Boredom
Dritan
Settling down in my office chair, I looked out the windows towards the feral waves currently lapping at the seafront border.
It was always so fascinating to me watching the ocean, it covers 71% of the earths surface and over 80% of it was still unexplored, Such a beautiful but dangerous thing, it reminded me of back home in Albania, except my homeland was more beautiful of course.
They had some of the best beaches in Europe and i felt it was unfairly underrated.
When my number one made the call for me to come to England i was quietly disappointed, as much as i loved to travel i detested English people and everything about their country.
You either had the posh snobby ones who were reserved but held opinions about everything or you had the typical commoners who couldn’t handle their drink and were obnoxiously loud, well in my opinion anyway.
I couldn’t stand them and i liked the quiet seaside town we’d chosen to reside in even less.
With a name like Bexhill the small town had a total population of 44,000 people and i couldn’t for the life of me understand why we were living in this shithole!
My number one Astrit Martini, had managed to push his way into this small seaside town and take over the drug distribution in the area from here all the way to London.
The so called gangsters around the area didn’t take long to get In line, after the decapitation of their leader the rest soon fell in line and now we had every drug dealer in the area working under us.
The small bar we’d bought along the seafront was the base for all our business.
As I was the second in command I had my own office overlooking the sea, whereas the rest of the men all worked from the basement.
I supposed i should be grateful for at least getting a decent view while i took care of business, but my resentment was growing with each day boredom took over.
Astrit had been talking recently about trying to get back into human trafficking, and as i was currently lacking a conscious i couldn’t really care less, along as it didn’t involve children, I’d be grateful for a bit of extra pussy running around.
English girls were notoriously prudish or the ugly ones gave it away too easy and most were riddled with some kind of STI.
One of our boys found this out the hard way, It took two courses of anti biotics for the poor man to get rid of the infection one of the local girls had given him.
As Astrit marched into my office without knocking and interrupting my current thoughts, i struggled to maintain my composure.
The more power he seemed to be getting, the more his respect for his men seemed to be dwindling.
Having always been high in command i wasn’t used to feeling beneath people.
I demanded respect and usually it was given without a second thought, being the cleverer out of the two it would do Astrit well to remember who put him on top.
The only reason i wasn’t the number one was because i chose it, i liked being quietly in the background, it made you less of a target and i had just as much money, except without all the hassle if you ask me.
It had never helped that i was also the better looking out of us two, with my shoulder length hair that spent most of its time tied up in a tight knot at the nape of my neck and neatly trimmed beard there was no doubt i was a foreigner in this country.
Although i was completely fluent in English my heavy accent that came through when talking seemed to drive the girls wild and at 6′.3 and a heavy weight of 252 pounds i was a force to be reckoned with. It infuriated Astrit to no end that I insisted on casual clothing the majority of the time. You’d either find me in jeans and a t-shirt of sorts or joggers and a light weight top depending on the days activities. I liked to be comfy, whereas he liked to dress himself up in the smartest clothes for every day tasks. I thought he looked ridiculous!
Back in my home country i held the undefeated title of heavy weight bare knuckle boxer in the underground, pair that with my exceptional talent with knives and no one dared to cross me.
Looking back up to Astrit i scrutinized him as he spoke ″we have news all hands downstairs in ten″.
Standing at 6′.2 himself he could not be described as small however his build left much to be desired, with his tall slim legs and lack of muscles he sometimes reminded me of an ostrich, narrowed eyes and a sharp long nose didn’t make him very appealing to the opposite sex, however the power that he held made the admirers still come in thick and fast.
His confidence knew no bounds and as he stared back at me his eyebrow lifted in his typical arrogant fashion, it was starting to piss me off just looking at him and i had to swallow back a nasty retort to save getting into a slanging match.
″No problem″, lifting my own eyebrow in a cocky fashion i dared Astrit to go there when i wasn’t in the mood.
As he turned on his heel and left the room he gave one last smirk at me before he left the room, and i went back to brooding.
I fucking hated being in this godforsaken town and every little thing was now starting to piss me off, i hated to admit it but i was lonely, rising in the ranks left very few people around to trust and even my once closest friend Astrit had become lacking.
