𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙. [𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸]

Stakeout 2.

stake-out
nounINFORMAL
noun: stakeout
a period of secret surveillance of a building or an area by police in order to observe someone's activities.
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Tuesday - Day 2

It is just about 9AM when Finn comes down to breakfast. His mom usually cooks, this time waffles with fruits and syrup and he can already notice his parents sitting down and about to eat.

He guess his mother wasn't as bad, she didn't put too much pressure on Finn when it came to criminal activates, yes she knew about everything that her husband had been putting both of her sons through and although she didn't approve of things their dad was influencing, she loved him and she whatever he did left her dazzled. So it's clear she's not affiliated with the mafia or at least involved with the damage they do.

"How close are you with...the whole —"

"Kidnapping? You can say the word around mum, it's not like you haven't done it before." His mother is not blind and therefore can see the angry glares her husband shoots towards his son.

"Luther, Finn is only young, shouldn't he be in college his age? I hope you know what you're doing with him." They all wait for his response. His fork stabbing through the layers of waffles harshly, creating a loud clash with the fork and plate.

"Marianna, whatever I do with Finn that is linked with the Mafia Family, does not have to concern you." He fills his mouth with the waffles just hoping for the conversation to end.

"Is Finn not also my son? Damn it, John, our son is twenty, can he not make his own decisions?" With Finns parents bickering in the background he does sometimes think what would have happened if things turned out differently, if his mother divorced his father would he had lived a normal life without crime, or would the mafia forever follow him? For vengeance?

"I don't see you being affiliated with this mafia, do I?" Facing his wife with a scowl. "Anyways, he's too far in. If he backs out now, who knows what will happen to me? Who's gonna hire me with my criminal record, huh? Finn is not going to drag me down with him."

"I'm supposed to be your son, not your enemy, dad. This is my life, and you dragged me into this mess, not anyone else. Not mom, not Nick, but you."

"Hey!" He shouts, making the table go quiet. "As the man of this house, I make the goddamn rules. You see anyone else bringing in money, paying the bills?! I pay for everything in this damn house and all my wife and kid wanna do is disagree with me." His father was a hot head. A big guy who you didn't want to get angry with. He's stubborn and forever butting heads with people. Finn honestly doesn't know how his dad hasn't gotten a bullet to his head yet.

"Well maybe if I got to live my fucking life, I wouldn't be in your mess." Finn backs his chair away from his table taking his plate towards the plate, he was too annoyed to eat now and it wasn't like he was hungry anyways. But his father seems to be enjoying himself, sipping away at his milk and slurping loudly on his waffles.

Another day, another crime something very clearly he isn't looking forward too.

Just getting out the shower, he dries his damp curls, tossing the towel to the side to get dressed. His closet is plain, maybe three or two suits and dark clothing. No whites no greens, nothing like that. One of his fathers many rules were not to wear bright clothing. Black shirts, black trousers, just black outfit.