"The clothes I was wearing were not filth if you consider a outfit that probably costs more then your car not including any accessories." Jay calmly talks, "Also you had no right to punch me because of your 'balenciaga' shoes got a mark on them… I have the right to charge you of assault that goes on your criminal record. Right Grandpa?"
"Haha, Jay you've grown so much!" he pats Jay's shoulder, "Money is not everything in life, a lesson to me learned Jason."
"IMPOSSIBLE YOU DARE TO THREATEN THE NEXT HEIR OF THE ANDERSON'S?!" Ms.Anderson pissed, lashes out at Jay. "JASON YOU CAN BEAT HIM UP! I'LL TAKE CARE OF THE REST!"
"Yikes you don't want to do that Jason." Jace stepped in front of Jay.
"MOVE YOUR OLD ASS!" Jason throws a straight right followed by jabs and hooks one after another, but none landed on Jay as he casually slipped off his glasses."
"Jay!" As Jay caught Jason's fist and was about to fight back one of the men came in between them and gave Jay his glasses to wear again. "We've recorded all of this and we will make sure they get what they deserve Jay… no need for you to get your hands dirty with the Anderson's filth."
"I'm out then, grandpa I'm going to Gun's favorite tattoo shop. I'm getting a tattoo today and I'm late for the appointment."
"So what kind of tattoo do you want to get?" Gun asked, driving with Jay.
"I want a white tiger and a blue dragon on my left arm also for the needle Japanese hand poked style."
"You do know that it's gonna hurt right?"
"I bet you one grand that I will not scream or wince nor take a break."
"Deal mate." Gun firmly shaked Jay's hand for a closed deal.
About 6 hours later (tattoo almost done).
"Alright Jay almost done just hold still while he wipes some disinfectant on it." Gun eyed Jay the who looks half dead as the tattoo artist wipes alcohol on the tattooed arm. "Done mate."
"Thanks here." Jay hands the tattoo artist one grand. "Keep the change. I'm off to the hotel."
Jay heads to the hotel his grandpa owns while wincing everytime he moves his left arm. "God damn it."
"Jay my dear son!" his adoptive mother calls out.
"Fuck off fake ass and get the fuck off of me." Jay was immediately in a bad mood from seeing his fake mother. It was his uncle's wife who hated his father and mother because they inherited the Four legends gang. "stupid asshole is here as well!" he looked to the far left standing there was his uncle talking to the hotel manager.
"How rude I'm your aunt that adopted you! You should be grateful!" she raised her hand to slap him.
"Hey! Old hag! You dare to slap him your as good as dead!" Jay's best friend Michael Henderson the heir to the 2nd largest business cuts in. "You wouldn't dare to slap my best friend will you?"
"Oh my! I just couldn't control my emotions I'm sorry…"
"What's going on here? Why is my wife bowing to to a 15 year old and a 18 year old?" Jay's uncle rushes over. "YOU again? For fuck's sake you ungrateful bastard-"
"Shut up fucker if you don't I'll stitch it closed and super glue your ass on your bitch." Jay was more mad then ever.
"Jay! Calm down. No matter what before you take charge of the FL you have to ignore these filthy cunts." Michael held back Jay seeing that even though Jay has his glasses on it ain't gonna stop Jay from breaking all 206 bones in their bodies.
"The clothes I was wearing were not filth if you consider a outfit that probably costs more then your car not including any accessories." Jay calmly talks, "Also you had no right to punch me because of your 'balenciaga' shoes got a mark on them… I have the right to charge you of assault that goes on your criminal record. Right Grandpa?"
"Haha, Jay you've grown so much!" he pats Jay's shoulder, "Money is not everything in life, a lesson to me learned Jason."
"IMPOSSIBLE YOU DARE TO THREATEN THE NEXT HEIR OF THE ANDERSON'S?!" Ms.Anderson pissed, lashes out at Jay. "JASON YOU CAN BEAT HIM UP! I'LL TAKE CARE OF THE REST!"
"Yikes you don't want to do that Jason." Jace stepped in front of Jay.
"MOVE YOUR OLD ASS!" Jason throws a straight right followed by jabs and hooks one after another, but none landed on Jay as he casually slipped off his glasses."
"Jay!" As Jay caught Jason's fist and was about to fight back one of the men came in between them and gave Jay his glasses to wear again. "We've recorded all of this and we will make sure they get what they deserve Jay… no need for you to get your hands dirty with the Anderson's filth."
"I'm out then, grandpa I'm going to Gun's favorite tattoo shop. I'm getting a tattoo today and I'm late for the appointment."
"So what kind of tattoo do you want to get?" Gun asked, driving with Jay.
"I want a white tiger and a blue dragon on my left arm also for the needle Japanese hand poked style."
"You do know that it's gonna hurt right?"
"I bet you one grand that I will not scream or wince nor take a break."
"Deal mate." Gun firmly shaked Jay's hand for a closed deal.
About 6 hours later (tattoo almost done).
"Alright Jay almost done just hold still while he wipes some disinfectant on it." Gun eyed Jay the who looks half dead as the tattoo artist wipes alcohol on the tattooed arm. "Done mate."
"Thanks here." Jay hands the tattoo artist one grand. "Keep the change. I'm off to the hotel."
Jay heads to the hotel his grandpa owns while wincing everytime he moves his left arm. "God damn it."
"Jay my dear son!" his adoptive mother calls out.
"Fuck off fake ass and get the fuck off of me." Jay was immediately in a bad mood from seeing his fake mother. It was his uncle's wife who hated his father and mother because they inherited the Four legends gang. "stupid asshole is here as well!" he looked to the far left standing there was his uncle talking to the hotel manager.
"How rude I'm your aunt that adopted you! You should be grateful!" she raised her hand to slap him.
"Hey! Old hag! You dare to slap him your as good as dead!" Jay's best friend Michael Henderson the heir to the 2nd largest business cuts in. "You wouldn't dare to slap my best friend will you?"
"Oh my! I just couldn't control my emotions I'm sorry…"
"What's going on here? Why is my wife bowing to to a 15 year old and a 18 year old?" Jay's uncle rushes over. "YOU again? For fuck's sake you ungrateful bastard-"
"Shut up fucker if you don't I'll stitch it closed and super glue your ass on your bitch." Jay was more mad then ever.
"Jay! Calm down. No matter what before you take charge of the FL you have to ignore these filthy cunts." Michael held back Jay seeing that even though Jay has his glasses on it ain't gonna stop Jay from breaking all 206 bones in their bodies.
