Young Aaron

Tyler chuckled. "You are joking, right?"

"No, the only way we could get to the top is if we have the password."

"How do you even plan to get a man like Martin to tell you his password? How?" Tyler questioned in disbelief.

"He must use the same password for everything; do you know his social media handle?" Aaron asked, and Lara couldn't believe he was the one saying something this stupid.

"So you think Martin will use the same password as his social media account for the watch?"

When she said it that way, Aaron understood that he wasn't making sense.

"What if it's the same with his bank account?"

"Even if it is, how do you plan on getting that?"

"We need a plan," he said, going into deep thought, and Lara stood up.

"I had a tough night, so good night," she said, leaving for her bedroom.

Tyler held Aaron's shoulder. "Life is more important," and then he left as well.

"Is it?" Aaron wondered.

Then he subconsciously touched his side abdomen and shivered a little; he still couldn't forget everything he had gone through.

So, no matter what it takes, he is going to be the top gangster.

"My enemies will lay flat on my foot." Then he went to the Internet and decided to gather a lot of information about Martin's social life.

He needed to know how to get the password; he just couldn't start to imagine how great the watch would be with the password.

Normally, he could still carry out the missions with the small amount of information he was given, but it was risky and also a slow process.

And after giving the technology devices to the man, what next? He believed he could get all the answers by having the password.

*

A young Aaron was running in the forest while gripping his stomach tightly, blood dripping from the cut on his left abdomen.

It was so painful that he couldn't move anymore, so he fell when some muscled men approached him.

"You are just 13; how can you run so well?" One of them carried him, took him back to the base, and threw him on the couch.

"Ouch," Aaron cried out. The room was filled with thugs and doctors, and the table contained drugs in sachets.

Just last week, he had arrived in this country with two sachets of drugs in him. "Malco promised to let me go after I delivered the drugs; why do you still want to hurt me?" his tone quivering.

"We won't hurt you; see this',' they said, pointing to a sachet of different drugs.

"Deliver it to Malco, then you can leave."

"But I just got cut open; I haven't recovered," he cried out, but no one listened to him.

They held him tightly as the doctor inserted the drugs in his stomach and stitched it without giving him any anesthetics.

He kept crying, yelling, cursing, and wishing for death.

 *

"Aaron"

"Aaron!!" Lara shouted, and Aaron jumped from the couch. He stared around and found Lara and Tyler staring at him.

"Why are you sweating so much?" Lara asked worriedly. She was about to touch his forehead when he hit her hand. "Ouch"

"I am fine; what's the time?" He asked instead.

"It's 9 a.m.; at what time did you sleep?" Tyler asked, and then there was a hard knock on the door.

"Open up," they heard a familiar voice yell.

Lara became scared and turned to Aaron. "That voice, it's Tony," she muttered. Was he here to take revenge on Aaron for humiliating him yesterday?

"Open the door before he breaks his hands," Aaron said before he turned to go to his bedroom when Lara blocked his path.

"Why are you running?"

"I am not running, and besides, you and Tyler are smart enough and must know how to handle him," he scoffed and walked past her.

She stared at Tyler, who frowned at her. "Why did you have to wear a gown yesterday?"

"Now it's my fault? That's why girls are always blamed when they are raped. What type of dress did you wear? Was it exposed? Why would you dress that way? Whatever," she sneered, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

There stood Tony, Jet, and the girl from the event who had tipped Tyler.

"Move." Tony pushed Lara, and Jet was quick to catch her. He barged into the house and spotted Tyler, so he walked to him.

"I want you all to move out of this community," he said, and Tyler found his words funny.

"Why will we? Did we pay the rent to you?"

"You think you are smart?" Tony pushed him, and he regained his footing and pushed Tony as well, when the girl who was with them hurried to their middle.

"Okay, no fights."

"Stay out of this, Maya." Tony warned, and she sighed. "You said you weren't coming here to fight."

"That's right, I want an apology."

"Tony, let it go." Jet frowned at him, but letting go wasn't in Tony's dictionary.

"You must be a dreamer, thinking we will apologize to you." Lara walked towards Tyler as they stared at him like some lunatic.

Meanwhile, Aaron stopped listening to the conversation when Tyler asked Lara why she wore a gown. An idea suddenly came to mind.

"I spent the entire night drifting a strategy to get the password, but the answer is right there."

Then he walked to the bathroom and took his bath amidst all the yelling from the sitting room, when he was done.

He got dressed and brushed his hair, picked up his phone, and walked to the sitting room.

Aaron thought those troublemakers had already left because the place was suddenly quiet, but they were on his couch, as Tony had refused to go if he didn't get an apology.

"You were inside all this time?" Tony asked, irritated.

Lara and Tyler frowned at Aaron. "I can't believe he abandoned us to go freshen up," Lara scoffed.

Aaron furrowed his brow, his gaze moving to Jet. "Oh, I was about to call. We need delivery; Lara will give the orders," he said, and Lara chuckled.

"Yes, we need a burger, coffee, and salad."

Jet and Maya burst out in laughter but quickly stopped when Tony stared at them. "Okay, Tony, let's leave." Maya held his hand, but he didn't move.

"You take me for a fool," Tony spouted with his gaze stuck on Aaron.

"Don't take it personal; I take everyone for a fool." Aaron sat on the couch and picked up his laptop.

"That's harsh" Maya pouted; Aaron lifted his head and stared at her, then at Lara.

"Lara will do," he thought before he searched for the nightclubs Martin usually visits.

"I will go get the delivery." Jet left at once. Tony clenched his fist and pointed a finger at Aaron, who wasn't even paying attention to him. "Till next time."

He left, with Maya following him. "He is so arrogant," Tony sneered.

"But he is cool; he seems smart. Instead of making him your enemy, you should have made him a friend." Maya smacked her lips.

"Why will I make him my friend?"

"They seem to be rich; did you see the laptop he uses? And their phones? And again, a poor man is not allowed to be arrogant."

"What if they have money? What has that got to do with me?"

"Don't you need someone who has money in your business? Otherwise, how will the dealers trust that you will pay them back?"