door. He moved to the side so I could go in. I took one look around and immediately knew he was not supposed to live in a house like this. On the outside it was just a nice and quaint home. On the inside it had white walls with a golden rim. There were expensive paintings and plants. I walked down the hall and saw the doorway to the living room. The room had a piano and very high priced couches and chairs. A huge flat screen tv was mounted on the wall over a beautiful fireplace. I looked in awe.

“Why do you live in a house like this when you’re clearly rich.” I asked as he walked up behind me.

“Eh, the less I need to clean, the better. I’m terrible at picking up after myself.” He replied as he moved past me. I felt the brush of his length move against my waist and my cock shot up to the feel of him. The random ass man will not be the death of me. I refuse.