Carlos
I shot my bloody eyes at my father. Every fiber of my nerve springing with intense hatred.
My father is the last person I want to see in my dismay.
His very presence scares me.
The dark glasses on his eyes shows how strict he has always been. He usually puts on those glasses whenever he means business.
He had a bodyguard behind him...a new one.
Usually, it was Johnny, the hulk.
I wonder what happened to him?
Maybe Alvarez was tired of his fat ass. I just know his little penis couldn't fit in.
Dad would do anything to prove he was straight, but I know I got my gay instinct from him.
For a man that leaves with only men as his servants, I think I'll call him a queer.
"Carlos!" His cold voice struck my desiccated heart.
"Mr. Alvarez!" I muttered his name, my eyes showing anger towards him. My teeth are grinding.
"Welcome! Mr. Jonathan Alvarez" the sheriff greeted him warmly. He had a hint of a smile on his cheeks.
He knew my father very well. This is not the first time I have been here either.
The first time was when Alvarez l sent me on my first assignment to deliver drugs to his client.
I was on my way when I suddenly heard police sirens echoing, I was so afraid that I rashly hit the gear and exceeded the speed limit.
Sheriff Haywood has always seen my felony as an opportunity to strengthen his friendship with Jonathan. He doesn't mind corroborating me over and over again just to feed his ego.
Jonathan is a wealthy Mafia, a treacherous one.
He hopes I take this side of him and run his company as his only son, but I'll turn him down over and over again.
At a young age, Jonathan engages me in his crimes. He says he wants me to be exposed to his business.
So irritating how he calls that a business.
At least, he didn't lie about his secret society and status. He uses the "Sterling Company" as a cover up for his underground activities.
All the shareholders of the company are part of his Mafia crew.
However, he does lie about one thing though.
The fact that he's gay.
For a year now, I've been avoiding my father. He won't shake off the feeling of wanting me to be his partner in business.
I've been skipping the office for that reason.
"I'm sorry sheriff...you know how the gen z's are these days?" Jonathan interjected my thoughts. His hand strengthened his crotch.
I tilt my head forward to see the sheriff's reaction.
Hell no way those two are actually fucking.
Sheriff Haywood has just finished explaining the murder case to Mr. Alvarez. He didn't even state it was an accident.
If only I wasn't absent minded, I'd have snapped in.
Before I could grasp what was going on, Jonathan had already slipped a check in the sheriff's hands through a handshake.
Wait! Are these two fucking each other for real?
"Let's go Carlos!" Jonathan ordered standing up from the seat and walking towards the door.
I looked at the sheriff sternly, squinting my eyes at him to confirm my suspicions.
He's not even attractive, just interested in Jonathan's money.
I smirked and walked away from his office.
It's boredom sitting there and seeing him anyway.
Jonathan was waiting for me outside the sheriff's office.
A stranger brushed my shoulder while trying to go inside the sheriff's office. He was in a hurry, had red eyes and shabby blonde hair.
Handsome dude though. I turned and he's got a good ass like Captain America's.
"I'm talking to you!" Jonathan called my attention. He must have said a few words that I didn't listen to.
I landed a cold gaze at him.
His face was emotionless, and he liked me less happy and cold anyway.
"So, you spend your time getting into trouble now?" He said to me, His gaze fixed and stern.
I rolled my eyes, "since when do you care?"
"Well, since the day I realized that you're my only son".
It's painful for me too... realizing that I'm Jonathan's only heir.
"I want you to know that I won't put up with your nuisance anymore" he said to me and took a step forward as though he was about to walk into me.
"Fine! I never asked you to stand up for me in the first place. I'm old enough to take care of myself." I raised my voice at him first. A few cops in the area turned to look at us.
He smirked, "I see." He said calmly.
He paused for a while and cleared his throat, "this is Megan, he'd be your bodyguard henceforth."
"I don't need a bodyguard," I resent, walking out on him.
A stronghold gripped me—Megan. He pulled me backward to stand once more before Jonathan.
"You leave me no choice Carlos" he said coldly and was about walking away.
"Wait! I'll get my own bodyguard." I suggested, knowing well that Megan might just be his spy.
"Hmm!" He smirked, "well, if you can't get one right now---Megan goes with you" he gave his final decision.
I look around and I see a bunch of cops and people filling in their complaints.
"Hey! Does anyone here want to be a billionaire's bodyguard?"
No response. I was completely ghosted.
"Sir—", a voice called from behind, stealing our attention.
I turned around to look at who it was.
Height ranging from 6 '1 or 6' 2 feet. He was the same man that brushed my shoulder when going into the sheriff's office.
His eyes were bloody red, like he spent his entire night drinking.
His brown eyes remind me of Stanley's.
He's fucking handsome than Stanley.
Great physique too.
He's perfect.
"He'll be my bodyguard," I said, clinging my hand to his. We glanced at each other, both of us showing somewhat disapproval.
"So, you'll rather let a stranger who is defenseless be your guard?" Jonathan stated, feeling disappointed.
"I'm a security sir... I've been trained in combat and know a few defense technique" the stranger replied.
"A few defense techniques?" He doesn't look pleased.
"Well, his main purpose is to make sure I don't get into trouble isn't it?" I said, fed up by Jonathan's presence.
"What is your name?" Jonathan questioned the stranger.
"Travis sir." He replied humbly, giving a bow.
"Travis...let me commend your duties to you."
Jonathan stepped forward and began adjusting the newbie's collar.
I wonder if he's also interested in this one too?