Chapter 4: Your Friendly Neighborhood Pimp

  Tony 9:49 AM: SO IT DID HAPPEN! Dillon you KNEW you didn't have to tell me that shit went down. I see right through you. You wanted this

  9:51 AM: Im annoyed at you Dill, but im FURIOUS at the motherfucker that thought he had the RIGHT to take whats MINE!

  Dillon 9:53 AM: There was no intent to get you worked up man! I really didn't plan it! It would have really bothered me if I said nothing! Im trying to be transparent! I'm sorry man, it's the 1st time its actually happened to me! I didnt know how to handle it

  9:55 AM: You know my feelings, Tony... you know I would never. Not in a million years...

  Tony 10:01 AM: Thats a load of bullshit. I know youd never act on it, but you had EVERY intention of workin me up! It wouldnt have weighed on you. Teenagers are experts at hidin shit! If you had no intention of workin me up you wouldn't have said anything, especially if nothin happened. Dillon your a crap liar and you KNOW it.

  As Tony went to take another drag, he saw his cigarette had burned all the way down to the filter. The stress of Dillon's crap had worked him up to the point that he didn't notice how long he had been outside. After he flicked the cigarette butt away, he went back inside. When he approached his table, he saw his food was done and ready for him to dig in. Stress always made him abnormally hungry, so it was the right decision go out for breakfast. Tony sat down and aggressively started in on his omelet. Dillon's ridiculousness had him famished. 

  After a time, Bridget came over to check up on him. She was a sweet girl, even if she had the mouth of a sailor and wasn't girly at all. Not all girls had to be prissy and ladylike to be great women, like Kat. Bridget was Bridget, and she truly cared for her friends. Tony loved her for it. Before he had met Dillon, he would hit on her(she was hot as hell, after all). He had the sense to not tell Dillon that, however. Tony knew he would be upset, and that was how he knew Dillon had planned his little performance. The brat was no idiot. It was his desired outcome to work him up and now his possessive side was let loose. When Bridget reached him, she had a mildly concerned expression.

  "Yo, you good man? Saw you out there typin' furiously for over fifteen minutes. Dilly a'ight?" 

  "Ahh- uhm... Just Dill bein' Dill, haha. You know what a shitty brat he can be." 

  "Oh, but it's cute! You be nice to 'im, y'hear! But I digress. How's everything here?" She asked casually. "Don't you dare complain 'bout shit bein' cold! That's yer own damn fault, bitch!"

  "Hehehe, as nice as I can be to the little snot," Tony snorted. "Yea, everything's great! Although, y'all might need to invest in a new warmer, 'cause everything's so COLD!" 

  Bridget rolled her eyes with a small smile as she smacked him upside the head lightly with her notepad. Tony laughed as she gave him the finger and disappeared into the kitchen. The chow really was awesome though. He never really cared about the temperature of his food anyway. Food was food, right? His back and forth with Bridget had calmed him down enough to check his texts again. As he finished his last few bites of toast, he swiped his phone open and saw he had three new messages from Dillon. 

  Dillon 10:04 AM: Tony please it's not like that! In the past yes I've done it a couple times but not this time I swear it! 

  10:07 AM: Dude? I'm sorry I really shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry man please answer me?

  10:38 AM: Sorry. This was my fault:( I'll leave you be I get it.   

  With that last message, he rolled his eyes. Dillon could be so damn melodramatic sometimes. That was a pet peeve Tony had with him. Whenever he would do something to piss Tony off, he'd act all pitiful and guilty. It was his way to try to garner sympathy and gain forgiveness if 'I'm sorry' didn't work. The asshole had no shortage of manipulation tactics, some cute, others not so much. It pissed Tony off when he'd act all depressed and pitiful over dumb shit. Dillon was a wonderful person. Very generous, whip smart, worked hard, and he was always very kind and attentive to those he was fond of. That said, at the same time, he could sometimes be one of the most manipulative, problematic people out there. Though, he knew nobody was perfect and Tony had his own list of shortcomings.

  Tony thought for a few minutes as he stared at the empty dishes in front of him. As much as he hated Dillon's, at times, manipulative tendencies, he couldn't deny that he felt he truly was sorry that time. Maybe he had overreacted? Perhaps not, since the anger and possessiveness he felt hadn't reduced much. Even if Dillon was truly sorry, he wouldn't get out of this without a stern reminder of his place, just in case. Tony started to type out his reply. He couldn't just leave the kid to twist in the wind with worry. He wasn't that much of an ass.

  Tony 10:41 AM: Oh shove it with the "ill leave you be" garbage. Stop fishin for pity! It pisses me off. Regardless of your motive you better be prepared to be reminded who the FUCK owns you. You better be prepared to take on the monster you released!

  10:43 AM: Forget the previous orders i gave you. You'll get new orders when you show up understood? I'll force you to remember who you belong to! You wanted this so ill oblige.

  Dillon 10:47 AM: Tony please don't get upset I didn't mean it like that... but I understand... I'll accept any punishment you give. When I say I'm sorry... I'm not hounding for pity. I mean it man. From the bottom of my heart I'm sorry I hurt you. 

  Tony 10:51 AM: Too late Dillon. Sorry or not you opened the door. Even if you did nothin, id still have to remind you of who owns all of you. Ill make you forget the fucker that tried to hook you on his line. I DON'T CARE HOW SORRY YOU ARE! You will remember. Ill make you remember you belong to ME! 12:30. You will not be a second late you fuckin understand me?

  Dillon 10:54 AM: I understand Sir. I'll heed your reminder. Yes Sir I won't be a second late. I do love you Sir, you know that right? 

  Tony 10:57 AM: Shut it. I don't wanna hear anymore from you until you come over you hear me? Say yes Sir and then fuck off. I'm really pissed right now

  Dillon 10:58 AM: Yes Sir.

  After he had calmed himself again, Tony picked up the bill Bridget dropped off. They were always reasonable with their prices and because the owner was one of Tony's clients, he would get discounts on the already low cost sometimes. Tony got his black leather wallet out of his back pocket and took out a twenty to cover the meal, then threw another couple twenties on the table for Bridget's tip. She had a son and could use the money. He grabbed his placemat and ripped a corner off. With the pen he kept in his jacket, he scrawled out a message. He felt he had to mess with her.

                  ~Your Friendly Neighborhood Pimp.

  Tony snickered and threw the message on top of the twenties on the table. He got up to leave while he checked to make sure he had everything. Once he was outside, he mounted Harley and secured his helmet, then started the engine and revved a couple times. For good measure, he turned her throttles and pulled out slowly after he checked that the coast was clear. There wasn't much traffic on a Saturday morning, so he managed to get back to the apartments pretty fast. He unmounted Harley and took his helmet in with him. Tony cheered up a bit in the foyer as he was reminded of Dillon's 'teenaged-child' shtick. For shits and giggles, he decided to take the elevator. Tony felt kind of ridiculous that he took the elevator up just one floor, but it made him smile and roll his eyes all the same. 

  As soon as he got in, he locked the door behind him then went and flopped down on the couch. Sunnyside Diner did have really good food and he was content and relaxed. It would actually keep him full for an hour or two. His stomach had always been a bottomless abyss. Even he didn't know where he put it all. Tony layed on the couch and turned on the TV, got out his phone to check the time, and saw there were no new texts. 'Good boy, you obeyed,' Tony thought. It was eleven twenty-four. He was in a better mood at that point and he decided to see how well he could act. Tony could be a bullshitter too. It took a bullshitter to know a bullshitter. 

  The thought that Dillon would be there in an hour had him excited. He still was a little bit possessive and angry, but compared to earlier his mood had drastically improved. In an hour he would be able to put on his own show and go all out, however Tony wanted it. Dillon pulled such shit on his birthday too, he realized. Why his birthday? What was behind it? Tony would get it out of him soon enough. He sprawled out on the couch, jeans tented a little, and flipped through the channels. Anything to distract him for this last hour until he'd feel oh-so good. He couldn't wait.