2

Dante King

"Come on dude it's not that big of a fucking deal" I say on a chuckle as I slap Damien on the back.

I'd come home last night half baked and more then a little tipsy an craved something savory to eat as a way to help cure my munchies... only it didn't go as planned and I made a huge fucking mess out of Damien's cleaner the an operating room kitchen.

"How the fuck did you get cheese all the to the back door" Damitri ask while laughing his ass off.

I shrug and start washing the dishes.

It's been six months since we moved out of our dad's place and into our own. We made the choice to become independent and try to stay away from our family legacy.

Being the sons of a less then legal family enterprise has made us more vigilante of our surroundings and given us a whole new view on what we want as way of living our lives with out having to constantly worry if we're going to be kidnapped, killed or who knows what else.

The Lopez family has always ran or swam with big fish and even though we tapped out we know we still have a responsibility to help out when ever it's actually needed as a last resort from us.

"Did you see the moving van that roiled in last night around six" Damitri ask as he pulls out one of the chairs and plops down on it at the kitchen table.

"Yeah I'm already working on a run by to see if I can spot who it is" I say as I load the last of the pans into the dishwasher.

We know almost everyone who lived with in a five block radius of our home and we keep a watchful eye out for trouble or anything or anyone who could come and fuck up our new peace.

Two moths ago old man Carver bit the bucket when he fell off his latter while cleaning out his gutters and his house has set vacant since then.

We also have the possibility that who ever just rolled in might be moving into the old Geller place two street down and one across. That place has set vacant for three weeks now after the Gellers split after a scandalous affair brought the couple to a nasty divorce.

Like I said we know it all.

"I bet they're moving into the old man Carvers place." I say as I lean against the now clean counter.

"Twenty says their moving I to the Geller place" says Damien with a smug smile as if he knows he just won the bet.

"Fifty says you're both wrong" Damitri says with a shrug.

If I didn't know better I'd say the asshole has already done his homework and stacked the new comers out.

"I call bullshit, you already know where they moved" he shrugs again and stands then pushes his chair back in its rightful place because god forbid we leave Damien's kitchen out of fucking sorts in any way.

"Be ready in twenty." Damitri says as he walks off to his room.

Bowl of what's left of the cheesy noodles that are a little over cooked I send a smart assed wink to my older brother Damien and head off to my room to get ready for what ever this day will bring.

Apart from the killer hang over.

It's a little after seven when we catch the time and hurry to get our shit and get to school before we're late.