"Well well well, look who we have here." Andy chuckled drunkenly at the half-unconscious body before him.
Xaviar's eyes peered open and a painful moan escaped his quivering busted up lips when he saw Andy - a man who held nothing but hatred for the mafia.
"Oh don't give me that." Andy chuckled again, "Somebody pissed off the wrong guy, huh?" Andy walked closer to Xaviar, who laid on his back while clutching tightly onto his abdomen with his right palm.
Andy ignored him, sliding down on the graffiti-covered wall of the alleyway, still gripping tightly onto his liquor bottle like his life depended on it. The younger man let out a satisfying sigh as his bum hit the cold concrete ground.
Xaviar's eyes watch Andy's every move with caution, as he wonders what Andy would do to him. Given that he hadn't gotten the strength, or the will to lift himself, the high and mighty Xaviar Salvatore was at Andy's complete mercy.
Andy took a great chug at the rum bottle, then lowered his head to look at the blood coated man beside him. "So." Andy began, "Who did you piss off this time? Was it the Chinese mafia? Or the Russian mafia? I heard they got a thing for fucking with the Italian." Andy placed his index finger upon his forehead, pretending to be thinking, "No wait don't tell me. It was someone close to you, wasn't it?"
A whimper escaped Xaviar's lip, and that was all it took to confirm what he'd just said. Andy snickered, "Well you deserved it you know. From the few months that I've been here, I know that nobody likes your ass." Andy sighed, "I guess you're going to die now."
An uncomfortable minute of silence went by until Andy spoke again, "That's good. I'm glad. You deserve to die you piece of shit. Look at what you did to me, you greedy bastard." Droplets of tears rolled down Andy's burning eyes as he remembered what Xaviar had done to him. Tears he couldn't control due to the alcohol he kept drowning himself in.
With rage building up, he grabbed hold of Xaviar's sweaty hair, the older man winced in pain as Andy lifted his head to look directly at him, "Look!" Andy laughed deadly, an unpleasant sight to witness, even for him, "You did this, and now you're dying you fuck!"
Andy loosened his grip on Xaviar's hair, the man immediately fell, his face landing on Andy's thigh with a painful grunt.
The young man sighed when he glanced down, seeing Xaviar trying and failing to move his head from his thigh. Without reason, Andy placed his hand back into Xaviar's hair, gentler than the last, "Don't." Andy whispered, placing his other hand over Xaviar's abdomen where the bullet had pierced the older man's flesh, in hopes the blood would flow less.
Xaviar compiled, not knowing what else to do. Tears fell freely from his eyes as he thought about dying in a cold dark back alley instead of a warm bed surrounded by the people that he loved. He whimpered and cried harder into Andy's thigh when he came to the realization that he had no one, apart from an older brother back in Italy who hated his guts.
This is how his life would end.
Maybe, just maybe, it was for the best.
Xaviar had always been such an ass towards anyone who'd ever shown him an ounce of graduate. Always thought he was better, inferior even.
He was above and everyone else was below.
How wrong had he been?
Now it's too late.
Andy stroke Xaviar's hair as the man cried from all the pain his broken, dying body was in, and something much more aching -Â loneliness.
"I have a good mind to leave you here for dead." Andy said, breaking the silence, "You destroyed everything, everything I had ever worked for. All gone within minutes." Andy sniffed at his nose as the memories of the day Xaviar took everything from him re-emerged over and over again. "Why?" Andy clenched his jaw, he needed an answer.
Xaviar opened his mouth, but no words came out, gradually he was beginning to lose consciousness again. The older man had been in and out of them for the past hour now before Andy found him. However, Xaviar knew once his eyes closed this time, he won't ever be able to open them again. They would remain close forever.
"Hey, asshole?" Andy tapped Xaviar's cheeks when he noticed the man slowly slipping away. Andy sighed in frustration. Bloody hell, he couldn't leave the man here to die, as much as he wanted to, he was not that kind of person.
"Fuck it."Â Andy hissed, "I'm going to take you to the hospital okay? Everything's going to be okay, just hold on a little bit -"
"No." Xaviar interrupted, gripping tightly upon Andy's crimson-stained uniform, seconds before the boy was about to get off the ground. "I can't...I can't go....there." Xaviar cough, "Phone. Mine....I-It's broken....do you have a phone?"
Andy nodded, regretting it instantly for his head began to spin. Nevertheless, he quickly pulled out a phone from his pocket, "Give it to me." Xaviar requested. Andy, complied although the older man was in no position to make demands.
Xaviar's bloody fingers slowly punched numbers into Andy's phone. When finished he placed it upon his ear. At the third ring, someone answered from the other end of the line.
Andy watched on as the mafia boss and the person he spoke to go back and forth in conversation, both men speaking in their native Italian language.
When finished, Xaviar lifted his shivering hand, only to have Andy stop him by taking hold of the phone and placing it back into his pocket.
"So, what did he say?" Andy asked, bracing his dizzy head back against the wall behind him.
"They...they'll be here...patrolling the area...just around the corner....wait," Xaviar said between painful coughs.
Andy grunted, "Well then, thatâs my que. I should get going. Don't need your goons seeing me when they get here."
"No, wait."Â Xaviar stretched his hand, grabbing Andy by the wrist, and stopping him from getting up for a second time.
Andy sighed, seized hold of his bottle and took a swing out of the contents inside, "Look, man." Andy said, "If you're worried about me saying anything you can just forget it. You fucked my life up once already. I don't need you to do it for a second time. Besides, It's not like -"
Andy cut himself off when he heard the sound of tires screeching from a distance. Raising his head, two densely tinted black SUVs pulled up at the alleyway entrance. And not a second longer, five men with heavily armed fire powers emerge from them.
Well, that was fast. Guess when Xaviar had said just around the corner, he really meant, 'just around the corner.'
Andy's eyes widened, his heartbeat picked up, breathing hitched at the back of his throat, and his blood flowed faster to the point of almost popping his veins when he saw two men walk up to him and Xaviar, while the others stood put.
The two muscular men completely ignored Andy's existence since they went straight for their boss.
"Desmond?"Â Andy scrunched up his eyebrows in hopes of getting a better view of the man. Unfortunately, his head wasn't the only thing giving out on him, Andy's eyes had also grew blurred from his drinking spree.
Indeed one of the two men happened to be Desmond, while the other was no other than Justin, standing at five foot nine inches, almond-shaped green eyes, three inches of thick wooly hair above his head, and a smooth silk cocoa bean skin. Justin had been a good friend of Xaviar for a little over seven years now.
Although Xaviar wasn't too fond of Justin, the guy had been the only trusty person Xaviar could get who didn't hate the mafia, even with the multiple mistreatment and insults from Xaviar's hands. After Damon's supposed death three years ago, who had been Xaviar's previous right-hand man, Xaviar had given the title that once belonged to Damon, to Justin.
Desmond ignored Andy as he helped give Justin a hand in hoisting their boss off the ground, now was not the time for small talk, his focus was mainly on Xaviar. Justin carefully lifted Xaviar off the ground, making sure not to cause the man any more pain than he's already in.
"What should we do with him?" Desmond asked Justin, pointing toward a scared drunken Andy.
"Forget about him, he's not important." Was all Justin said as he began heading back near the SUV.
"No."Â Xaviar mumbled in Justin's arms, "Bring him -"
"What?!"Â Andy bolted up from the ground, regretting it instantly when he saw Desmond pointed a gun in his direction.
"Alive Desmond." Xaviar quickly pointed out, his voice raspy but still held control.
"No, you can't do this!" Andy yelled, "I saved your life you fucking bastard!" Andy's eyes searched Xaviar's, in hopes the mafia would spare him, unfortunately, Xaviar was already being carried away in Justin's arms, not bothering to look back, "Get your fucking hands off me." Andy protested when Desmond grab hold of him.
"Be quiet will you?" Desmond tried reasoning.
"I ain't going anywhere with you fucks." Andy pushed Desmond away, but Desmond didn't budge, "Xaviar you fucking asshole I should've left you for dead!" Andy fought Desmond's hold while throwing insults at Xaviar who was now inside the back of an SUV.
With the younger man's main focus being on the black SUV he didn't notice when a cold mental collision collided with his already dizzy head, within seconds Andy was out cold.
Desmond had clubbed the younger man with his revolver, sending him into a state of unconsciousness instantly. A frown surfaced Desmond's face, and with a heavy sigh, he lifted Andy from the ground and carried him toward the other SUV, unsure of the boy's coming fate.