The hot water went splashing down my body, the whole bathroom was filled with steam. The water was burning hot just like my burning head.

I was fuming, she got on my nerves today. In just one day she became ubiquitous, wherever I was going she was either staring at me or blocking my way. After arguing with me in the hallway she kept gawking at me in the cafeteria and was watching me through her window. I tried ignoring her and but then Miss. India was cock-blocking me when I was trying to get my mind off her. As much as I tried focusing at the task at hand, she kept getting in my way. Finally, I decided to confront her and teach her a lesson and show her real place.

She was too confident that she wasn’t affected by me. No one can fuck with my mind and she was trying to be some moralistic queen, who was disgusted at me and my group. Still, she was intrigued by our activities and especially with me.

 She liked watching me fucking Sara but when she was caught, she behaved as if she had seen something so filthy as if I was filthy, even though her body was charged up whenever I came near her.

When I went to her room, she was panting. Every breath of hers drove me crazy. I wanted to squeeze her to shreds, break her into pieces, burn her into ashes because I wanted to destroy her so called sanctity.

She tried to get rid of me. But before doing any damage I wanted to fuck with her mind, to leave her wanting for more. My only plan was to shatter her. That’s why I tried the intimacy card but she is very strong-headed. She was being over-smart, trying her feisty mouth on me. Even though I couldn’t force her to do anything I’ll manipulate her into doing what I want her to do.

Yes, she was hot and it would be so much fun to play with her, but eventually she was just a toy and I can’t let her mess with me.

I went in her room to scare her. She was caught sneaking at me and I couldn’t have let go off this opportunity. But as I went close to her, I forgot what I wanted to say or do and just kept staring into her eyes. She was turned on but weirdly I was turned on too. And at that moment all I wanted was to feel her. Afterall she ruined my night she could have compensated for that. She liked my closeness but was too arrogant to accept it. I hated her guts, she wasn’t scared of me or at least that’s what she portrayed but those guts also gave me the adrenaline rush to play this game with even more zeal and vigour, she was full of self-esteem and it would be fun to crush her down.

At that moment I could have done anything with her, but the game was just started and I desired to ruin her slowly, I wanted her to feel guilty for wanting me, to be dirty for me.

I wanted to control her but she tried to control me and that couldn’t happen. I understood one thing that she won’t be easy.

I was so fucking annoyed with her, she ruined the whole night for me. And she will have to pay for it.

 
I parked my car in the gladiators parking lot and moved towards the basketball court. The guys were gearing up for the upcoming match with THE WAAT INSTITUTE next week. That match would decide our fate for the nationals. It’s not such an issue though, we all had been basketball savvy, more than anything basketball made us what we are. I mean yes money and the mafia family always is the background but that’s sheer business. It doesn’t boil my blood; it doesn’t make me happy. Everything else in life seems lifeless to me, I don’t feel anything while doing other things or meeting other people except when I am playing basketball. Apart from basketball I had taken up architecture. I wasn’t really keen about studies though, but I liked buildings and structures. It was some sort of a talent that I had, acquired from my mother as she was an architecture student. And that was more of the reason I even used to attend classes. And a little designing in leisure time never scathed. In fact, I had designed the whole structure of my new pent-house in LA. Which I bought from my own hard-earned money.

  My gang is everything to me. Kai, Nate, Tyler and me. We are feared and respected. Feared because we belong to one of the richest, royal and dangerous mafia families in New York. There are a couple of other mafia families but they work under and through us.

Respected because we deserved what we got. All four of us were never served anything in a platter, we had to prove ourselves in order to earn what we desire. My dad though could get me anything in just a snap of a finger. But my fucking bastard of a dad always made everything a walk of fire for me. From a small toy to getting my first Maserati car I literally had to work my ass off. My dad is a fucker but he always taught me to be tough and strong. He taught me to be a slayer and never go easy with business. According to him life is a business and you need to be strong headed and stone hearted to run the business of your life or any business for that matter.

 I always only knew one emotion; Pride. Yes, I don’t work on anger my system functions on pride alone. Anger clouds your judgement and my only rule is to fuck with other’s mind and not let anyone fuck mine. My family is called a family because the four of our fathers jointly run a business of multiple things. Basically, our fathers have joint partnership. We boys deal in the property business, we take care of all the big properties in New York that are being used illegally and the government can’t have its hands on them.The gladiators hop in to take hold of those properties, allowing them permission to use the land while sharing the maximum profit with us. We also sometimes get into legal properties but only when we smell something fishy happening. We work like vigilantes; however, we mostly care about our benefit and profit. Our dads handle more intense and grim business, they work with the political parties and manage the security around the city, they make sure that both systems; The government and the mafia world function smoothly without too much conflict. Because after a lot of blood-shed they(government) understood that they can’t totally eradicate this world and also can’t function without them as they need their(mafia) support when it comes to external help. Other than business our families do talk about stuff but our personal lives stay separated. As for mine, I have none. My dad and I stay together at a mansion, we have a friendly formal relationship but we don’t interfere more than required in each other’s life.

As for my mother she died when eight years ago, she never approved of the business my dad deals in, in fact she had no idea about it before they got married, it was a marriage of convenience because my mother was the daughter of the mayor and my grandfather wanted power in our hands. My dad had said that she was worried about me getting into this world and can’t see my life in danger. Therefore, due to stress and depression she committed suicide.

 So, here we were The Gladiators, we were named after we beat the college who was winning the inter-universities basket-ball tournament for 10 years. Our techniques and style impressed the whole university and people were talking about us everywhere. Then we registered ourselves for the official basketball team in the university tournaments naming us the gladiators. Our team consisted of more members off-course but it was us four who ran the team.

Kai came towards me, “Hey man, what sup?” He stood beside me while we were watching the team discussing their strategies.

  “So, are they training well? Are Brantley and Derek still fighting?” I asked

“The training’s going amazing and they both aren’t fighting anymore, in fact everything’s good”

“Good, so let’s practise then, we don’t have much time anyway” I ordered

“Yes, let’s but before that-----did you go to her room last night?” He inquired. I knew they would know.

“Yes, she was sneaking on me and Sara.” I don’t care if they know what happened between us but I don’t want to talk about it.

“Really? That would make our job easy then. She already wants you, we won’t have to waste much time on her then” He chuckled

“Yeah, but she is a feisty bitch, too prude but I ‘d have her wrapped around my finger” I bragged, she didn’t want me then, but soon she’d be my dancing puppet. I’ll need time dealing with her.

“So, what’s the plan then, we can’t do everything in the college. She has already got a part time job. We can tackle her now.” He offered but I had other plans for her. I knew she had got a part time job, she had financial issues and I was going to take full advantage of it.

“No, not right now, I’ll update you about the plan” I said “Now let’s focus on today’s practise”. We went to play for three hours straight.

After practise I headed towards the cafeteria. I was super hungry. The boys went to deal with some business work that their dads wanted them to do. So, I was on my own.

Entering the cafeteria, I ordered my meal and sat on our personal table.

As I sat, I saw Vinni sitting towards the other side of the canteen in the corner with Erika and some guy. I knew Erika but who was that guy, I had never seen him. She was laughing looking at him. That means apart from scorning and arguing she laughs and smile as well. Let her have some fun before I wreck a havoc in her life.

She was sitting beside that guy and they were sitting quite close. They were so engrossed in their chatter that she didn’t even notice I was there. Sitting from my table with her back towards me, I couldn’t make out what they were talking about but she was definitely enjoying his company. Anyways, he can never quench her thrust. I was sure she was a hungry bitch and he couldn’t ever satisfy her. He can have her after I am done with her, but before that she is my property.

Out of a sudden he keeps his hand on her shoulder, she is wearing a white tank top and blue shorts. She doesn’t even mind him touching her. Is she interested in him? Well bad luck she’ll have to let him go for now.

 The waiter got my order, amidst all the planning and plotting I forgot that I was starving. I took a bite of my sandwich while Vinni went to take her order. As she was returning to her table, she saw me and god knows what got into her she dropped her tray. Her friends stood up and came to help her but she kept staring at me with anger and guilt. Exactly how I wanted her. Her friends kept asking her what happened, if she’s okay? But she stood their scowling at me, and I like an asshole was grinning at her. Then she said sorry and bolt out of the cafeteria without giving me a second glance.