Promised to the Dealer

Chapter 2

Hell

My name is Alifer, also known as Hell. Last week I turned 18, and we had 7 days of partying in the community to celebrate my birthday and because my father handed over the slum to me. It was just one crazy thing after another, lots of attractive women, lots of drinks, all the friends at peace, the whole community celebrating. It was wild; I never wanted it to end.

My life was good. I enjoyed my teenage years like any other kid. I studied at the best schools, took the best courses, all to prepare for this moment. I was born to inherit this community and grew up taking care of it. Since I was a kid, I knew my destiny and never ran from it. For this place here, I'd kill and die, dude.

I killed for the first time when I was still 13 years old. I woke up in the middle of the night to fireworks announcing the invasion of the slum. I ran to my parents' room, and my father had already left. I climbed into bed and hugged her, with a .38 on the nightstand beside me. I heard footsteps in the house, some voices. My heart raced. I looked at my mother, who was already crying. I grabbed the gun and unlocked it, pointed at the door, and heard it being broken down. Without thinking twice, I killed everyone who appeared in front of me, without regret and not even remorse. After that day, I earned my nickname, and I'm still here today. Some say I'm cold and have no feelings, that I kill without blinking. In reality, I like feeling that other people's lives are in my hands. It gives me a huge sense of power, and I love having power over everything around me.

Ever since I can remember, my father has been telling me about a deal he made with a dealer who wanted to leave the business because his woman was pregnant. My father allowed it, but on the condition that the girl would be my girlfriend when she turned 18 and I took over the slum. I never really believed in that story, but the last month has brought changes at home. He remodeled my entire room, claiming the girl's arrival, expanded my closet, and changed my bed, putting some stuff there for her. I was just observing, you know, feeling like I'm in one of those arranged marriages in India.

Today my dad woke me up early, said today was the day to pick up the girl, told me to get ready and wait for him to come back. I don't think this is right at all, but okay, I've seen what happens to those who go against my dad and I'm too young to die. I get up and go to the bathroom, freshen up and take a shower, get out, put on some cool clothes, put on my cap and chains, grab my gun and head down to the kitchen.

Hell- "Good morning, Mom," I say sitting at the table.

Miranda- "Good morning, Son, are you excited? Today's the big day," she says excitedly and I roll my eyes.

Hell- "This is ridiculous," I say pouring coffee.

Miranda- "You'll like her, she's a great girl."

Hell- "Whatever." We have coffee while talking about some random topics, I hear the gate open, get up and walk to the living room, soon the door opens and my dad comes through carrying the girl's bags.

Lion- "Give me a hand, damn it," he says breathlessly.

Hell- "Lost your touch, boss?" I say and we burst into laughter. I help him with the bags and see the girl walk through the door, and she blows my mind, she's just the definition of perfection, man, a curvy body, full breasts, a big butt just the way I like it, I immediately imagined her sitting on my lap, long black hair down to her butt, a small face with full lips and light brown almond-shaped eyes. She looks around very attentively until her eyes stop on me, she gives me a faint smile and walks toward me.

Antonella- "Pleasure, I'm Antonella," she says extending her hand.

Hell- "Pleasure, Hell." She looks at me confused and my dad gives me a stern look.

Antonella- "Hell? Seriously, your parents gave you that name?" she crosses her arms below her chest, I can't decide if I find her cute or if I'm just excited by her breasts.

Hell- "Alifer, but I don't like being called that, you know."

Antonella- "Alright, as you wish."