The champagne gold-colored Jaguar slowed its pace as it passed us, its shimmery body paint irradiated from the street light. The car pulled over by the kerb and its driver's door swung open. We saw a guy emerging from the vehicle, donning a dark colored bomber jacket with prints, left sleeves pushed up to his forearms revealing a black leather arm guard on his wrist, a simple pair of jeans and white trainers. I managed to catch a glimpse of his tattoo underneath the cuff. A couple of guys emerged from the backseat of the car moments later.

The guy in a bomber jacket, as tall as Abs about 6ft but slender. His looks were like if Ezra Miller and Barry Keoghan had a baby together, narrowed eyes, sharp pointy nose, sharp cheekbones, cupid's bow lips and mid fade haircut with side part and long fringe. He gave an up-nod at Abs as he approached near. "W'ssup, fam. How you doing? You ain't pickin' my call. What happened?"

My first thought was like, 'Wow! Abs has a crazy ass handsome rich friend'. I mean he has to be rich, right? The ride and that bomber jacket was no ordinary jacket, best believed it was the Versace jacket similar to what DJ Khaled wore in one of his videos. Regardless, Abs has to have friends like him to complement his good looks. I turned to Abs and sensed anxiousness in his face, as though he was held at gunpoint. "You're not my fam," Abs muttered.

As the Versace guy drew near, he playfully patted Abs on the left cheek and walked around him like assessing a target to hit. "So, you're laying me off?"

"Nah, things got busy," Abs replied casually, unflinching. "But speak for yourself, mate. You've been busy too, ain't it? Haiti? Syria? Or–"

"Yeah, got to make sure business sustains," the Versace guy cut off. I could see his jaw clenched beneath the faint street light. I bet Abs was in the verge of spewing his dark secret. "Well, you too seem to be enjoying yourself in Madrid? Where d' you get all that money from? You could afford for Madrid but not for what you owe me."

Abs' nose flared in frustration. "You've got your free flow of swags, fancy rides, your expensive suits. Even the mayor could grant you, like what, 10 – 20 acres of land?" I sensed a slight panic in his cool tone voice, as I eyed both of his fists balled inside his jacket pocket. "What do you need me for?"

"Relax, I am not for the money, I was just curious," he gave a sly grin. "I just want that one thing that belongs to me which you stole."

"I don't know what you're talking about, bro," Abs' voice sounded infuriating by every conversation. "I had what's mine, none I took belongs to you."

"Can't relate," Versace guy shook his head and smirked. "Funny though, for a second I thought you just said we weren't brothers no more. And when I become a threat to you, you just talk your way out. I am so tired of this shit, Abs."

"So, I guess it's best if you be leaving," I interrupted, trying to be the hero. "Back to where you belong–"

"I ain't talkin to you, prick!" Versace guy snarled at me. "Either I get what I want or you and your fuckin' chum gets hurt."

The distraction gave Abs the opportunity to suddenly flung his right elbow with all his strength and threw a punch at him. Versace guy in his defense, quickly held Abs' punch with his right arm. Suddenly Versace guy pulled out a crazy Assassin's Creed stunt flick, drew a somewhat mechanical small hidden blade from the arm guard and slashed Abs right forearm unnoticed.

Abs screamed in pain, fell to the ground and crouched. The two guys backed away from the scene. I was too stunned to do anything, only to watch them in horror.

"What the fuck, Nick!" Abs tried to kick Versace guy's right knee but Versace guy was able to edge himself away from Abs. "Nick, you fuckin' son of a bitch!"

Immediately, I threw my right fist towards the Versace guy's face (I should refer to his name Nick, moving forward) but one of his entourage was quick enough to block my punch with his left hand, pushing me to the ground. I however managed to get up and was about to charge again, taking a couple of punches with that guy while Nick and his other mate rushed to the car.

"Allow it!" Nick ordered over his shoulder. His sidekick (look somewhat like a chubby version of Jason Statham) clobbered me on defense, took a few steps back before going into the car. I rushed to the hood of the car, thinking that I could stop the vehicle but the car took a quick 180° spin away from the pavement, causing me to lose my grip and hoisted me to the sidewalk.

"You coward! Fuck you!" Abs bellowed in pain.