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A hand on my forehead, stressed out. I can't believe my Father's handing me the damn business already.
Well. I like violence and shit. Love seeing people's eyes snap out of their sockets when I shoot a bullet through their temple. It'll be easy as fuck. What do I even need to do? Just rule people around? Hah. Easy as that. And killing fuckers? My skill. My pleasure. Not even guilty pleasure. Brings me pure joy.
But, they told me there are some "requirements".
Now, what the fuck did they mean by that? Well, trust me. I could care less.
My job is to be someone independent and self-confident. Ready to take any responsibility. That's who I am. Levi fucking Suvillian.
There was a huge grand party for my new position. I loved parties, but I had other plans for tonight. It was noisier than it had ever been. Every person I barely knew existed coming and congratulating me. Some calling me mature, responsible and big. A grin curled up my lips. I was loving all that attention. Those were compliments I actually enjoyed. Not some lame ass cooing, talking about how big I am and how they saw me as a baby. I don't give two fucks. I'm too fly to even remember you peasants.
The guests mingled around. I snuck up at the back, where I waited for my girl, Jane.
For some dumb and delusional reason, my parents didn't like Jane. They said that they could "See through" her. The fuck?
My mother told me that she was some manipulative girl that was using me. I mean...even if she did, I won't give two fucks. Money has to be put into some use, huh? I took out my phone, texting her.
You: When are you arriving? I'm waiting.
Jane: Almost. Give me a while, honey~
seen.
🥂
After quite a while, she snuck in. She was in an ugly pink dress. Gosh. At least a sense of maturity? This is why I had to sneak in to meet her. I didn't say anything. Simply looking at her with cold eyes. Jane walks to me, wrapping her arms around my broad shoulders. I wrap my arms around her waist, rubbing it gently, kissing her on the forehead. My hard eyes softened, looking into hers.
I use my slender fingers to tuck her blonde hair behind her ear, giving me a better view of her face. She smiles, pecking me on my lips. I smirk. "How've you been, huh?" I smirk. She smiles back. "I've been good! What about you?" She asks. I nod. "All good." I chuckle.
We walk around the huge and modern backyard, her hand holding mine. She talks about her day, half of them made up stories. I look at her with an amused smirk, my love for her growing by the second.
More time goes by. I drop her off at her house, letting her steal a peck from me. I drive off back. Yeah, small interactions with her.
