Jimmy The King Novels & Stories

On the other end of the phone, Director Jimmy was silent for a moment, and then he suddenly roared, "Who the f*ck are you? How dare you pretend to be His Highness?" Prince Fey felt so happy that he was about to faint. "President Jimmy, I'm Prince Fey. Are you going to accept me as your last disciple?" Director Jimmy was furious. "Field, you b*stard, where are you? Wait for me there!" His Highness's mobile phone almost never left his body. His mobile phone was there, so His Highness must be there! "I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you!" Prince Fey said repeatedly! He wanted to say something more, but Director Jimmy had already hung up.

It’s all bullshit. “Dominic,don’t listen to her, she’s just saying nonsense, Don’t forget who you are, you are the Mafia king and some low class bitch should not dare talk to you anyhow” Lucy says to me. Yeah she was right I was the Mafia king but "Darren is my best friend and what belongs to him I cherish it also, so learn how to use your word Lucy, if not for your Brother You don't have anything to your name so learn how to use words” I said to her in a stern voice and stood up and left the dining room and went straight to my room.

Fuck. Jimmy was sitting at her kitchen table. He'd shaved his head and was wearing a ripped "Farewell to Kings" tee and faded jeans. He looked like a thinner, taller Henry Rollins. It was completely unfair. He looked like a rock star with the long hair and looked like an edgier rock star with the shaved head thing. There was no way I could pull that off. The prick. "Jimmy wanted to talk to you," Em said. Great. Just fucking great.