| Fan Fiction |
by mango
“You better pray that Raymond isn’t going to give me a damn lecture,” Bosco snarled angrily at the subconscious man that was lying on the cold, hard ground. “God, he just never shuts up,” he exaggerated with disgust. Derek grunted in pain, alone and defeated. His men were tied together, helplessly as if almost pleading Bosco to let them go while the other half, under Ron Ng’s command to aid Derek, was probably cursing at the coward of a man he was. Bosco smirked in triumph.
“Fuck you,” Derek managed to utter out, venomously.
“At least I’m not on the ground in pain,” he sneered. “Or maybe you didn’t get enough beatings?” Bosco balled his hands into a tight fist as he raised it, ready to knock out his opponent’s last breath, but was stopped abruptly.
“Bosco, stop,” Sammul, who had just appeared, intervened and forced down Bosco’s fist.
Bosco started to protest, “Oh, c’mon. This idiot here—“ Sammul stared at Bosco firmly as he rolled his eyes in defeat. He glanced over at their batch of men, waiting anxiously.
Alex, the latest to join the gang, pondered aloud, “What should we do now, Sam gor?”
“We’ll let them go,” Sammul commanded with a nod of his head. Bosco stared at Sammul in disbelief, but did nothing as he accepted the outcome and sighed to himself. Upon hearing Sammul’s command, the Blooded members hurried along to freed their enemies. Immediately, two guys dashed over to help their leader.
“Don’t ever come back,” warned Bosco as the opposing gang slowly disappeared from sight. Derek, with the help of his members, limped away. Losers, Bosco thought victoriously.
“You guys can go back now,” Sammul exclaimed at the crowd before him; they had been waiting for his next words. They did not question him, but merely did as told. Sammul turned his attention to Bosco and mumbled, “It was a nice move for you to ruin Tavia’s birthday.”
“It wasn’t intentional. She’ll understand,” he said calmly as the two friends turned around to head back to night club which was also where their meeting place was located, in the club’s basement. “It’s not like Tavia to rat out on me or complain to Raymond.” Sammul didn’t bother to argue with Bosco as they passed by the long line of people just waiting to get in and party wildly. Sammul advanced forward, however, Bosco had already stopped in his track. He stood in front of the entrance with both hands crossed. Noticing that his friend was not beside him, Sammul turned around with a frown. He knew exactly what Bosco wanted to do.
Bosco hinted to Sammul with a smile.
He immediately shook his head, denying Bosco’s request, “Oh no, I am not going in there.”
Shrugging, Bosco replied, “If you say so.” He cut through the line and came face-to-face with the two bouncers by the entrance. What was the use of waiting in line when Bosco could just enter whenever he wanted to? That’s what shortcuts were for, to make life easier.
Sammul eyed Bosco intensely; afraid that he would cause yet another commotion, like it wasn’t enough for the night already. The two bouncers nodded their head obediently while listening to Bosco with undivided attention. It was obvious for Sammul or anyone to realize that they were, indeed, afraid and nervous. Sammul wanted to laugh out loud at how ridiculous it looked for two big-sized men to be afraid of one man that was slightly smaller than them. But, life was like this for them and smaller didn’t mean weaker. Respected, having immeasurable power at the tip of their fingers and in the eyes of outsiders’, there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. In fact, it may seem like it could be the best thing that could ever happen. Sammul would have to disagree. What lies ahead for him was vague, unclear. The only thing he was positive about was danger, itself. Bosco knew that, Raymond too, but they weren’t given a choice to begin with. When Sammul was chosen, amongst the bundle of other kids from the orphanage, he didn’t get to choose which path to take. It was all laid out for him and all he had to do was walk forward. No – he was forced to. But even with all the negativity, there was one thing Sammul treasured, it was the bond he had with Raymond and Bosco – that would never change.
“You sure you’re not coming?” Bosco’s call for attention had snapped Sammul out of his reverie.
“No, I think I should head back and finish that book,” he replied casually.
“Bookworm,” shouted Bosco and disappeared behind the large men.
“I guess I am,” Sammul mumbled to no one in particular, but himself. If he was given a choice, he’d like to be a novelist. As stupid as that might sound, but that was who he was – Sammul Chan and that was part of his dream, part of who he really wanted to be.
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Her pair of brown orbs scanned the crowd with disinterest. She mumbled incoherently to herself while inspecting the populous dance floor with techno music blaring loudly into one’s ears. She swore her eardrums were going to bleed, sooner or later. If it wasn’t for the money, she would have probably ditched this place long ago. Money. It wasn’t that she was desperate or her family was in debt, anything of that sort. She just wanted to ease her mother’s burden. Aside from all the occasional fights that would take place here, the annoying customers that think they’re all that and the drunkards whom would hit on her from time to time, everything seemed okay; at least for now.
“You said you’d get me that new LV purse!!!” Her head snapped up with curiosity as the high-pitched voice echoed into her ears. God, her voice was so annoying; worse than that cheap techno music that was being played. A brown-haired girl in shorts and a red tube-top pouted angrily as she stomped her feet on the ground. The couple was not standing too far away from where she was. Although the music did block out some of their words, she still managed to figure out what they were saying. It was another one of those worthless couple quarrels, she figured.
“Baby, if you can make me the happiest man on Earth tonight, I’ll give you more than just an LV purse.” The man replied seductively yet it only made her want to silently gag.
“LEILA TONG!” Her head whipped up upon hearing her boss’s irritating, scratchy voice. Every time he spoke, she would feel like sticking a fork or spoon down his throat.
“Yes, sir?” She addressed him with sarcasm.
“I hired you to work, not mope around!” He hissed daringly as he pointed to a random spot on the counter and ordered her to clean it.
“Sir, yes, sir!” Leila replied as she began wiping the countertop, however, there was nothing to clean. There was no spill – nothing. He just wanted to make her life difficult, as if it wasn’t already. It was hard to making a living.
“You!” He began, but then lowered his voice. “Just get to work. If you hate this job so much why are you here?” He mumbled quietly to himself before walking away. What he said, she definitely agreed. But come on, who said work was fun? Whether you’re in an office or running around the streets or staying behind the cash counter, it’s still work. Not much of a difference there, is it? Not to Leila, at least. She’ll look for a new job when she’s in the mood to, but as of right now, she didn’t feel like doing so.
Leila lifted her head up as she saw a man sat down; he was situated right across from her. She noticed two women in the far distant already eyeing the poor guy. He was definitely on their ‘wanted’ list.
“What would you like, sir?” Leila politely asked.
Instead of answering her with a drink of his choice, he eyed her up and down with a perverted smile on his face and mischief in his eyes. Leila’s eyes narrowed into slits. She had no idea who he was, but he was doing a great job annoying the heck out of her. If he stared at her for another second, she’d be sure to poke his eyes out.
“What kind of drink would you like, sir?” Leila repeated her question though this time, she gritted her teeth on the word ‘sir’.
“Feisty. I like.” He chuckled as if it was the funniest joke ever. “Say, are you free tonight?”
She refrained herself from punching the living daylights out of him. “Well, it depends. I’m always available if you want to have, oh…I don’t know, one black eye? Or would you like two?” Leila retorted threateningly.
He stared at her in disbelief and froze in momentary shock, but regained his composure. “You like to play hard to get, don’t you?”
“You really want a beating, don’t you?” She snapped impatiently. “Or maybe I shouldn’t. Damage to your already ugly face? I can’t imagine what it would look like afterwards.”
She saw him bit back his tongue as he clenched onto the edge of the table. Leila grinned smugly. He leaned across the counter top and came face to face with her. “Do you know who I am?” he whispered in a deep voice like he was such a prestigious figure in society. Leila could care less.
“Does it look like I care? Look, I’m trying to do my job. Would you quit bothering me? I can’t go a day without you idiots getting on my nerves!” For the next few seconds, they glared into each other’s eyes with such intensity that Leila had to break away from it.
He pulled back, relaxed in his chair and told her his name, voluntarily, “Bosco Wong.”
“Great. Now if you don’t leave me alone, you’re going to be a dead Bosco,” she snapped.
“I’ll leave you alone,” he paused. “If you tell me your name.”
“Ugh, did you know you’re such a pain in the ass?” She inquired with a death glare.
“No, but I did hear of how great I am in bed.” He winked.
Leila laughed out loud, tears at the corner of her eyes. “Give me a break.”
“So, you’re enjoying my company?”
“No,” she replied sternly. She stared at him, waiting for Bosco to leave, but he didn’t. Leila realized that if she didn’t tell him her name, he wouldn’t leave her alone and alone, was exactly what she wanted. However, that was quite impossible while you’re at work. So, away from him would be good too. “If I tell you my name, you’ll leave me alone?”
Bosco nodded with assurance, “Yes.”
Leila grinned slyly. “Angel.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes. Now keep your end of the deal and scram,” she cried.
“I have a strong reputation for going back on my words.”
Leila’s jaw dropped. “You~”
Bosco chuckled humorously and got up from his seat, gave her another wink before walking off towards the dance floor.
Leila scowled, “Bosco Wong, you better make a run for it next time.”