thepoeticmaster2121
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Alex felt the taxi jolt and his eyes burst open, he felt his old marine training kick in and he reached for the pistol tucked against his side. Of course no sooner had his hands touched the warm cheery wood grip that he realized he wasn’t in Iraq. Instead he was in a simple taxicab rolling down the streets of his old hometown. Alex breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed running his hands through his buzzed black hair as he attempted to calm himself. He had been stateside for three months now but every time he went to sleep his body seemed to think he was transported back to Iraq. No matter how much sleeping medicine he took he always seemed to wake up reaching for his gun as if he still needed to defend himself from the insurgents that murdered his squad.
The memory was painful, to painful to think about so he tried his best to push it away. Not that it mattered most nights he was reliving it in his dreams trying to defend and save his squad over and over again. The memories had become his personal hell clawing at his dreams and reducing him to shreds every night. He tried his best to fight and defend himself from them but how could he? How could he defeat his own demons? The doctor said he was going through survivor’s guilt and eventually he would learn to live with it but he felt like that peace would never come.
“Was just about to wake you any ways” The Taxi cab grunted pulling to a stop “were here”
“Yeah we sure are” Alex murmured looking at the luxurious apartment complex in front of him “Keep the change” he murmured pushing his last few bills into the drivers waiting hands.
He popped the door and stepped out before he could say any thing. The harsh sunlight battered against his sunglasses but he ignored it instead walking as fast as he could into the comfort of the cool air conditioning. He was already sweating enough from his nerves. The family was no joke, they were the most powerful mafia family in the city and were known to be as ruthless as they were profitable.
It was hard to believe they had once been his family
His father was a top-level enforcer before he died, which meant Alex grew up in the life. He still remembered the big family bar-b-queue they had still remembered calling professional killers “uncle” or “cousin”. Even more so he remembered looking up to them wanting to be them even running around with a fake gun and imagining killing a man. It wasn’t until his father and mother died that he realized the reality of the life and he had fled it in an attempt to gain some sort of honor.
He had fled her to
He tried not to follow THAT particular thought, he needed to be an as professional as possible even though he didn’t want to. She was the boss now and ultimately it would be up to her if she could rejoin the family. He pushed away the memories of long nights talking to each other, pushed away the memories of training and boxing with her and instead walked up to the receptionist typing away.
“I’m here to see the boss” Alex said pulling out his gun and handing it to her “I have an appointment now”
“She is waiting for you” The receptionist said nodding and gesturing to the elevator “welcome back Mr. Stone”
“Its uh good to be back” Alex said smiling nervously, he turned on his heel and marched over to the elevator. It smoothly opened to greet him and he stepped in looking at himself in the mirror as the elevator began its journey up on its own accord. He was a handsome man with strong facial features and captivating electric green eyes, his hair was still buzzed short from his time in the military but he had a light stubble on his chin to show a little rebellion. He had on his marine uniform (it was the only “fancy” thing he had) and it showed off his powerful muscular form.
All in all he looked pretty good for a screwed up dude
“I’m sure she is angry at me” Alex said sighing softly “but just behave and say your sorry she deserves that much”
Before he could figure out what to say the elevator door opened bringing him directly into a nice office. He stepped out and eyed the chair behind the desk as memories of seeing her father sitting behind it filled his mind. He wasn’t behind it however instead was his best friend, the love of his life.
And the girl he left behind
"Hello Karli i'm back"
The memory was painful, to painful to think about so he tried his best to push it away. Not that it mattered most nights he was reliving it in his dreams trying to defend and save his squad over and over again. The memories had become his personal hell clawing at his dreams and reducing him to shreds every night. He tried his best to fight and defend himself from them but how could he? How could he defeat his own demons? The doctor said he was going through survivor’s guilt and eventually he would learn to live with it but he felt like that peace would never come.
“Was just about to wake you any ways” The Taxi cab grunted pulling to a stop “were here”
“Yeah we sure are” Alex murmured looking at the luxurious apartment complex in front of him “Keep the change” he murmured pushing his last few bills into the drivers waiting hands.
He popped the door and stepped out before he could say any thing. The harsh sunlight battered against his sunglasses but he ignored it instead walking as fast as he could into the comfort of the cool air conditioning. He was already sweating enough from his nerves. The family was no joke, they were the most powerful mafia family in the city and were known to be as ruthless as they were profitable.
It was hard to believe they had once been his family
His father was a top-level enforcer before he died, which meant Alex grew up in the life. He still remembered the big family bar-b-queue they had still remembered calling professional killers “uncle” or “cousin”. Even more so he remembered looking up to them wanting to be them even running around with a fake gun and imagining killing a man. It wasn’t until his father and mother died that he realized the reality of the life and he had fled it in an attempt to gain some sort of honor.
He had fled her to
He tried not to follow THAT particular thought, he needed to be an as professional as possible even though he didn’t want to. She was the boss now and ultimately it would be up to her if she could rejoin the family. He pushed away the memories of long nights talking to each other, pushed away the memories of training and boxing with her and instead walked up to the receptionist typing away.
“I’m here to see the boss” Alex said pulling out his gun and handing it to her “I have an appointment now”
“She is waiting for you” The receptionist said nodding and gesturing to the elevator “welcome back Mr. Stone”
“Its uh good to be back” Alex said smiling nervously, he turned on his heel and marched over to the elevator. It smoothly opened to greet him and he stepped in looking at himself in the mirror as the elevator began its journey up on its own accord. He was a handsome man with strong facial features and captivating electric green eyes, his hair was still buzzed short from his time in the military but he had a light stubble on his chin to show a little rebellion. He had on his marine uniform (it was the only “fancy” thing he had) and it showed off his powerful muscular form.
All in all he looked pretty good for a screwed up dude
“I’m sure she is angry at me” Alex said sighing softly “but just behave and say your sorry she deserves that much”
Before he could figure out what to say the elevator door opened bringing him directly into a nice office. He stepped out and eyed the chair behind the desk as memories of seeing her father sitting behind it filled his mind. He wasn’t behind it however instead was his best friend, the love of his life.
And the girl he left behind
"Hello Karli i'm back"