Not Letting Go

Chapter 1. York City, 2100AD. Jay Mac stood outside Hell's Pleasure Corner with a cigar silently burning out in his left hand. The look on his face was distinctly stoic as he brought his hand up and let the filter fit in his partially opened lips as he took a deep smooth inhale of the sweet rich c******s filled inside the roll. He seemed to be thinking of something as the smoke came drifting out of his nostrils, thickly in strip cloud-like mist that faded into the atmosphere silently over his breathing. The sun was fading over the buildings, just a distance measurable by finger-sight in the far western horizon, something that created shadows in the alley, and a cold chilly breeze swept through as the night crawled in again. The second night after his parents' death. "And the cops still can't c***k the case." The soft heavy voice came from Jay Mac. "You will all pay for your action!" Jay cursed as he crashed the remaining piece of cigar in his fist ignoring the burning sensation on his palm as he channeled the pain into bitterness. It was all clear that Mr. Mac and his wife, Larisa, Jay's parents, had been injected with an ATP overdose, but till now, there was no explanation or evidence that a third party was involved. The case was termed as a couple of suicide things, something that didn't make sense at all. In front of him stood the magnificent Houston Heights, one of the tallest buildings in York City, the only Skyscraper that hosted multi-millionaire meetings and owned offices to various recognized businesses across the globe, soon, this and 75% of businesses ran inside Houston Heights will be Jay's. A covet he did have ever since he dropped out of College to open his club, Hell's Pleasure. "Boss, Boss, Boss!" Unexpectedly, a call from a youngster, a boy around 16 years of age came knocking hard against the coldness that was building up in the alleys. All the thoughts about avenging his parents quickly got discarded as he looked at the pathetic boy and smirked. "Boss, help me." The youngster begged as Jay gave him a look that didn't confirm any positive help as two men in black tuxedos emerged a minute after, panting with their pistols hanging in their hands. "FBI!, I command you to hand over the boy or else..." "Or else what?... Accuse me of drug peddling too?... " Jay cut in as he slightly pushed the youngster behind his back and dominated the scene. He knew the youngster negligible well to protect him from these FBI agents. After all, he was the boss around here and all drugs came from his armpit, he was the king drug lord around, and he never cared about York City's law. "I'm Jay! My parents control everything in York City, they own almost everything! What should I fear? ... The cops even work under my father's hooves!" He remembered how one day he had boasted while hitting his chest in heavy thuds declaring himself the invisible lord, "You shall be working for me." He remembered how he had got subordinates to do his bidding, distributing weed across the streets and building his name silently and strongly in the underworld of York City. That's how he had started a small-scale c******s business into a big infamous club just across his father's Houston Heights. "I was not even 20 when I opened this club!" Jay started his brag again as his security walked out to defend him. "Cut the crap Mr. Jay! Hand over the boy!" "Or what?..." Jay stepped forth confidently as he summoned his security to step back. "do we have to go this far?" He asked as he got a meter closer to the two agents who grew angry and warned him of obstruction of the Law. Hahaha hahaha. "Obstruction of Law?" "..." "Tell me, How much do you want?" Jay's toasty voice was audible over the nimb music that had now started inside the club. "I got a performance to watch at the hour, please don't waste my time." He added as he gave a daring look at the shorter agent who kept giving last warnings. "Look, Jay. We show our condolences but don't force us." the agent said as Jay miraculously pulled out a tide of dollars from his back pocket while insisting they let the boy off just for today. "Leave the boy to me, I promise I will take care of the issue." He confirmed as he added another tide on top of the first. "300 dollars each, just let it slip for today, next time I won't interfere with your law business." The look on the agents was clear enough to betray their lust for the easy money, "Ok, remember what you said or else I..." "Can't you just stop this threat thing... Do you have to keep adding the 'or else' thing?..." Jay swayed the money into their hands as he forced them to walk away from his club. The sight of FBI agents at the doorstep of his club was not good at all, more so, his club was a meet point for gangsters and hookers, talk about all the nasty and evil beings, not leaving rapists and psychos alone. "All is well now." The look of pleasure spread fast across Jay's face as he turned around and his eyes met the youngster. "Next time I'm going to chop off your head." He warned as his smile turned into a thin grin that hid an evil aura. "Let him go." He commanded his security as the youngster thanked him multiply while promising not to mess up again. Deep down Jay Mac's heart was a compassionate being, full of mercy and love but, Jay Mac, never exposed this side as he angrily reacted against the youngster getting lost before he changed his mind. Darkness had already swept in and the city glowed in lithium as Jay instructed his security to be over-vigilant tonight. Three days from today, he was going to inherit his parents' wealth and topple over the chart as the youngest billionaire not just in York City but the whole county. A new dawn was coming up with a brighter beauty as Jay saw one of his faves showcasing her booty on his way through the corridor. "You are mine tonight." He claimed as his hand slid behind her back to nook her closer to his Nivea body, forcing the w***e to bump her melons hard on the left side of his chest as a soft pleasing sound accompanied the warmth. "Please be gentle," She begged as Jay tightened his grip and forced her onto his lap once entering Hell's VIP sect. With all that he did go through, it was time to relax his mind, an erotic strip dance was his thing every day he felt a bit uneasy or stressed up. "Take off your bra," Jay commanded as his bodyguard left the room locking the door from behind. He was only 25 with a mindset of a 40-year-old business entrepreneur, bad that he had grown a habit of w*****g. The elder always approved that one can't be blessed in all areas, there had to be a failure in every experiment, and Jay's failure in life was the lack of a lover in his heart, what he cared for were Self-satisfaction and his summing wealth. As Jay watched the bra falling off to the golden tiled floor, the music got thicker and the w***e in front of him began her dance, swaying her big melons perfectly to the rhythm of the music completely absorbing Jay. ***** * Outside Hell's pleasure. Minutes earlier before the strip dance. In a room, dark as the demonic abyss, a girl had been peeping through a space between her curtain and window sill, witnessing all that had happened while taking pictures of the corrupt agents. "I'm going to sue you one day. " Her tone under the whisper was loathsome as she saw Jay walking back inside his club inspecting the sweetness sellers who shamelessly shook their behinds and tried to seduce each man walking in the club. The woman under Jay's attention was no other than her sister, Clara. "No Clara... Not him." She almost shouted out loud as she watched through the window, monitoring them till she had no further glimpse. "Clara." She cried as she cursed Jay for everything he had done in her life, including killing his brother who had dared to accuse him publicly. Now he was hooked up with her younger sister Clara and she feared for her life. Jay was not an easy or understanding man, being his girl only spelled two words. DEATH or LIFE But Clara had confessed that she owes Jay her life after a fight in the subway where she almost lost her life. "Julian, I don't blame Jay for anything over the years. He didn't kill little Conner, I can prove he didn't, I swear little Conner got killed by the two agents, I saw it with my own eyes." Julian soaked her pillow in tears as she remembered how their little brothers' body had been beaten up on that day the news had broke loose. "I don't care, he was involved too." Julian suddenly encouraged herself and let her hatred take over. "This way or not, Jay must die too!"