mafioso // dreamnotfound [DISCONTINUED]

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WARNING!!
this chapter includes:
-prostitution
-mention of drugs
-slight smut
-mature?? language.
(please click off if you're uncomfortable with any of these things!!)
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"your father works for a rival gang." i looked at him in disbelief. "a rival gang? are you serious?" he nodded carefully, and watched my face. "you're telling me my father, a police chief, works for a rival gang of yours?"

"they're called the marks family. he's a known associate." cursing, i put my face in my hands. "did you not know?"

"i knew he was into some shady stuff. i never knew that he..." i paused for a moment, taking in all this new information. "this is... horrible. just when i thought my life back home couldn't be any worse."

"you really didn't know, did you?" i shook my head. "no. i didn't."

"are... are you mad at me?" clay shook
his head in response. "no, no i'm not. but if you didn't know, then why didn't you want to tell me?"

"i ran away from home for a reason. my father can't know where i am. he can't. it's complicated."

"no love lost there, i take it?" i sighed and shook my head, "it's a long story for another time."

"fair enough." i smiled, "thank you for understanding."

"no problem." he said nothing else on the matter, unwilling to press any further. he can be really kind, can't he? "right, well, i should go. i have affairs to tend to." sighing, he rubbed his temples. "what sort of affairs?"

he looked skyward, then ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair. "the kind that have kept me from sleep the past few days." i nodded, contemplative. i then noticed the dark circles under his eyes, and the seeming exhaustion of his posture.

"have you taken a break?" i questioned, looking at him worryingly. "it's hard to take breaks in my line of work, kid." i laughed, and he offered a weak smile in response.

"why do you ask?"

"just... you might want to take a breather. you seem exhausted." he smiled at me, again. "i'm always exhausted, george." the smirk on his face held no real malice or bite in it, so i just waited for him to say something else.

after a moment, he sighed, tapping his chin in thought. "mm.. fine. i'd consider taking a break... if you took one with me."

i looked at him in shock. "what? why? i don't work like you do."

"no, but you've been through hell these past few days. you might need a break more than me." his bright eyes looked at me expectantly, and i could feel my heart racing in my chest.

i thought for a moment, before replying. "a break sounds good, honestly." he belt an arm out to me with a playful look. "come on, let's take a walk." shaking my head, i took his arm.

"you're so gentlemanly." i laughed. "is that so surprising?"

"not surprising, just... pleasant." he looked down at me and smiled, "i'll take that as a compliment."

we walked throughout the large house and headed toward the garden. once we got there, he slid the patio doors open and stood back, suggesting for me to go out first. i did just that.

the fresh air was a welcome relief after being inside for so long. me and clay walked in a comfortable silence as we took in the beautiful yard. the cold air bit my skin after some time, though, and i shuddered. "cold?"

i laughed, i was living on the streets for years, i've been through worse than this.  "i'm used to it." i replied simply.

"don't be ridiculous." he gave me a warm smile as he put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. he was so close to me, i could smell his cologne. "oh."