Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

"A… coin?" The doctor asked back as she looked at James, who asked for it in a nonchalant way, but at the same time, he interrupted Niam. In her mind, he was the one that still had the gun, even though there was no bullet in it, it was still a weapon… and still, this guy Scott just straight-up interrupted him… didn't even give a fuck about his existence.

It just made her more confident that this man was something dangerous.

"Yes, just a coin." James answered her as he looked deep into her eyes, and she just got mesmerized by it… by the depth of that look, of that eye. Maybe ordinary people couldn't tell, but with her experience, with one look, she knew that this man was far more than dangerous, far more than she had thought of him.

But then who the fuck is he?

Scott Miller… there isn't any name she could think of. She heard nothing about the name… it was fake. Yeah, she got it. She realized there is no way that's his real name.

"So, do you have one?" James asked again as she was just staring at him, fully engulfed by him.

"Y-Yeah, I have…" She whispered as she grabbed her purse and, throwing out everything and pulling out her wallet, she grabbed a few coins and put them on the desk, still not understanding why the coin was needed.

"Great." James said as he grabbed one of the coins and just sat back, and now looked once again at them. Just silently sitting there while flipping the coin in his hand.

They thought it was intimidation, and well, the doctor thought so too and well, they were all intimidated by the sheer fucking weight this man had. Like he was the weight in the room, the center of it, and even if he said nothing to them, not a threat or anything they felt that they were in danger.

On the other hand, James was thinking. He was kinda disappointed in himself because he promised to himself that he will not act out of his personality, will not give in to his ego and influence, to take over him once again, to not act out of control and fuck shit up. But now he was exactly doing that without even noticing it, up until the point he grabbed that cold coin.

As he grabbed it, it was like a magic spell was cast on him and he regained control of himself, or like it pushed him out of the darkness that was coming up again in him. Because yeah, he wanted to kill them up until that point, or at least teach them a lesson. But not because he had a personality disorder or like schizophrenia, but because that was him.

Yeah, he wasn't the James he was back then. He changed, and since then he was always in darkness, even if he didn't notice it. The thought of killing them or teaching them a lesson, maybe shooting them in the leg or hand came easily to his mind. Yeah, since the cartel came into the picture, since his house was shot up, he descended into the darkness. But there were levels to it, and now he was at the upper floors of it, actually controlling it.

Even Mike, who was still fucking peeking at the door, was kinda surprised by it.Like for a split second, he saw it… that little change. He could feel and see, as he was looking at James, that he was on the verge of fucking shit up. But then… he just calmed down. It was crazy to experience, especially after seeing him do… well, things that were horrendous and terrifying.

I already have the coin in my hand… He looked up at them again. It's fate, isn't it?

Yeah, it was fate. He came here at a time when fucking low-life wannabes were sitting in therapy. He came in, picked the exact same session, and there it was, everything went wrong. And now the coin was in his hand, ready to be flipped up… a coin that wasn't weighted, a coin that he couldn't control.

Fate it was. Maybe in the near future, it would mean something. Maybe they would cross each other's path once again… but what would happen then?

The coin would decide it.

"Heads or tails?" He asked, looking at Eva, who was still gripping the gun like it was a lifeline, like she could do something with it.

But on the other hand, Niam understood it or at least could imagine what the coin flip was about… their life. Just like in movies, just like if it was a game. And he was right… it was exactly about that.

So before Eva could answer it, Niam grabbed the last lifeline that he thought would be the best idea. He thought it would be the ace card that was in his pocket, that nobody could see coming. Yeah, he had one… and it was more than an ace card, it was the joker.

He smiled as he leaned forward, a smile that was more like just a panicked and stressful one that was fake, and with one look you could tell it.

"He is going to kill you…" He said, looking at James, who was still flipping the coin in his hand but as he heard it, he stopped.

Now it was a real threat… more powerful than an empty gun. Niam used his words to threaten him.

"Who?" He asked back, and even Eva was confused about it. Like who could he even think about? Because it was clear this guy in front of them didn't give a fuck about their father.

Niam straightened himself and leaned back, crossing his leg, like he wanted to look relaxed and nonchalant out of nowhere, like he had the upper hand now… with that name on his mind.

Meanwhile, James actually thought about it. Like, there are names he might know, but a low-level fucking gang, a mob like their father led, could not know any name that could harm him… or maybe the name is a politician, a governor, a sector leader, who could be the name he should be scared of, who has the power to kill.

"Bellini."

Complete silence, like there was no actual fucking way he said it. James couldn't even react to it, like he just sat there looking at him, like realizing what he really said.

"I know Bellini… if you touch me or my sister, you are dead." Niam continued as he now leaned back forward with that same smile on his face and actually fucking seriousness in his eyes. "Not just you… but your whole fucking family will die."

It was the funniest fucking thing James had ever heard, like there was no way it actually happened. Not just that, but Niam used the name to threaten him… when he is the fucking Bellini he's talking about. Like James wanted to laugh his ass off, wanted to fucking cry on the spot, but at the same time, he was just completely frozen by the fact that it was actually up on his list.

He wanted it to happen once, that somehow, someone would use his name without knowing him. And now it actually happened. Niam was fucking using the Bellini name as a weapon. That was his joker card, the one that he thought would be devastating, that would be worse than a gunshot.

This fucker actually thought that it worked, because as he looked at him, James was totally frozen, and Niam actually fucking thought it worked. He stressed for nothing, felt the fear for nothing, like he could have just brought up the name earlier to end it all… to seem actually powerful.

But even if it would have been true, it would be just a bitch move… use another fucking name to threaten, to save himself for the fuckery he caused.

How fucking lowlife are they? It is just over the line of lowlife.

This fucking kid, who's not even 21 by looking at him is, rather than going to college, fucking studying and dipping to a foreign country to get three times the wage he could get here… no, rather than that, he is pretending to be a fucking gangster and throwing names at people… and fucking going around with an empty gun that he doesn't even know how to switch the safety off.

Pure fucking shock, that was all written on James's face by these facts, even his mouth opened agape as he was just staring at Niam.

"Yes, we know him!" Eva now too completely changed, even though she didn't even know who that person was. The name didn't even ring for her, but if her brother said it and that was the reaction of Scott then she thought it's a name that is power itself.

For James, his mind blew more away that they were really doing it… and he decided to go with it. Play a little.