Crime Family

Chris froze in shock staring down the well home. His hands gripping the railing was soaked with sweat so that he could feel then slipping and he feared he might fall too. Slowly stepping away from the railing, he backed to the wall and rested on it finally processing what had just happened. How long had he been standing here? Did anyone else see what happened? As the questions came to mind he realized that he had to do something. Taking out his phone, he called the Chief of Security, Hector. "Sir Sullivan" a respectful voice of an older man came from the other end and feeling just a little relief, Chris wiped the sweat on his forehead and frowned when he felt it pooling again. "Hector, something happened" he said and from the silence he knew he had the other person's attention so he related the events that left him so scared and anxious. *** Chris had just taken his mother to her suite after the chaos in the club downstairs. Just as he was coming down the stairs to meet up with the rest of the family, he ran into Alex again. "Enemies on a narrow path, it does happen" Alex grinned and slowly walked up to him. Unlike his younger brother Ryan, Chris had never fought a day in his life. "So you embarrassed me because of a woman hmm? The people there made you feel powerful, come on, why don't you try to kick me out?" Alex's grin widened as he stepped closer and closer. Chris sighed, knowing he would have to pacify this giant if a man somehow. The thought had just entered his head when he felt a full weighted palm slam into his chest sending him back to the wall, his head felt heavy as it knocked against the concrete. "F*ck* he cussed in a low whisper. Alex wasn't done yet though, "Come on!" He said, hitting Chris on the chest again. "Listen, Alex, we can't fight here, how many floors of stairs is that? Let's go somewhere else" Chris tried to squeeze himself through the little space between Alex and the wall. He couldn't understand why men felt the need to get so close to their opponent before a fight? Were they trying to make themselves look bigger? For a moment, perhaps because he was in the presence of such a large man, Chris seemed to have forgotten his gender. Alex roughly pulled him back and pinned him against the wall with and elbow. "So you can call your security again? What are you without them? Huh? Chicken, say chicken, come one" with every sentence Alex slapped Chris across the face. Chris eyes widened and he could barely feel the slap, his mouth opened and his nostrils flared, the entire weight of his lower body and the pressure of Alex's elbow pressed against his neck told him that his legs were not on the ground. Alex hadn't realized this, he seemed to have forgotten that Chris while being an above average stature for a man was still a head shorter than him. "You need your slutty sister to speak for you huh? Or you Step Mother, I'll go ask her for her number, maybe I can make her more happy than your skinny father. He already failed one woman with his limp d**k" Alex mocked, oblivious to the fact that he was killing Chris. Chris face turned purple as he lost blood and oxygen, his hands gripped Alex's arm tightly trying to pull but the most he could do was tap weakly. Just as his vision blurred he felt himself fall to the ground and gasped for breath hungrily. "I'll go make your mother happy right now" Alex turned to continue up the stairs, a lewd expression taking over his satisfied smirk. Chris' eyes suddenly turned red and as if nothing happened earlier, he glared at the face if the cruel man above him. His pupils moved to the railing and a craziness took over his heart as he rose to Alex's waist level, grabbed his waist and pushed him to the railing. Alex panicked an raised his hand to elbow Chris on the back but Chris was weaker than him, not weak. Before the strike could land he could already feel his weightless body descending through nothing, the stairs forming a spiral all the way to the top as if creating a beautiful hypnosis and that was the last thing he ever saw. He heard his own body hit the ground like the splat of a pound of meat when slammed against a table top, what followed that ... Was nothing.