Wrapped in Sin

Asher’s P.O.V Beep Beep Beep Ugh, f*****g hell what time is it? I look over at the unidentified person wrapped in blankets beside me and scoff. I don’t have time for this s**t. I get out of bed and speed walk to the bathroom, snapping my fingers towards the guards in my hallway and they nod already understanding. I make it to the bathroom and as I’m closing the door behind me, a hear the guy yelling and thrashing his body weight around in a desperate attempt to say. “Let me talk to Kyle! It’s not a mistake I’m supposed to be here!!” Kyle? Is that what I told him my name was? I must’ve been drunk off my ass last night if I used my right hand’s name. Wait till I tell him, it’ll be funny to watch him cringe. I chuckle at the thought, as I can literally picture him scrunching up his face and complaining. I’ve known Kyle all my life and if I could trust anybody unconditionally, it’d be him. I mean I don’t trust anybody, but still you get the point. I quickly shower, keeping it to my maximum of 5 minutes then I hop out. I’ve developed a routine in the morning and I stick to it everyday like clock work. 1.Shower 2.Brush my teeth 3.Half hour run 4.Dress for work I’ve been sticking to that routine since I was 14 years old and I haven’t missed a beat. People think I’m too uptight and nostalgic, while I think they just need to mind their own f*****g business. I’m not one to be a creature of habit, but I do like order, especially in the one place that I consider my sanctuary. I groan as my brain seems to be doing the f*****g tango, bopping and throbbing against my skull. But I guess if you down a bottle of Hennessy in a ridiculously loud night club, then proceed to bang a ridiculously loud stranger all night, this is what happens. I roll my eyes and get on with my morning before I actually start my day. Kyle’s P.O.V Ohhhhh god please help me!!! Please!!!! I can pay it back I swear!!! I roll my eyes at the cracked out junkie and pull another drag on my cigarette. I can’t believe boss has me working the morning training newbies. This is suppose to be Jessica’s job but my guess is that she’s probably out eating somewhere. I swear that girl seems like she’s always snacking or sipping on something. I remember the last meeting we had, she nearly spilled filling from a jelly doughnut on boss’s jacket. Ha! She nearly pissed herself at his expression. “Someone please help me!!” “Ugh, how do we shut him up?” A new recruit complained. A couldn’t blame her. Not only did this man stink, and looked horrible and but his voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Talk about three f*****g strikes man. I sighed before pistol whipping him unconscious. 3 . 2 . 1 ….. KYLE! And booms goes the dynamite. “What the hell is that?” “You told me to train the newbies and I am.” “No you’re not. That’s not the way we do things in the Iron Dragons and you know it. Stop f*****g around before you piss me off” “Awww missed you too sunshine” I joke and Asher’s eyes go dark immediately. “I...was just joking boss” “Step aside” I inhale a gulp of air as quietly as possible as boss walks up to the junkie and snaps his fingers, immediately having myself and the newbies gather around. “As many of you know, I am Asher Steele. The leader of this gang and you’re new boss. Let it be known that I want my members to represent exactly what we are about: ruthlessness and f*****g getting the job done” he starts off and everyone goes wide eyed. Nobody ever expects to meet the boss in person, probably because he barely ever shows his face but once in a while he likes to do pop ups like this. It keeps everyone on their toes. “For example, take this scumbag here” he says, pulling out the largest hand blade anyone of us has ever seen. “He owes us money but refuses to pay up. He tells the truth when he says he’s broke, but as a dragon, you make due and NEVER come back to us empty handed” he continues, quickly slicing the man’s thumb clean off, causing him to wake back up and scream bloody murder. From the corner of my eye, I see a few people look terrified and others go ghostly white but still try to keep a brave face. Poor bastards, this isn’t even the skin on top of what Asher is capable of but anyone who knows of him, knows he’s not to be f****d with. “I don’t have money but I swear I will pay you back please!” “I’ll do anything!” “No!!” The man goes crazy seeing Asher walk around him, thinking about what next to cut off. He fakes an “aha” idea moment before snapping his fingers and roughly yanking the guy’s eyelid open. “Stay still” boss whispers before chuckling and raising the blade again. “Wait! I have a box stashed in my house, it’s my daughter’s college fund money! It has 10,000 in it!!! That should be enough to cover what I owe, please!!!!!” Silence. “See? Now there’s a good boy” boss says before he lowers the blade. The man breathes a sigh of relief before uttering a gut wrenching scream as boss cuts his eyelid off anyway, going upwards with the blade instead. “Next time, don’t make me wait for my money” he says calmly before wiping the blade on the man’s clothes and putting it back in his hip. “Now, I want you guys to take down his information and retrieve the box. Consider it your first official job...DO NOT disappoint me. Got it?” He asks and everyone violently nods before being dismissed with the wave of his hand. I look at him before shaking my head. “What?” “Did you have to scare them like that?” “They should know what they signed up for” he shrugged before walking away. “And what do I do with this piece of trash?” I shout after him, looking at tied up junkie. “What we do to all trash, dump it”