My Mafia King~Jorbyn

I'm Not Gonna Get Kidnapped...

Corbyn's POV

Today's an important day for many reasons. One, I'm getting a pay raise two, I'm moving up the ranks at my job three, I'm doing my first drug deal. I'm excited and nervous. My roommates are not helping. They keep saying I'm gonna get shot, kidnapped, or brutally murdered to send a message.

They don't believe I can do this. It's really discouraging. I believe I can do this. I get up and out of bed to get ready for the day. I put on a simple all black outfit. Considering, that's our gang color. I make sure that my tattoo is showing so I don't get mugged by my own gang.

I go downstairs to see my roommates doing their assignments for today. I head into the kitchen getting breakfast, even though I'm not hungry I eat anyways because I vowed never to skip a meal.

"Good morning, Corbyn." Marinette, the gang groupie, she sleeps with anyone who's willing, says.

"Good morning, Marinette. How are you doing? I haven't seen you around in a while." I say cleaning my dishes. I like Marinette, she's kind and she gets me. We'll always be just friends. She's the only one who knows I'm gay.

"I'm good. I've just busy with my assignment. Nothing to worry about." She says with a small smile.

"Okay, I'm never gonna stop worrying but, I'll let it slide. Only, because I have to get ready for the deal." Her smiles melts immediately when I say deal. She firsthand knows how dangerous it is and how much I want to throw up.

"Corbyn, why didn't you tell me sooner I could've gotten you out of it?"

"I need the money and it's either that or be beaten to pulp and left for dead."

"Okay, please be careful and take the bulletproof vest."

I just nodded and left the kitchen. I have to leave soon, anyways. I help load the truck I'll be driving. I then go up and grab my mask and put on the vest under my clothes just in case.

My boss meets me at the truck. He's the one that'll do the talking I'm just there to transport the drugs. We get in the truck and he stops me before leaving.

"Are you sure you want to do this, kid? I think you could take the beating."

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm not gonna get kidnapped." I turn away from him and start the truck. Pulling out of the garage.

The drive is quiet. We make it to the warehouse. I pull up turning off the truck and my boss gets out. I stay in the truck as I'm supposed to. I can't tell what they're talking about and their body language isn't helping. Soon, I see one of the men get close to my side of the truck. I decided not to pay any attention to it. Big mistake. The next thing I see is my boss getting shot along with the guards we brought.

Next the man opens the door on my side and pulls me out. I tried to fight but, he put a cloth to my mouth and I breathed and everything goes black. So much for not getting kidnapped...