After an hour or two, we arrived at former Governor Dipshet's private island. As soon as we got off the plane, we ran into businessmen, politicians, and even leaders of other gangs, like Alpha from ash, Killroy from Machete, and Lucy from Diablo.
"What'cha doin' here, you sonsabitch?" Alpha asked me and approached me.
"Mind your own fucking business, you dumbass," I said and approached him.
We stood right in front of each other.
"You think you so fucking tuff?" he asked me. His breath smelled like whiskey.
"Way more than you, what about it?" I said.
He looked so fucking pissed.
Me too.
He glared at each other for a couple seconds.
Then we smiled and hugged each other.
"What brought cha here?" he asked me.
"I came to make some friends," I told him, and he was kinda confused at that.
"You stupid or you just want to get killed?" he asked me.
I shrugged.
"And who's gonna kill me? I'm just too tough" I said, and we all laughed.
"See ya around," Alpha said and left.
You think is weird that I got along so well with the leaders of the rival gangs? You see, for small gangs like the Kings or the Clowns, killing each other is fine; it's how they grow, expand, and screw over the competition. But we had the biggest gangs of all. If we really started fighting each other, we'd end up starting a war that would destroy the whole country, and that obviously wasn't in our best interest.
Yes, sometimes we fought, but it was all just for show: we'd fight in a town to make the local government look bad, or to let the government pretend to calm things down to make them look good. It was all planned, and yes, a lot of our people died or ended up in jail in those fights, but they were just our cannon fodder.
Now, even if I got along so well with them, they would 100% try to fuck me over as soon as they had the chance.
And I'd do the exact same thing, to be honest.
Anyway, I went back with Dipshet, and we both left the airport. We got into one of his SUVs and soon arrived at a huge mansion in the center of the island.
We walked into a huge room with tons of tables, waiters, live music, and loads of hookers looking for guys who wanted to hang out with them.
At one of the tables I saw Alpha and the other gang leaders talking business with police officers and politicians, bankers and lawyers, businessmen and accountants.
"What are you doing here?" someone asked from behind me. It was the Attorney General, General Tantrum, and I didn't recognize him by his voice, but by that powerful aura I'd felt even before we arrived to the island. He'd been a hero in his youth, and that's why he was so powerful. I could beat the crap out of him without a second thought, but I was sure that he, even in his old age, was still stronger than the hero of those days, that idiot Herobert, if it weren't for the power of friendship.
"I came to make some friends," I turned around and told him.
He smirked and patted my shoulder.
"Just let me know if you're gonna cause some trouble in my city," he told me and left.
I walked through that room and saw that there were cameras everywhere recording everything, so everyone becomes part of whatever happens here, and no one will dare to expose it to the public 'cause he too would fall along with everyone else.
"Come on, Dark," Dipshet told me. He was already sitting at a table where other businessmen were, such as Vince Rogers, the owner of the newspaper VOX POPULI.
I sat there and listened to them talk for a while, but all they did was drink, sniff everything they could, and talk about golf, the secretaries they'd fuck, all their secret families they've made throughout the years, investment projects, and how they convinced people to sell them land where highways, shopping malls, and other things were soon going to be built. It was so fucking boring, but the only thing that entertained me was how Dipshet was always trying to outdo the others: if someone said they'd bought a yacht, Disphet would say his was bigger, or that he had more mistresses, or that he knew more important people.
What a fucking idiot.
"And where are you going?" Dipshet grabbed his daughter's arm, a young girl who was with her friends and who passed behind him. "Say hi to everyone first. Are you trying to humiliate me or what?"
She then greeted everyone there.
"Olivia," she said to me and pretended to give me a kiss on the cheek.
"Wasn't that hard, right? Now go." Dipshet said to his daughter when she finished greeting everyone, and she left with her friends. "Look," he took out his phone and showed us pictures of a mansion. "I just bought this one on Dolores Island."
"I went there once," said a millionaire who was there. "But ate some bad shrimp, and ended in the hospital for two weeks."
"That's nothing," Dipshet said like the attention-seeking whore he was. "I once got food poisoned and spent two months in the hospital. I almost died."
"Hey," said guy. "Shall we exchange our gifts now?" at that moment several people of all genders and races arrived, all dressed only with a bow tie and ribbon, and stood next to their respective billionaires.
"Well," the same guy said. "My gift is to… the governor Diddlecrook."
"Well, I hope it's still new," the governor said when he received his gift, a skinny young man. "I don't want some used shit."
"You'll be his first."
And the governor took his gift and left. The others exchanged their gifts, and I went to the bathroom before anyone gave me anything. As I walked down the hall, I saw many politicians and businessmen taking their gifts into the same room for their little orgies. I soon reached the bathroom, locked myself in one of the stalls, took a dump, and while I was doing that, I wondered if this was a good place to make friends.
Or where else I could make them?
I was lost in thought for a while when suddenly I heard two people that were in the next stall. I looked through the gap under the walls and saw that one of them was crawling around and he was probably naked.
"You like that, you fucking piece of shit?" The one who was crawling stood in front of the toilet, and from the sound of the water splashing, I imagined that he was putting his head in the toilet.
Out of curiosity, I wiped, pulled up my pants, and went out. Just as I expected, the stall's door was open, and inside was a woman in a tight latex dress, holding a leash that she was using to pull a fat, hairy man by the neck as he repeatedly stuck his head inside the toilet.
"I used the bathroom next to you and didn't flush, if you're interested," I told them, and the woman smiled at me.
"Say 'thank you', you son of a bitch," she said, pulling the leash. The man poked his head out of the toilet and look at me.
It was none other than former Governor Dipshet. Yellow water was dripping from his mouth.
"Thanks," he said, and I smiled and left.
I don't know why the rich and powerful love being humiliated like that so much, but whatever… I went back to my table, and nobody was there anymore. I sat down and saw that Dipshet had left his phone there. I thought about throwing it in the trash just to piss him off, but then I remembered all the cameras around, and it just wasn't worth the trouble.
I grabbed whatever it was I was drinking (I honestly can't remember) and took a sip.
I was sure I wouldn't find any friends there, and maybe I wouldn't find them anywhere. Who would want to befriend someone who doesn't even remember how many people he's killed and tortured?
Maybe that's why the power of friendship is so great: it's so fucking hard to get.
Or maybe you just have to be that stupid to trust people that much.
But right then, when I least expected it, she arrived. She came over and sat in the chair next to me. I remember her perfectly: she was blonde with long, straight hair, and it moved like a golden wave. She was very white and so thin she could probably wear children's clothes. She smelled like some really expensive perfume, like everything she owned. I was sure she had so much money that she'd never seen mint-green walls, never taken a bus, never added water to her shampoo to make it last longer, never seen food stamps. And even with all that money, she took Dipshet's phone and put it in her purse.
Then she looked at me with those green eyes she had and smiled with her tiny lips and a little bit of malice.
"Why are you waiting for those old guys?" she asked me. "They're not coming back. You'd better come with me." She stood up and took my hand.
I stood up and went with her.
"Yeah, right. I'm Katya and you're Dark, right?"
I didn't say anything to her and just followed her. I'd never met a rich girl who liked to steal phones.
At that moment, I thought she was kinda interesting, and she could maybe be my friend.