I was inside the red convertible speeding down the nearly empty highway in the night with nothing but silence enveloping the car
"This is something we never dreamed of achieving a couple of years ago" I said
"Yeah you're right it's hard to imagine that we were once Street rats" said the man in the passenger seat,he had brown ruff hair freckles on his face clashed with his brown eyes,that was him,Nicholas,the man I considered my own brother,he was there with me when we had nothing.
"Benson,isn't it amazing how beautiful,how you notice stars are beautiful when you have numbers in your bank account?"
"Yep it truly is facinating."I answered
"But we should remember that the things we have isn't clean I could spell the end of anytime..." he paused and let out a big sigh and continued "in our line of work the top of the food chain are the ones who have hitmen hot on their tale,you do know that right"
There was a slight pause as an uneasy silence settled in the car creating this awkward atmosphere since this was not a topic that Nick would usually indulge in he would usually talk about women and rant about finding the girl of his lustful desires but on how death may be looming closer,it was new and very unsettling of him.
"What is the meaning of that Nick?" I asked coldly.
"It's time we faced it we can't keep avoiding it any longer and decisions have to be made" he answered back still his head looking up the starry sky.
'This is new of him and what did he mean by decisions had to be made' I thought silently.
"What do you mean by decisions have to be..." before I could even finish I noticed that he had something in hands.
"Let me ask you a simple question Ben,"he said as he looked at me,"if I,an orphan were to die who would all my property be directed to?"
"You since you are what I have as close to as a kin" he said answering his own question.
"Which means..."
"They would want one of us to inherit it all and then come and collect everything once but I'm not going to let that happen"
"So what are you going to do." I asked him
"..."
"I hope you have a plan" I added
"I do have one that guarantees my survival not yours am afraid." He said coldly
"What?!" I asked surprised " what do you mean?"
"I mean you are going to leave this world Benson"he said without hesitation.
Just then I felt a cold metal on my temple " This was the only way " is the last thing I heard before a loud bang then huge screech of tyres then a loud crash.
When I regained consciousness I couldn't barely see anything and to my left there was no one I was about to unbuckle only to realise that I had a huge chunk of metal in my belly 'well this is unfortunate' I thought as my body fell limp
'The Holy divine in heaven please help me at least give another chance to rewrite my wrongs.' I prayed as I finally drew my last.