---Tommy's POV---
Tommy. That's what members of my crew call me. I wonder why they call me that. Why not Tom? But to be honest, I really like the name Tommy. Yeah, it's okay with me. Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!
It's 9.00pm. I am in undisclosed location somewhere in New York city. I have one member of my crew with me.
In front of me is a man tied to a chair. He is bleeding and wheezing. His forehead is swollen due to my beating. I clenched my fist again. So he won't speak? What could I do? I had no choice. I really needed the info.
"You won't speak huh?" I asked the man as I punched him hard in the face.
"Hey Tommy, calm down you'll kill him before Ghost come here?"
"I don't care about Ghost. If anyone fuck with us they be dead. You get me J?"
"Yeah I get it but...."
"But what? You have a better way? I ain't going to sit around and wait for Ghost. You feel me? You either with me or you out...so what's it gonna be huh? Answer me Julio!"
"Alright!"
"So we good?"
"Yeah, we good," he answered moving away from me.
Julio must have guessed that I was already angry. I was really short tempered. He backed away and sat near the window. At least he gave me a personal space to deal with my guest. I didn't hesitate to get back to my job. I kept on hitting the Spaniard guy.
"Who took our shit you son of a bitch? Why wouldn't you answer? Maybe I should just kill you, right? Cómo te llamás?" I asked desperately.
"Me llamo Santi. Lo siento," the Spaniard answered in a low Spanish accent.
" You must be joking right? Then tell us who sent you huh?"
Fuck this! I really hated those who messed up with our business. But I know you are wondering what kind of business it was. Was it legal? Illegal? I guess you have the answer to that. Illegal. It was illegal. I was a drug dealer. Cocaine to be frank.
I guess now you know why I was very hard on the guy. I don't want police near our shit.
Just then the door was knocked. Who was it now? Were we hit again? I hope not. Nevertheless we had to be ever ready. I signaled to Julio to check it out. Just then a sound came from outside.
"Yo Tommy open up.... it's me Ghost"
Julio opened up the door and immediately Ghost barged into the room.
"Tommy what the hell is this?"
No one really understand Tommy. He is really short tempered even from his statement, ["I ain't going to sit around and wait for Ghost."]. Navigate the beginning of this story -Tommy and Ghost's life as drug king pins Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.