She's No Longer With The Band

Four.

Nate's Point of View:

The past month was spent reinventing myself. Learning how to walk again, and regaining that confidence in myself that I never thought I'd have again. 

And now I'm back and better than ever.

Truthfully, my whole life there's been a part of me that's insecure. I mean obviously everyone has insecurities, but some people are more insecure in themselves than others are. I know how to put confidence on like it's a mask when I'm in the public, but deep down I'm just an insecure person. 

However, recently? Most of the insecurities have faded away.

And now I'm a completely different version of myself.

Finally I'm able to walk by myself and even though it's the last thing I'm interested in doing, I'm able to complete a task for the mafia. I'm currently with Dean and weirdly enough like most mafia interactions, we're in the basement of an abandoned parking garage. It's important for interactions like these where money is being exchanged for whatever to be done in private, in an isolated abandoned spot. God forbid anyone catches us.

And also I have my green contacts in. Like as if that's going to do anything.

Along with a gun strapped to my hip, god forbid these guys try and go after me.

"Nate," Dean said, hitting my arm to get my attention. I turned to him as I slowed down my walking. 

He handed me some of the cash we were giving members of this gang in exchange for some very high quality rifles. I'm currently holding a heavy duffle bag filled with cash, but the cash he's giving me now is just extra god forbid. I absolutely fucking hate guns so the fact that I'm being forced to do this is pissing me off even more. I think that guns should quite literally be fucking banned because all they do is cause more harm than good. But, nonetheless, here I am like a fucking idiot paying up some criminals in exchange for them.

Apparently the guns are super rare and are of high value. Alessandro requested that only two of us go because he doesn't need more of a scene to occur than possible. He was saying that if all four of us go, it's too much. That he only needs two of us to go, to draw as little attention god forbid we were seen. Also he claimed that there were only going to be two guys giving us the guns, and they might feel threatened if we showed up all of us.

"Thanks," I muttered as he handed me a stack of cash flat on my palm.

I folded it and shoved it into my pocket while Dean leaned in close to me to whisper something.

"Don't lose your fucking temper," He whispered, lips barely gracing my ear. I rolled my eyes at that, him talking to me like I was a child but continued to listen. "You've already lost your ability to walk once, we don't want it happening again," He warned before pulling himself away and giving me a stern look.

I adjusted the my tight t shirt, tucking it into my pants more while resting the urge to huff and puff even though he's right. I'm someone that's hot headed and from time to time I will end up losing my cool and it doesn't take much to tick me off. I've been working on that though, and I've been trying not to let those things bother me anymore.

Chewing on my bottom lip I nodded and looked at him. I slapped one hand on his shoulder and whispered. "I won't lose my cool, but thanks dad," 

I began to walk away before he caught my wrist tightly and squeezed. I turned around, now feeling more annoyed than I had been thirty seconds ago. He eyed me, once again with stern eyes and held eye contact fiercely. 

"I mean it Nate," He shook his head, tightening his grip on my wrist for emphasis. Although he was wearing black gloves like I was, his grip was hard enough to make the sensitive skin on my wrist turn red and irritated. "Don't be fucking stupid," He nodded his head at me and then let go of my wrist.