Tristan got on his bike that was standing in the garage of his apartment. He has gotten used to living alone by now. He couldn't really call the place where he came from home, since it was never that.
There was no warmth in the place and there was never anyone around, except all the housemaids and butlers, who just stayed there because they got paid for it.
No one ever wanted to have anything to do with him. His parents were never at home and when they were, they told him to learn more, get better grades, because he had to take over the firm that they owned.
But Tristan never wanted to become a lawyer like his father. He wanted to have nothing to do with anything that concerned his family at all. Why couldn't they just let him be?
He couldn't think about it any longer. It was all over now. The whole shit happened a long time ago.
He swung his leg over his bike and turned on the engine. This was the feeling he always wanted to feel. He wanted to be free and at last he got just what he wanted all along.
He turned the handle on his bike and zoomed off. He was heading towards the city to get some stuff that he had ordered a while ago and only now remembered that he had to get.
Tristan didn't care much about the speed limit. He knew exactly that no one would dare to question him, since he was well known around town.
After he left the house he used to call home, he called together his buddies and they revolutionized the term "Gangster."
It was not like they killed people or anything, but they did what they had to in order to get their job done and built a whole emporium that held exactly what Tristan wanted.
He was not the sort of person who joked around, he took everything seriously and never let anyone tell him what to do. He was his own man. Nevertheless, he wouldn't have gotten as far without the help of his friends.
Finn, Logan, Jess and him were like a unit, a bond that couldn't be broken apart.
Finn came from Australia, Logan from America and Jess was half Italian, but has lived in New York City his whole life.
Finn and Tristan have been buddies since they first met in school. Logan came a year after that and they all met Jess two years later, when they were sent to a private school for difficult teenagers.
What their parents didn't know though was that they loved the time that they had to spend there. There was nothing they didn't do to not enjoy themselves.
They played pranks on their teachers and even made some of them quit their jobs because of them. There, they had the most fun time ever.
But now there was no more joking around. Everything had to be well planned, to go down well. They couldn't afford to let anything happen that could jeopardize their business. They worked far too hard to get the respect of the people, to now let everything crash at their feet.
Tristan knew what he was doing. He was the alpha in the whole business and there was no one that would dare to throw him off his throne. He was well aware of the things that happened around him. He was always informed about everything and anyone that might cause him and his friend's trouble.
Sometimes it was hard not to show any emotion, when he was worried or even afraid. He got used to hiding his emotions in front of people and even his friends. He actually thought that he saw worry in their eyes when he got worked up on things that weren't going as planned, but he just shrugged that off and got on with his life.
There was a reason why he never wanted to be like his father. His old man was a cold, mean bastard that cared about no one. But Tristan wasn't like that. He refused to become like that. He saw how his family had to suffer under his fathers rule and swore to himself that he would never be like him.
In his business he was the leader, yes, but that didn't mean, that he behaved like his father. He wasn't a tyrant that didn't let anyone ever say something to him. He knew that his business couldn't survive like that. Tristan was someone who took every opinion seriously and thought about everything very well, before he then decided what would happen next.
And now he was one of the most feared and respected "gangsters" that ever lived. Men wanted to be like him and women desired him, but he didn't care. He knew he got what he wanted and was proud to say that it was all him and his friends that managed to build an empire as efficient as he had dreamed of.
When he was at the right street, he got off his bike and walked into the shop. As he walked in, everybody looked up surprised to see him, but he just shrugged it off and held his lips firm. He walked right up to the counter and rung that bell that was placed there. The cashier came walking out from the back and was just as surprised as the rest of them.
"I ordered a package on the name Dugrey last week and I'm here to pick it up." Tristan said in a bored voice.
"Of course Mr.Dugrey. I will be right back. I will just quickly fetch it and you can be on your way again." The cashier said a little afraid and turned around to go back where he came from to get the package.
Tristan was amused at the face the cashier made. He knew exactly what an effect he had on people. His lips turned to a smirk and he was glad that the guy knew that he didn't like to be bothered with anything for too long. Clever man.
When the cashier came back, Tristan reached for the package, threw some bills on the counter, said a short goodbye and walked right back out towards his bike.
He secured the package on the back, but before he could get on and zoom off, he felt someone bump into him.
He turned just in time to catch a young woman by the arm, before she hit the ground. What the heck is going on he thought and looked down into the face of a young woman that just ran into him.
A.N.: Okay, so… what do you guys think about it? Good, bad? Please let me know and press the little button in the left corner to write me a review.
I already wrote the second chapter. That's were Rory and Tristan get to actually talk to each other. I know I left off at a strange place, but if you guys like the story, then I will update soon.
