𝑈𝑁𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐾𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸

four.

Rummaging through the club's finances, a satisfied smirked graced Donovan face despite feeling sick to his stomach. In the last week, his club was able to make sixty five thousand dollars which was better than the last week.

He had been puking for a few days now everyday at the same time and didn't know what was going on despite having gone to their family doctor.

You could see the color from his skin dissipated. He wasn't feeling all too well.

The door opened and his eyes slowly glanced at the door. The hazel green orbs showing no sign of life. There was a lot that went behind those eyes. A lot that people didn't know about.

Having the burden of having to carry on a legacy you didn't ask to be born into takes a lot in one's life. He could have easy declined but it wasn't an option laid out on the table. He's been prepping for this his entire life.

"Just got the money from those knuckleheads". Angelo said, sauntering in the room with a big black bag on the side. Donovan simple nodded his head and went back to his books. He would've said something but he wasn't in the mood.

Angelo noticed that his brother was way too quiet for his liking.

"What's up with you?". He questioned with his brows furrowed and taking a seat across from him at the table.

"Why do you think something is wrong with me?". Donovan's brows furrowed in confusion.

"You aren't usually this quiet. At least not with me". Angelo expressed.

"I'm fine Angelo. Sometimes a man needs to think".

"Yeah right," He scoffed, "you don't have time to think". Donovan looked up from the books he was busy with and gave Angelo a once over.

They had different skin tones. Angelo was a golden tone whereas he was more of a chocolate hue. Both standing at the same height of six foot three, and the same facial features they had inherited from their father. They could easily pass put as twins, but put their father next to them and you could swear, seeing the same person three times. Only difference was that, they didn't share a mother and Angelo kept his hair braided.

"What do you mean, I don't have time to think?".

"When have you gone out and had a drink with a friend? Or even had sex, hmm?". Angelo grilled his brother.

"I don't have time for that". A grimace gracing his face. Women were not on his top priority list. He rather spend his time getting money or diving into one the businesses he had to run. However that did not stop women from throwing themselves on him.

I mean have you seen this man? He was the kind of type to be carved by the gods. He had tattoos all over his body, from his calves and all the way up to his neck, except his junk of cause which he was heavily gifted in.

Those icy hazel green eyes are what drew women towards him and not to mention his pinkish thick lips that were always moisturized and center of attention. Let's not even get started on his physique; super buff from working out. His long legs that were thick yet shaped to prefection and his walk that made heads turn. He demanded attention when he walked inside a room and it wasn't intentional.

"Yeah but you got time to kill people". Angelo said, rolling his eyes.

"It's my job description ". Donovan retorted.

"No it's not. You know that you aren't the person you portray yourself to be. You are just doing this so nobody gets close to you again".

Which was true to say the least. Everyone thought that's how Donovan was but they were wrong. He has only killed four people—five with the man from the harbor and every single time he pulled that trigger, he didn't like the way he felt at all.