Dangerous Fever

It is October. The twenty fifth. The year is 2011. I look at my watch to confirm the time. It is eleven forty five p.m.

I wait around, parked outside an old school bar somewhere in the dangerous part of Chicago. I'm sitting in a 1950 White Chrysler Crown Imperia Limousine.

It's pretty badass, but not as badass as my single shot pistol. I pull out the beauty of the weapon from under my seat. I lock and load. Still it's not as badass as my red blazer and my sharp black jeans and my polished business shoes. I got it from a thrift store somewhere downtown just before arriving here.

I feel the movement of the car and the driver exited the front seat. The driver walks over to my dark tinted window and taps it. I roll it down but not too much and we see eye to eye. He slowly slips an envelope through the door. I signal him away. I look at my watch again and it was time.

I step out the vehicle and tuck my gun in my back pants. I slip the envelope in a pocket of my blazer. I take a rose and slip it in the front pocket of my blazer. I now appear more classy.

Dangerous times I live. Dangerous times I'm in.

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It is July 25, 2011. It is 12.a.m. I'm smoking my cigarette. I'm sitting in the corner of the bar at a table. Stylish music playing about. It's time to do business and I wonder what type of women my father had sent this time to try to reconcile with me. In the grey suitcase at my feet is full of money. In the black one is full of drugs.

Like how I am, I am always well prepared. I have scattered men about the bar posing undercover incase something goes wrong. It usually does when things involve my dad.

They are playing cards chatting aloud acting casual. They are my best. Cassy, Tolem, Leon and Perdicas.

I look to the door. So that this person don't mistake who I am, I am wearing a white flashy suit and white hat.

No woman has entered yet. But a man in red did. This was supposed to be a private conference. The bar was closed to all civilians so who was this man I kept thinking. Was he a client? My men playing cards looked at me for advice, reaching into there suits about to retract the weapons. I told them, not yet.

The man who enters looks around hair up in a perfect bun, and seductive blue eyes. His body language read business. He looks at me weird and I return the favor by looking back at him with the same look. He comes over and takes a seat.

This is a business. This is my business.

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I have my cell phone incase I need backup. I smooth out my blazer and cross my hands on the table. He stares at me awkwardly and I smile at him.

"We are here to do business Mr. Alex. Or do you prefer Alexander." I rolled the name off my tongue and he relaxes with a charming smile.

"Your name?" he asks in return.

"Call me Phai."

He laughs. "Well Phai? You are no woman. What kind of business can I do with you today?" He smirks and I smirk back licking my lips showing him a challenge, that I can be just as useful as a woman. I reach for his cigarette taking it slipping it from between his fingers and bring it to my mouth.

"Mr, Alex you were expecting me. I know why you're here." After the third puff, blowing smoke to the side, trying to find my manners, my hand moves slowly up his thigh from under the table.

I wink and he sarcastically laughs. "You want your drugs?"

"I'm just the messenger."

"Working with the bad guys."

"Then are you not bad yourself for selling it to us." His hand stops my hand from getting further. I feel a muscle twitch in his thigh. I continue speaking. "Investments, you use money to make more money. Sounds like a job for a bad guy."

"It works well for me." He glared.

The way he looks at me turns me on like no other and I stress it more. "You have the cops on your side. Are you not the reason why young kids carry with them weapons? Your gangs are growing larger. They are spreading like a flock of birds." I was satisfied as he looked angrier. I want him, I decide.

"Drugs, all things remain possible." He said, and then removed his hand letting me continue molesting his leg. "So messenger, what's in it for you? You share the drugs with my father?"

I leaned in, wide smile. "Yes, can you tell?"

We both laughed out fakeishly sending off a vibe that we hated each other and couldn't stand being near each other.

"Eh..I don't know who you are but you make me sick." He snatched back the cigarette from me.

"Well then show me what you got so I can be on my precious way." I watched as he picked up a suitcase and opened it displaying me the drugs I wanted. I was pleased. The man did business well. I shut it and locked it up.

"I will be taking my leave now." I was about to stand until I heard the cock of a gun and I rolled my eyes sitting back down. I moved to where I could look under the table. His gun aimed at my crotch. I sheer up at him from the table and lick my lips. "Trigger happy are we?"

He had a random smile on his face. "Where's the money?"

I sighed. Let's go back in time shall we. I was sent to retrieve the drugs and all the money. Phillip my master would have me dead if I came back with nothing, including my cock. Oh how he loved a good ride.

"I have it." I said.

"I showed you drugs and now I need my money. It's only fair."

I tried to kill more time.

"When one of the last women were in this position, what did you do to them?"

"I killed them." He didn't sound regretful. His voice sounded encouraging. "I took one to the heart right at that bar counter. The last one died where you are now." He was intimidating, his voice true but I tried not too show my discomfort.

"Really." I said nervously. "I guess the thirds a charm." I laughed and he didn't laugh with me. I gave up and reached into my blazer pocket pretending to look for the envelope but really dialing for back up on my phone. Then I took the envelope out.

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I snapped my fingers and my men stood immediately from what they were doing and came by my side taking out all there weapons aiming it at the beautiful man in the red blazer.

No one, no matter how beautiful can fuck with me.

"A setup?" he questioned. "Clever."

I nodded towards one of my men and Cassy snatched the envelope of money. He counted it making sure it was all there. It was. I smirked satisfied and Cassy handed the money to Tolem, my right hand man. I finished what was left of my cigarette the beautiful bastard had put his mouth on. I should have savored it. I tossed it aside.

"Tolem search him." I ordered. Tolemy only finding the rose, phone and gun. He stood back with the rest of the gunned men.

Leon ran to my side and whispered something in my ear about cars being outside. Since I was distracted, stupid me, my gun was taken from my hand by the beautiful bitch.

The men who worked for my father charged through the doors and swarmed in around us taking positions. Guns aimed and ready.

I weighed my options. I could give up or give up. As Alexander, soon to be the great, I decided that I was going to take a chance. I held my hands up in defeat and put them behind my head like being arrested; my men being the only ones that knew it meant 'open fire.'

Shit was about to get serious as I have a reckless smile.

Tolem and Cassy opened fire first and all men scattered about the bar hiding, ducking and running. They fired back and my men ran for cover.

Now while all that is going on lets get back to me.

The man in the blazer, Phai, stared, eyes unmoving gun aimed at my head. I am still in the same position hands behind my head staring back. I think we were having a moment. It was like a staring contest. Something was just happening and we couldn't take our eyes from each other. Everything around us seemed outdated. Bullets flying everywhere, missing us, things shattering and breaking all over. It was a hot mess. He was a hot mess.

Unless I removed my hands and dropped them at my sides, the fighting would discontinue. The man still did not shoot me.

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I wanted to shoot the man in the face so bad. He was too perfect to be in this world. So beautiful and so blonde. Sorry for the random departure. But he was.

The noise in the bar quieted. Everyone was out of bullets. Everyone was alive. Everyone was not injured, What the fuck.

The blonde man smirked and giggled madly. He was insane. He dropped his hands.

But I still had a weapon. I was the only one with a loaded gun. It was all on me.

I nodded towards Cleitus, Phillips right hand man, and he came out from behind the counter and retrieved the two suitcases at the broken down table that was just mutilated by bullets. Phil, Phillips left hand man took the useless guns from Mr. Alexander's men.

Both sides sharing dying and daring glances.

"You did good." Cleitus said to me and I took the compliment.

"Let's see what Phillip has to say about it first." I look at Mr. Alex. "I guess it's back to selling more guns to more neighbors." I kissed the envelope of money and waved it teasingly at him. All his men wanted to see me dead I was sure. However Alexander didn't look impressed.

"As we have you here Alex, your father sends a message." Philotas said walking up from behind Cleitus sending waves that he was so very impressive in his black expensive trench coat.

"Oh yea?" The tattered blonde challenged, not feeling threatened.

Phil nodded towards me and I decide to answer for him. The blonde mans cockiness was annyoing me but so very amusing. I couldn't handle it.

"Yes, he tells me to tell you that he will miss you dearly. My mission for you." I lifted the gun and pulled the trigger. We watched as the man in the white suit fell to the floor. Since his men had no weapons all they could do is tend to him. My group hit the bricks immediately, hearing the sound of cop sirens.

We left them with no misfortune.

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My head hurt badly. It hurt so fucking bad that I could barely control myself to stand straight. I stumbled more than once.

Well let's clarify first; I did not get shot in the head. I hit my head. Hard. On the floor. However it hurt more than the bullet that shot through my shoulder.

Cassy handed me a glass of water. Tolemy handed me a wet cloth.

"What now sir?" Leon asked stopping the bleeding from the bullet wound. Perdicas was on the phone with someone, probably my mother giving her news that her crazy ex husband stole all our shit. Good thing the cops weren't for us. Chicago was famous for crime and they just happened to find other criminals along the way.

I didn't answer the question as my mind wondered off somewhere. I start patting my chest feeling for something. I reach down into my suit pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper. I open it with a sigh. My men hovered over me seeing what it read.

Mr. Alexander,

You are a fever. I never met a man born not so typical. We can be a fever together. I could look at you forever, if I didn't kill you, that is. I'm sorry.

Yours truly,

Hephaistion

I put the tiny note back in my pocket.

"How are you feeling sir?" Tolemy asked.

My suit was a mess. My tie got lost somehow in the random mess of the destroyed bar. My hat had bullet holes through it, I was losing blood, and my head felt like it was cracking in half.

I was feeling great!

I put back on my hat and pull two guns from the back of my pants.

"Let's go get our money."

My men looked at me uncertain.

"And our drugs."

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I get back to Phillips nice big hotel and when we men stroll into the room with both suitcases, Phillip is in shock. Good shock though. I had pulled off something his first messengers could not. Poor girls I mourned a little. I never met them.

Anyway Phillip kissed me deeply and I kissed him back.

"We should celebrate." His breath already tasted of strong red wine. "You killed my son and now all his business is ours. How can I repay you?"

"You don't have to." I smirk leaving it at that and he pulls away from me, laughing with glee, he left the room going to get two bottles of whatever he had and whatever that would put me in the mood to last through love making tonight.

I took a small paper out of my pocket. I smile remembering when the blonde and me swapped papers under the table after I had cleverly seduced his leg.

I open it up excited to see what it said.

Mr. Messenger Boy,

If I ever catch up with you, I will love you for the rest of my life. This is my challenge to myself. If you interfere, I will kill you. Thanks.

Yours only

Alexander

I used to hate love letters. However I won't mind holding onto this one for our dangerous times are not over.