Since I’m bored right now I’m gonna entertain myself by writing another short story. It’ll be like killing two birds with one stone coz I also get to entertain you guys! I got some comments from you about the wine bar thing on my previous story and I admit that was something I wasn’t able to consider. Nevertheless, I’ll be a bit more careful this time. So here goes nothing:

Once upon a time there was a young boy named John…

What the fuck!

Let’s do this the modern way.

Overlooking the building’s facade, the cool breeze gently brushed through John’s not-so-smooth skin. His eyes looked like those of an eagle waiting to pound on its prey.

“It’s time.” John whispered.

He went back to his room filled with Ferrari posters and model cars. His wife, Ellen, is still living on whatever fairytale is being brought upon my dreamland. He planted a kiss on her soft cheeks, grabbed his stuff and went to the elevator.

Upon reaching the building garage, he walked up to a red and shiny Ferrari F430 spider.

He grinned as he opened the hydraulic doors and entered the cockpit. As he turned the ignition key, the engine purred in obedience to his command. As soon as he shifted to first gear and stepped on the accelerator, what was left of the originally occupied parking space was… nothing. What happened? You blinked.

After several I-violated-the-traffic-laws-but-you-have-no-chance-to-chase-me-with-those-sorry-excuses-for-a-police-car moments, he arrived at his destination. Nostalgia fills the depths of his heart.

“Nice digs.” was all John could muster as he pulled out his .45 caliber pistol equipped with a silencer.

He entered the building and went over to the receptionist.

“Hi, I’m here for Mr. Lance Rogers. Is he around?” John asked.

“Yes, he’s at his office. May I have your name, sir?” The receptionist queried.

“It’s John, he’s expecting me.”

“Oh Mr. Wayne! I’m sorry to have held you up, Mr. Rogers has been waiting for you.”

“I’m sorry I’m late, I drove as fast as I could though.”

The receptionist takes a peek outside. The F430 Spider shined with utter brilliance under the rays of the sun.

“I’m pretty sure you did.”

The receptionist led John to Lance’s office. As soon as they reach the destination…

“Is this it?” John asked.

“Yes it is. Go on inside, Mr. Rogers is expecting you.”

Tsung! It was the sound of a silenced .45 caliber pistol spitting out a bullet. A red liquid substance filled the newly-waxed floor. The receptionist laid down there, hole on her head… lifeless.

“Thank you.” John said as he leaned down and whispered to the ears of the receptionist.

He reached for the doorknob and opened the door. The smell of weed filled the air.

“I thought you already quit.”

“John!! It’s been five years since the last we met! Sit down sit down! I’ve been expecting you! We have a lot to talk about. Is that the way you greet an old friend? By the way, have you seen my receptionist. Pretty, ain’t she? hehehe”

John sat down in front of Lance’s table and said, “I’ll say she’s built quite fine. There’s something wrong with her though, she seems to have some sort of a hole in her right temple.”

“A hole? Hmm… I hadn’t noticed. I’ll go check her out later. Anyway, enough about her! I believe you’re here for that stuff. I thought you quit this business a long time ago.”

“Yeah I did, but you know how business goes right now. Dealing those white stuff brings upon the green stuff. So I just wanna stay in this business.”

“Hahaha. So now you’re jealous of the money I’m making! I told you not to quit before.”

“Jealous? A bit. Anyway, how’s my sister doing?”

“Oh you mean Jane? Hahaha she’s at home right now, probably smoking pot or something. Hahahahaha.”

“I thought I told you to stop her from inhaling those shit?” John raised his voice.

“Whoa! She’s my wife now. So butt out of this one. If she wanna smoke, I let her smoke, I ain’t gonna stop her hahahaha.”

Enraged, John pulls out his .45 caliber and points it at Lance’s face.

“Whoa Whoa Whoa… How did you get in here with that shit??? What do you fucking want???” Lance panickingly said.

“I came here for three things. But before that, if you value your life, better not call the fucking security. Got it?”

“Y-y-y-yeah…. S-s-s-so what do you want anyway??” Lance stuttered.

“Good boy. Okay here’s number one. I want you to sign this contract. This will put your whole “paper” business under my name.”

“So you’re here for my business and not just talk business you piece of shit.”

“Enough talking and keep signing, unless you want me to blow your head off.”

Lance signed all the papers and contracts. Officially making the “paper” business all under the ownership of John.

“That’s good! Here’s number two. These are divorce papers. Better sign them so you and Jane are now officially no more.”

“What???? And when did she sign there??? Is that thing forged???”

“It’s none of your business you fuck. Just sign. Oh by the way, you guys didn’t get a pre-nup right? So I guess half of your one billion dollar fortune will go to her. That’s pretty nice compensation.”

“Fuck you.”

“Whatever, just sign them quick, Mr. Rogers.”

Lance signed them as told. His whole body is still trembling like an epileptic.

“Great! I know I can count on you. As for number three, I’m still giving it a thought. You see, this last one is the easiest one to perform.”

“W-w-w-what do you mean by that? Whatever it is, just get on with it. I’m about to pee in my pants!” Lance pleaded.

“Hahahahaha! You were and are still a great comedian Lance! Anyway, if you insist…”

Bang!

“Oops! forgot to put the silencer.”

John walked over to Lance’s corpse and said:

“That one is for wasting away my sister you fuck!”

He collected all the documents and put it in an envelope. He then grabbed his hanky from the pockets of his jeans and wiped the gun clean of fingerprints. Upon exiting, he saw the body of the receptionist laying down there.

“Ah… There you are.”

John put the gun in the hands of the receptionist.

“I’m sorry, but I have to give you this. Don’t worry, you’re still hot even when you’re dead.” he joked.

He walked out where his F430 was. Upon entering the cockpit, he ignited the engine and drove home, again turning heads of people in awe and at the same time, mocking the entire police force.

Home sweet home. Ellen greeted John with the droopy-eyed but sweet look.

“Where you been? *yawn*” Ellen asked.

“Nowhere actually, just went out to earn some money.”

“So how much did you earn today?”

“A few hundred million dollars.”

“What???? Did you go over to the casino??? Isn’t it too early for that??”

“Let’s just say I gambled. Let’s leave it at that.”

“What?? Better explain things to me buster… You got a lotta nerve not telling me things you…”

Before Ellen could finish, John locked lips with her. It’s a frencher.

“I think now’s the time we put that nursery to good use.” John wittingly said.

“Mmmmpf.” was all Ellen could say.

No more further explanation needed. The rest is history.

Whew! Pretty exhausting. Anyway hope you guys enjoy it!

Later.