mafioso // dreamnotfound [DISCONTINUED]

ii

"what's going on? what's the big deal about alex's last name?" clay turned to me, and i saw a shift in him, he looked larger, colder... more dangerous.

"you don't realise what you've gotten into, do you?"

"no, i don't."

"damn, you're more naïve than i realised, kid."

"i'm not a kid." he stepped closer to me until our chests were almost touching. the heat radiating from him was mesmerising, his bright eyes captivating. "you sure about that?"

"yes. why don't you back off and just tell me what's going on?" clay was quiet for a long moment before he finally explained.

"alex quackity is a dangerous man. his father is jschlatt, head of the russian mob." he let out a sigh.

"what? but alex is just a thug. he steals from little kids and bullies anyone smaller than him. you're telling me his dad is some big mobster?"

"yes."

"i don't believe you." a soft growl escaped clay as he stepped even closer to me, baking me up against a nearby wall. "this isn't a game, george. maybe you don't quite understand the situation."

"the son of a rival mob boss threatened my nephew. you saved that nephew and got involved with some powerful people in the process. your life is in danger, and i'm trying to protect you."

"yeah well you're doing a great job of it." i glared back up at him. "i just love being strongarmed into going to some ritzy mafioso's mansion and being backed into a literal corner." silence permeated the air as me and clay glared at eachother. then, finally, he sighed.

"you're right. i'm sorry. the fact that jschlatt's son was anywhere near my nephew makes me... nervous. i shouldn't take that out on you. you saved him, and you put yourself in danger. i have to repay you." his bright eyes looked surprisingly humble.

"forgive my behaviour. you're my guest, george. you'll only be treated with respect from now on."

"it's fine. just don't kill me or anything, and we're good."

"believe it or not, i'm trying to do the opposite." he took a step back, leaving me cold and breathless. he stared up at the ceiling, see in thought, then, he nods, clearly resolved. "that's that, then. you're staying right here, under my protection."

"what? no, that's not necessary-" he cut me off. "my mind's made up." his low voice was sharp, reverberating through my body with the sheer authority it carried. "i've dealt with jschlatt and his family before, and they won't give up. we'll have to have a meeting."

"a meeting with who?" i scoffed.

"a meeting with the russian mob. here. something must be done. like it or not, george, you're involved now." he seemed to note my nervousness. "why are you so afraid?"

"because they're after me.."

"we established that. but look around, george: i have this place locked up tighter than fort knox. nobody's going to hurt you here."

"i want to believe you, i really do." i gave him an empathetic look.

"i won't lie and say we're totally innocent, but we're not monsters. i try to run this musings with integrity, george. but i'm hoping you'll learn to trust me in time." i looked up at clay, mulling over my next words.

"clay, i'll try to keep an open mind. i want to trust you."

"that means a lot to me." he gave me a warm smile, then putting a steady hand on my shoulder. "you seem like a good man, george, i hope to prove to you that i'm worthy of your trust."