mafioso // dreamnotfound [DISCONTINUED]

iii

before you read this, i just wanted to say, this chapter includes some russian. i don't actually speak russian, so it's probably not grammatically correct. apologies in advance :)

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"ready to meet the russian mob?" he gave me a comforting smile, but there was seriousness behind it. "as ready as i'll ever be."

"we'll have to take that for now." with that, we walked out of his office and headed downstairs. i could feel my heart racing at the sight of alex and charlie again, but i tried to just focus on their leader.

"clay, it's lovely to see you. pity the circumstances."

"hello, schlatt. this is george. george, this is jschlatt, his son alex, and their associate charlie."

"yes, we've met." they glared at me.

"our families go back a long way, schlatt. i'm sure we can clear things up. but first, purely as a precaution, sapnap here's going to wand everyone."

"of course." sapnap ran a metal detector want over schlatt, it found nothing on him, his men, or charlie. he motioned for alex to come forward so he could check him.

alex smirked at me and bumped me hard with his shoulder as he passes. sapnap uses the wand on alex and it goes off. he's got a gun. "empty your pockets, please." when alex empties his pockets, we realised it was just his keys. alex must've noticed my relief as he smiled at me. "oh, yeah. sorry about that."

"shall we go to my office?"

as we entered the office, clay showed everyone where to sit: in the places you and he agreed to earlier. "george? care to sit?"
he looked at me expectantly, and i noticed that all eyes in the room were on me. "i was just getting to it."

i sat down, and clay smiled at me. alex pressed forward and tried to sit next to me instead of schlatt, but he placed a hand on his shoulder and angrily spoke to him in russian. "glupyy mal'chik! syad'te tam, gde vam govoryat." i'm not even gonna act like i know what he just said.

alex slumped into his assigned chair and sulked. i noticed schlatt kicking at alex's leg to get him to sit up and act more politely. clay must've seen the division within their family, and his eyes tinkled mischievously. "whenever you gentlemen are ready."

"i apologise for the boy. he should know how to show respect in your home." schlatt stared daggers at his son, until alex offered a recalcitrant apology. "sorry, mr wastaken."

"excuse me? i didn't hear you." he gave him a stern look, "i'm sorry, mr wastaken."

"well, then. i think we can move beyond this and begin. that is, if everyone is ready." the bodyguards stood against opposite walls, glaring at eachother.

"i'll cut to the chase, schlatt. your boys here threatened my eight-year-old nephew openly on a city street and tried to steal his shoes." schlatt looked confused.

"why would they do that? alex?" anger grew within alex's face. "we were just kidding around with him, then this freak over here decided to step in."

"wait, he threatens a little kid, and IM the freak?" i snapped back at him.

"you heard me, freak."

"that's enough. i'll remind everyone that george is under my personal protection now."

"vnimaniye!" everyone but clay jumped after schlatt's booming voice cut through the arguing. "schlatt, i don't want issues. but i believe my man, and he's telling a different story than your son is."

"agreed. someone is lying here. the question is, who."

"sapnap? please retrieve my nephew and bring him in here with us." my mouth dropped open, he's gonna bring karl into this? "but you're going to scare him."