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"How dare you reject me?! Do you know how many men long for me in this club?!"
Sting pretended he didn't hear what she just said and walked on. She pulled him back and he gave her a tight slap Immediately.
The slap was so loud and hard that everyone near them heard it. He held her hand tightly on the wrist which made her cry out for help.
"Don't you ever try to cross my path again or else," he then drew out his gun and pointed it at her, "you shall never see the light of tomorrow."
A member of the gang called Red came to calm him down.
"Calm down man just let her go." Red said.
"I need to teach her a lesson." Sting replied.
"Sting you know I and the others look up to you. You are the best at the game. Just let the lady go, we are here to celebrate remember?" Red said.
"Okay." Sting replied.
Red looks at him wondering why he just hates people so much, especially women.
Sting's house...
Later that night when the party was over, Sting went home to his parents. He stopped at the door and reached into his pocket for his keys.
The key didn't seem to fit, he looked at it properly and realized that it is not his keys. Before he could even think of what could have happened he slumped down and fell asleep with his back pressed against the door.
The next morning, Sting woke up at 11am and immediately felt a sharp pain in his head.
"I must have drank too much." he said to himself.
He came down from bed and is about to open the door to the bathroom but stopped to think.
"How did I get in bed?"
"My dad must have brought me in." He thought.
This isn't the first time he came home drunk. In fact, his dad is the one always lifting him into the house each night it happened. He went to the living room and saw his parents already prepared to go to work.
"Young man you seemed to have forgotten your manners." his father said.
Sting wasn't sure what his father was talking about.
"Hey did you greet us this morning?" his mom said.
"Sorry, good morning" he replied plainly.
His dad looked at him and says, "you seemed to have been too drunk last night."
Sting quickly thought of an excuse and said,
"yes, I was overjoyed last night. My boss gave me a promotion and I had to celebrate with my colleagues."
"Ok, if you say so." Sting's dad replied.
His parents didn't really look into his lifestyle or bothered him much. They believe he was old enough to take decisions for himself.
"Michael." His mom said.
"Yes mother." Sting replied.
"When are you going to get yourself a girlfriend, at least to keep you company till maybe you are ready for marriage?" His mother asked.
"I want to know too." his dad joined in.
Sting was just a name his gang members called him. His real name is Michael.
"I'm just not interested right now." Sting answered.
"Don't you have plans for your future?" His mom asked.
"Yes, and you don't expect to live with us forever." his dad agreed.
It's not like Sting can't move out. He actually has a lot more money than both his parents combined.
He has killed a lot of businessmen and cleared their bank account without a trace.
His parents' house is nothing but a mare hideout for him.
Sting didn't want anyone pointing fingers at him.
Living large will only make him too big a target.
He took his bath and lay shirtless on the bed.
Sting's parents had left and he finally had time to think. Last night was hectic for him.
"How come I wasn't with my keys?" He said to himself.
He tried to recollect everything but he just couldn't. He could only remember having a fight with a woman in the club.
"Could it be that she took it? If I find out that she had a hand in that I will kill her. How dare she make me sleep outside?" He said, with his fist clenching the bed sheets in red hot anger.
Sting hated it when people try to push him into what he doesn't want.
He still had respect for his parents though. They were the only ones who he could ever relate with.
His mother is a nurse and his father a doctor they are both working in the same hospital together.
Sting's family is just an average family, not too poor and not too rich. Just between the both.
At Sarah's house...
"Little sis where are you." Sarah calls out.
"I'm in the bathroom." her sister responded.
"Hurry up I've got some gists to tell you." Sarah said.
"You know I'm not interested in all these gossips of yours." her sister replied.
On stepping out of the bathroom a beautiful face is revealed, like that of an angel on earth.
She has blue eyes and perfectly shaped lips. She also has the body of a goddess. Her skin has no blemishes at all. She is so beautiful.
"Come on Sofia." Sarah said.
"I'll be right there, just give me a minute." the beautiful lady replied.
She put on her clothes and went to meet Sarah. They are twins but not identical twins.
Yes, Sarah is beautiful as well but not up to the extent of Sofia's beauty.
Although they are twins, Sarah insists on calling Sofia her little sister. Sofia didn't like it at first, but due to the constant pestering of Sarah she just decided to get used to it.
"Okay, what is it that you where eagerly wanting to tell me?" Sofia asked.
Sarah told Sofia all what happened last night at the club.
"I mean you have to see this guy, man he was handsome. If only he isn't such a lunatic. You two would have made a great match." Sarah concluded.