BIA Ch. 6

“Anyway, I tried to kill that fucking Wiseman for you, but I accidentally killed his girlfriend who was next to that fucking Wiseman son of a bitch, so that fucking Wiseman goddamn motherfucker hates me now, right?”

“Very accurate.”

Chester smiled in satisfaction at the summary, more than half of which consisted of cursing Wiseman. He was truly childish and shallow.

So it was easy to deal with him, but Isaiah Cole, no, he wondered why he would have this guy as his lover. No matter how handsome he was, he had the personality of a mafia member. His hair also looked a bit bad.

…Well, that wasn’t something he should say, as someone in the same mafia whose job was to kill people. Even he was an adopted child and a middle school graduate. Maybe Chester’s academic background was better.

Isaiah, realizing his situation once again, swallowed a sigh, but Chester grabbed his shoulder again.

“So, Isaiah, you absolutely cannot fail tomorrow.”

“What…?”

“What? This.”

Chester pretended to shoot a gun with his hand.

“No, wait a minute!”

Isaiah got up from his seat.

“Who are you telling me to shoot? No way?”

Before Isaiah could finish speaking, Chester snapped his fingers and said, “Bingo.”

“Wiseman.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous!”

Isaiah stamped his feet and shouted.

“How can I kill him now? I can’t shoot! I would not even know how to shoot a gun!”

“No, you will know how once you actually hold the gun.”

“I told you not to say nonsense, really.”

Despite Isaiah’s protests, Chester just kept humming, picking his ear. The way he acted, without a hint of crisis, seemed to indicate that he believed Isaiah’s instincts would somehow allow him to remember how to shoot a gun in a real emergency. Just like Jason Bourne.

“Oh, really…”

He had no energy left to persuade him. Isaiah, having lost his will collapsed back into his chair. Pressing his hand to his throbbing forehead. He asked.

“But why does it have to be tomorrow? What day is it?”

“What day is it? It’s the fateful day.”

Chester crossed his arms with a solemn look. Unable to understand what he meant, Isaiah looked at Manny, who glanced nervously at Chester before saying,

“It’s the day Chester becomes the boss of our organization.”

“Yes, of course it will be! It naturally will be!”

Chester suddenly shouted loudly. Then, just as quickly, he spoke in a calmed voice.

“But, on the off chance that my father goes senile, he might nominate Bran as his successor.”

“Ah.”

“Yes. Then, right there, I would have to inform the gang members of my father’s condition and correct his wrong decision, right?”

Huh? Right? Looking at Chester, blinking with an overly benevolent expression, Isaiah got the gist of it. Tomorrow was the day the successor to the organization would be announced, and Chester intended to kill Bran if he was chosen instead of himself. Furthermore, judging by Manny’s expression and Chester’s tone, it seemed Bran had a higher chance of being selected as the successor than Chester.

“That…, is that okay?”

Isaiah asked cautiously. Chester looked at him with a “What?” expression.

“Anyway, it’s your father’s decision. But if you kill Bran right then and there…”

“What does that matter?”

Chester spat out incredulously.

“No, has this bastard gone crazy? Oh, he has, right.”

Chester, utterly bewildered asked and answered his own question. Then, with a newly serious expression, he started scrutinizing Isaiah’s face.

“What should I do with this bastard? Should I hit his head hard? Would that snap him back?”

As Chester spoke seriously. Manny calmly intervened.

“He might actually die if you do that.”

“Then what should I do?”

“I told you. There’s no other way than to leave him alone. They usually come back to their senses after a few days. That’s what the internet said.”

“How many days is ‘a few days’?”

“It varies from person to person. Sometimes they come back in a few hours, sometimes it takes years.”

“There are also cases where they don’t return at all.”

Manny nodded silently.

“I’m going crazy.”

Chester muttered, looking truly exasperated.

“Oh, if we take him to the hospital and get him hypnotherapy, it might help.”

“Where would we have the time to do something like that right now?”

Chester fumed. Feeling sorry for Manny, who had only received criticism despite his advice. Isaiah expressed his own opinion.

“For now, let’s just skip tomorrow, and whenever my memories return later, then I’ll… wouldn’t it be okay to handle it then?”

“And how would I know when your memories will return?”

Chester was equally angry with Isaiah.

“And I can’t just ignore it. I’m sure that brat Bran is thinking the same thing as me by now. If I am named his successor tomorrow, he would probably plan to kill me on the spot. On the other hand, if he becomes the successor, the next day he’ll confiscate my business, entrust it to his subordinate, and send me off to somewhere like Portland or Texas.”

Chester took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. As soon as he lit the cigarette, he took a short drag, exhaled the smoke, and continued speaking rapidly.

“And about two months later, a Mexican working on a farm in El Paso would find my dismembered body. A week later, some Black guy will turn himself in, saying he had gotten into a fight with me at a bar and killed me in a fit of rage. It’s obvious. Fuck, it’s so obvious it’s not even funny.”

Chester, nervously chewing on the filter, looked very anxious. It was understandable. In the end, whether or not he was designated as the successor, Bran was going to kill him. If he did not want to die, he had no choice but to kill him first.

He had thought he would benefit from his lover, a hitman skilled with a gun, but unfortunately, it had failed. So, he had planned to eliminate Bran first, setting the date of the successor announcement as D-Day, but his lover had suddenly lost his memory. And of all times, the day before D-Day. He even insisted he was a college student who had never touched a gun, so from Chester’s perspective, it was an infuriating situation.

Isaiah, too, couldn’t help but feel sorry for having greatly disappointed his lover, even though he had not intended to.

But really, why today? Why had something like this happened on a day like today? Had he hit his head somewhere while sleeping?

As Isaiah groped the back of his head, wondering, Chester stubbed out his cigarette on the table and said,

“Forget it. Think about what to do as we go. Quickly change your clothes and come out.”

“Clothes? Why?”

“Why?! For tonight’s dinner…!”

Chester, who had been yelling, suddenly put both hands on his hips and clicked his tongue.

“Damn, I keep forgetting this bastard’s head is messed up.”

“At this point, shouldn’t Chester be suspected of having a dissociative disorder as well?”

“Shut up.”

Chester slapped Manny hard across the face and then continued.

“Father called Bran and me. He wants to have dinner together before tomorrow’s successor announcement, and that brat Bran is definitely going to bring a whole bunch of his guys.”

In short, he meant he did not want to be outnumbered, so he would bring all of his men as well.

“If you understand, quickly change your clothes and come out.”

It was not a situation where he could refuse. Isaiah reluctantly left the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he instinctively sat down on the bed. Then he looked around blankly. Aside from the mattress he was sitting on, the only furniture was an old metal cabinet and a clothes rack.

Even when he had thought it was someone else’s house, he had thought it was a rather empty space, but thinking of it as his own home made it feel even more desolate and bare.

It did not seem like a place he had lived in for long… Was it a temporary residence?

“Hey, hurry up!”

Chester was already urging him from outside, impatient after only a short time. Isaiah clicked his tongue and got up.

He glanced over the clothes rack, it was all black jackets.

He prefers black clothes… Just like the clothes he was currently wearing.

But among the variety of black jackets, there wasn’t a single suit jacket. Isaiah listlessly rummaged through the clothes rack and chose a leather jacket that looked the most expensive and high-quality. He figured he should dress up as much as possible, considering it was a dinner with the boss of the organization and two underbosses.