Twas the hour of ten.
The moon shone brightly blanketing the world in it's radiant glow. Bringing with it beauty unable to be replicated
This night was a special night. As many clubs had the previlage of being contact by a new supplyer. A boy no more than sixteen years approach them bringing with him certain "products".
Deals were secured and the night turned out to be relatively successful for Adrian. Although he could not secure deals with major clubs as they already had major supplyers.
But with the deals struck with smaller or medium sized clubs, the profits were already magnanimous for Aldrich.
Totalling all the deals, Adrian could get a steady flow of cash everyday of the week.
Adrian made it so that supplies would be maded everyday. Each club had it's supply day.
Profits totaled every week could add up to about twenty grands. It was a lot but, Adrian had plans that would flush said money down the toilet.
Walking home, Adrian had a satisfied smile on his facing. This night has been very productive. With the money realized from these deals, he could push forward with his plans to overthrow the [Street Tigers].
When he was about cross the street, sounds of struggle entered his ears.
Walking towards the alley where the sound of struggle was heard from. Adrian happen to witness a "jumping".
Kicks and punches as well as curses were hurled at a boy about fourteen years.
He was beaten to the ground. Folding his hands and legs, he protected his torso but that left the rest of his body open and three other teenagers took advantage of that.
Left for Adrian, he would have left immediately. He was not a goody two shoes like those anime protagonists. He was a seasoned killer. This ordinary spectacle normally would mean nothing to him but, a problem had risen with the supplies of his products.
With the deals made, everyday of the week would be a supply day. The workload would affect Adrian if he were to do it alone. So he decided to save this boy and us- *ahem*, give him a job.
So having made up his mind, Adrian interrupted this little play.
"Em excuse me, I seem to be lost. Is this the route to the hospital?"
Mark and his friends were at first scared when they heard that voice thinking it was an adult and they were caught. But something seemed off.
Turning towards the entrance, they came to see a young man no older than them. Standing there with a refined pose. His hands were in his pockets and he looked at them with a bored expression.
Finally acknowledging that it was just one person and not an adult at that, they shared a looked then burst out laughing.
*HAHAHAHAHAHA*
Mark felt stupid for being afraid of the boy in front of him. So he mocked in a fake accent.
"Aww, is the little British cunt lost, aww you want me to call your mommy or, or can I get you some fish and chips"
Laughter echoed in the small alley. As three teenagers mocked a lone one.
Adrian's eyes grew cold for a second but he suppressed it and replied nonchalantly.
"Leave the boy alone and I promise you, this will not be the way to the hospital."
Mark annoyed by that statement and the feeling of danger his instincts were warning him of, signalled his goons.
Both of them seeing the sign walked up slowly towards Adrian who still had a bored expression on his face but, his eyes were smiling as is amused.
Goon 1 rushed forward like a tiger or a bear whichever. Running towards Adrian like a truck.
Adrian did not have time to play with these pussies. With a well timed side step, the punch was averted. And before goon 1 could regain his bearing,
*BAM*
A tooth was knocked out followed by the sound of a body falling hard on the ground.
Goon 2 stopped dead in his tracks after seeing that. A scared expression on his face as he witnessed Adrian, still with an outstretched fist standing there gloomily.
Goon 2 turned his head towards Mark for advice. But that was his mistake.
*BAM*
And a tooth from goon 2 was thrown into the air also followed by sounds of agony.
*AHHHHHWWW*
"Man what the fuck" good 2 cried out.
Adrian gazed at him. A bored expression stilled painted his facade. He could not help but channel some of his "killing intent".
Causing goon 2 and even Mark to freeze when they gazed back into those irises. They were like a worlds devoid of any emotions. Cold, unforgiven and promised death.
Yes. Mark was certain that the owner of those eyes could and would kill them without feeling anything. Not even pity.
An even chillier voice, akin to that of a grim reaper was heard in the graveyard quiet Alley.
"Scram. Fools"
Mark and goon 2 did not need any more sermon from anyone as they were convinced right there and then that the devil was real.
And he had come from the depths of hell, possessing the kid in front of them just to inflict torture upon them.
Picking up their passed out partner, they proceded to scram out of the alley. Making sure not to look in the devil's cold grey eyes whilst they passed him.
Adrian chuckled when he saw their reaction. It amused him. He could not help but think he had a bit of schadenfreude in him.
Turning towards the victim, Adrian noticed it was a young African American boy. His hair was made in an afro, and his clothes were torned in different places as a testiment to the horrors he just endured.
Adrian sighed. Lending his hand to the boy he asked politely.
"What's your name kid"
The kid in question looked weirdly at the boy who called him a 'kid' before taking his hand and with his help stood up.
"My name's Michelson. Michelson Ackworth. Thanks man for saving me. I owe you one"
Adrian noticed that even though Michelson was grateful for his help, he sounded more afraid. It seemed like the goons he just beat up we're going to come after him again to take revenge against this poor soul. And this time Adrian might not be there to stop them.
Sigh, trouble was knocking. Adrian put Michelson's arm on his own shoulder to support him before inquiring.
"Who were those fools and what did they want with you"
Michelson, grateful for his benefactor's help answered his questions.
"The head dick's name is Mark and his uncle is a member of the [Street Tigers]. That motherfucker uses his uncle's reputation to bully teens like us and extorting money from us calling it 'fees'."
"So he's a wannabe gangster" Adrian hummed.
While supporting Michelson, Adrian took him towards his home, continuing the conversation.
"My name is Adrian De Sinclair and, I would like to offer you a job".
Michelson turned his head slightly towards Adrian and then asked sarcastically.
"What job can you offer me"
Adrian tried to convince him saying.
"Look Mike, can I call you that?, anyway what am trying to say is, those goons are gonna come after you again and again. Taking out their frustration of not getting me on you. You will be hunted day and night and you will run like a fugitive. Why don't you just come stay and work for me and I promise, you will be protected."
*CHUCKLE*
"Yeah right. How's you gonna protect me from them gangsters huh"
Mike try to laugh but the pain in his ribs said otherwise, so he let out a chuckle instead.
Adrian was not angry at that. Anybody would be suspicious if they were in his shoes. So he tried to convince him more.
"Let me give you my Address. When you are all rested. Find me and we can come up with something"
Adrian supported Mike as both came to a 24/7 pharmacy. Michelson thanked Adrian his savior. Adrian shrugged it off and paid his bills before bidding Michelson farewell.
After that episode,
Adrian walked home peacefully. Strolling leisurely through the city that never sleeps.
As the hours of the twilight passed by, the city that never sleeps truly did not sleep. It was also at this hour that the underworld came to light. Robbery, theft, extortion, cocaine dealing, everything.
While the rest of the world slept. The underworld only just begun it's activities.
Adrian reached home around past 2. He settled in, freshened up then went to bed.
Tomorrow he would share the good news with his siblings. Vivian could finally start her job as an accountant.
After more funds accumulated, he would push forward his shopping list. First he's got to buy a phone for himself and for Pierce and Vivian.
He also needed to send the twins to School. They were getting tired with all the books at home. They had to go out to further their studies, while also making friends. That is, If they could.
He also needed a base of operations. As he intended to start gathering manpower. The [Street Tigers] days were numbered.
He still needed information on them. So, he was going to visit his old friend Rowland.
Adrian sought to usurp the [Street Tigers] from their seats and take complete control over these streets then, he would push forward. Controlling the entire district.
But all that was left for tomorrow. At this very moment, he had to sleep. Drifting to sleep while thinking of great plans for the future was not easy at all.