𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝐾𝑖𝑙𝑙. [𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸]

Late nights 1.4

extortion
/ɪkˈstɔːʃ(ə)n,ɛkˈstɔːʃ(ə)n/
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noun
noun: extortion; plural noun: extortions
the practice of obtaining something, especially money, through force or threats.

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The sun is just setting when Finn arrives on the mansions doorstep. He takes two deep breathes in attempt to calm his nerves before knocking on the door.

He peers over to the window, to check if anyone is coming down the marble steps but it's as if nobody's home.

He jumps suddenly when he hears the click of a door unlocking. He sees it as an opportunity to enter, but nobody had opened the door for him.

Just as he enters, the door slams shut behind him and the lights in the living room switch on automatically.

"Frank?" Finn calls out and no answer is permitted back to him. Hesitant to move, he looks around downstairs and it's deserted.

For a one guy, Finn did not expect a mansion as the old man lived by himself. Franks parents were apart of a mafia before they retired and now he owns his own.

Cautiously taking a few steps upstairs, he calls out again.
"Hello??" Silence. Why was it now everyone seemed to disappear.

He drifts off to an empty bedroom, which has a balcony and it's there he sees a silhouette of an old man hunched over the balcony. Opening and closing the glass door, Finn stands behind him. The cold air seems to settle on Botha skin as they stand there in silence for a bit.

"Frank, I have-."

"l'espion," He swivels round to him, a twitching finger luring him closer. "I have something planned for the boys tonight, you're gonna come with us."

"I just- it's fine I really don't have to-"

"Gear up. Not going is not an option." Finn purses his lips shut as Frank pushes past him and back into the warm room instead of the cold air. "So what? You come up here uninvited? The hell do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing!" He shouts. "Nothing...It's about the girl. Millie."

"Spoken to her? If you have, you shouldn't be."

"She goes to Sacramento College. Am I done with this, annoying task now?"

"If you laze around on your ass all day, no. Have you gotten her schedule down? You barely know what she's doing half the day." Frank scoffs. "By the end of this week I want more then a goddamn schedule, or you can consider you and your family out. Now gear up, we don't have all day." He switches off the balcony lights leaving, as Finn stands there in the dark. Again, he was left without another choice.

He pretty much wears the same thing, black T-shirt with a black jacket, converses and then a beanie. Finn grabs a duffel bag, in it is a change of clothes, a pistol and leather gloves. With the mafia, you never know how messy it can get, even in broad daylight.

Finn can spy from a distance as he watches Frank in the moon lit sky, a silhouette coughing up a cloud of smoke before throwing the small paper stick away. Then getting into the car as he calls for Finn. He throws the duffel bag into the back of the car, before entering in the passenger side.

"You remind me of a younger me. Stubborn, tempered and angry."

"I'm not angry," He speaks, buckling himself into the car. "Why would I be angry?"