Barista Boy (boyxboy)

FIVE

Zayden grabbed a baggy white t-shirt and some black sweats as he walked over to the elevator, humming a song he sang just a few minutes ago. Last night's argument remained in his head but he tried not to focus on it, instead focusing on getting to the dining room where his father called for him. More like sent a maid to fetch him.

When the young male entered the dining room, he saw his mother and father sitting in their usual seats with the addition of his brother, David. Zayden raised a brow and slid into the seat beside his brother, across from his mother and father.

"Don't you have wedding stuff to do?" Zay asked David.

"I'm not busy every single second, Zay."

"You sure act like it," the younger mumbled as a butler came over and delivered him a plate of pancakes. He nodded at the man and dug in.

David rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink, "Didn't you have something to tell him?" The older one pointed his question to their father.

His father nodded and cleared his throat, making Zayden to sit up and looked questioningly at his parents. "Okay?"

"Son, we have a job for you."

Zayden pushed his chair back, "No, no, no, no-"

"Sit down!" His father's voice dripped with demand.

Zay narrowed his eyes at his father but sat back down, only scooting back in slightly.

"Now, listen. This is a guy Harold and Jeremy have been tracking for a while. He's serious business, son. You have to be extra careful with him." His father handed him a file that had been sitting next to him the entire time. Zayden wondered how he hadn't noticed it before.

Target 534

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Skin: White

Sex: Male

Age: 31

Residence: Apartment # 23, Circle St.

City/State: Denver, Colorado

Zayden watched his father slip a photo across the table. The guy wasn't smiling but it looked like a driver's license photo. There was a small scar on his right cheek but the rest of him matched the description.

He was very good at memorizing, which came in handy when he was learning songs, so he took a quick look over at the picture before setting it down.

"What's his deal? Why was it so hard to find him?" Zay asked, scanning the file once more before looking up at his father.

"Well, he used to be in a drug cartel a few years back. That's how he got on our radar in the first place. Just a few weeks ago, Harold and Jeremy found him but they needed someone good to do the deed. I offered you."

Zay rolled his eyes, "Thanks, dad." He replied sarcastically.

His father tilted his head to the side, an unamused look on his face. "Zayden, we need you for this. You haven't been on the job in a few months so if you some training to-"

"I don't need extra training. If you came to me then you'd already know that. I'll do it. Give me the information I need and I'll do it." Zayden stood up from his seat and threw the file on the table, exiting the room.

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The next night, Zayden was standing in his room at their family building. The workers there were getting him ready. A change of clothes, all black with hidden slots for knives and such, a few blades for hand to hand combat, and a gun. Zayden's specialty.