Chapter 4 Four

"You stupid! What do you think, you can do whatever you want and I won't get to know. Where were you with those three punks? What were you doing so late?" Charlie's dad, Blake, shouted at him.

"What are you doing in my room?" Charlie said with an impassive face and wasn't guilty at all.

"Charlie Swift! Such a daring boy you are! I have blocked your card until you realise what you have done was wrong and be sorry for it. You are not allowed to meet Henry, Jacob and Daniel outside the college. I have talked to their parents too. We are keeping an eye on you boys," Blake said, angrily.

"Why don't you just mind your own business? What I do is what I do. I am not obliged to answer your every question," Charlie said, annoyingly.

"Well. You are! Because you are living in my house, spending my money and breathing because of my sperm," Blake snapped.

"I wish I wasn't the fastest sperm," Charlie threw his bag on the couch.

"What?"

"Nothing! Why are you here?" Charlie flopped on his bed.

"There's good news for you. A very good friend of mine will be leaving for America soon. His son has recently enrolled in your college. Day after tomorrow, they will visit us and from then his son, such a decent boy he is, will be staying at our home. I have assigned a room on your floor to him," Blake said, averting his eyes.

"What?" Charlie got up from the bed. You know I don't like being introduced to new people. Give him room on some other floor. This house is huge as hell. He can stay somewhere else."

"No, he won't. Haha. I hope you will learn something from him. Good night, son," Blake had a big smile on his face while Charlie was as blank as a sheet of paper.

This man is horrible. Not only did he restrict me outside, but now inside the house too. I will not let him stay on my floor. This is an intrusion into my privacy. I won't accept any foreign element in my vicinity at all, Charlie thought.

The next day at college.

The teachers were taking a lecture and Alan Rush, as usual, was sleeping when he got a call.

He looked at the phone under his desk.

Why is this stupid calling me now? Aah! Seriously, just thinking about picking up his phone call is a waste of energy. He hung up the call and went back to sleep. He then received a message.

Please help me, elder brother! I am in big danger. Some gangsters are after my life. Please hurry. Alan, save me!

So some gangsters are after his life and he is going to die... Great! A headache will go away. This stupid useless good for nothing fellow. Aaah! I am sure dad doesn't know about all this. These gangsters! All they are, are greedy sandbags. Being hit and hitting for money.

Alan stopped thinking, got up in the middle of the lecture and walked out of the class with his bag, without saying a word.

The class and teacher were shocked. By the time the teacher could understand what had just happened, Alan had already left.

"Is this my lecture or a party hall? Anyone can just walk out like that?" The teacher was shocked, he would have got that treatment for the first time in his life.

"Really..." a student was shut down with just a glare from the lecturer.

And the laughter that had arisen in the stomach of the class was buried somewhere.

Such a waste of energy. But I probably can't let him die. Huh! I am going to kill him myself. No one dares to touch my little brother. Oliver Rush! Why do you always get in such trouble?

He got a call from the gangster, "We know where you are. Come on the gate. A van is waiting to pick you up. Let's talk about your little pup, elder brother!"

Irked by their ugly chuckles, he hung up.

Seriously! Waste of energy. Man! I will make him wash my clothes, clean my room, and do my homework as well. The energy I will waste today will probably take an eternity for recovery.

Alan walked to the college door and some men in black forced him to enter inside the black van.

***

Charlie was loitering around the campus because the classes were boring. This was when he saw this boy with those rogue's eyes. He was going somewhere in the middle of classes.

He thought he took a medical leave, but no! He was just kidnapped? Yeah probably kidnapped by some goons. Well, that was none of his business, but still, he didn't know why, he was chasing that van on my bike.

Why the hell am I doing this! Fxck it! I am already out of college and after those goons for no reason. But again, I can't get myself in any trouble or have my name on the Police hit list, he thought.

He couldn't probably walk into a police station and say, "Hey! I need you to chase the van I am chasing because there are some goons kidnapping someone I don't know."

You know why, because for the police he was one of such goons, although Charlie personally never associated with any mafia gang as such. All he did was protect his Bermuda Square from such goons.

Huh! Whatever! I can't do this alone. I somehow need to get the police to where I am going. Otherwise, my father might sell my kidneys this time to pay for bail.

What should I do?

Charlie decelerated when he saw the traffic police and he got an idea. He accelerated, even more, when he passed them. And guess what.

He was chasing the van that just kidnapped Alan and he was being chased by the traffic police. The road was empty enough for letting this parade or race or chase or call it whatever you want, happen.

The van of the goons was far ahead to notice that police was following them and the driver and others were stupid enough to realise that Charlie was chasing them. Huh! What a bunch of stupids.

The van reached the secret headquarters of the goons and pushed Alan to the feet of their so-called twenty-two years old boss.

Charlie hurried and stopped his bike just beside the van so that the police thought that he was with them and went inside to look for him. He hid behind the scraps, waiting for police to come, but he forgot to hide his bike number.

***

"So... Here is your elder brother. Haha. Guys have a look at this weakling with spectacles. What the hell can he do to us? Read a book for us? Hahahaha and from what your little brother told us, I thought you would be a typical bad boy mafia or something. But it turns out that you are a bookworm," a goon of goons said, their boss.

"Don't even dare speak shxt about my brother. You will not want... Aah!" A goon punched Oliver.

Alan rolled his eyes as he glared at the goon, taking off his spectacles. He kept it in his pocket.

"Hoho! Just look at him. Woah! I am scared now. He will beat me up. Haha," their boss said and every goon laughed with him.

A boy wearing a mask and leather jacket pushed Alan on the chair and tied him up.

"What do you want?" Alan asked with an impassive face.

"Well. Your brother joined our group to become a bad boy, but he didn't know. We are not the bad boys like it's shown in dramas. Being a gangster is a question of life and death and once you are in you can't be out. He says he wants to leave our group and live a normal life, but we probably won't let him go since he knows a lot of our secret hideouts and our people," their boss said.

"He won't tell anyone," Alan said, calmly.

"Haha. How can you guarantee that?" The boss asked.

"Oliver! Will you tell their secrets to anyone at all?" Alan looked at his little brother.

"No! Not at all," Oliver said.

"He said he won't so he won't disclose you..." their boss got up and punched Alan. Due to the punch, Alan's spectacles fell out of his pocket on the ground and cracked.

Alan sighed, "What a waste of energy and money?" He murmured.

"What! What did you say!" Boss punched him again.

"You know what?" Alan glared at the boss again.

"What?" The Boss asked.

"Your puppies are useless, bxtch," Alan smirked

"What?" Boss shouted.

"They didn't tie me up - firmly!" Alan freed himself from the chair and punched the Boss.

The other goons attacked him at once and were hunted down. Oh! I forgot to mention who hunted whom. Any guesses? The goons, every single one of them, were hunted badly by Alan.

"Such a waste of my precious energy! Wah! Aah.. calm down. Calm down, Alan. Anger wastes energy even more," Alan talked to himself, doing the breathing exercise.

"Brother! Please set me free as well," Oliver said, smiling sheepishly.

"You wanted to be a bad boy, huh! Stupid! I will make you do all my work now. I will show you how to be a bad boy," Alan untied Oliver.