In Love With My English Professor (SLOW UPDATES)

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Andrews Pov

It was around 11:30 at night when my phone went off, the notification sound indicating that someone had sent or replied to an email. I had hoped it would've been Kayla because I needed to get my plan in motion.

I wasn't in any position to check my phone seeing as how I was too busy being an enforcer for my father tonight once again someone didn't pay their debt and for that, they would have to pay with their life.

I found the lifestyle that I lived annoying sometimes and it was one of the reasons I became a professor I didn't nor do I currently care to take over this empire. Especially when I'm not even the oldest.

But unfortunately, I could understand why my father insisted on it being me.

As much as I loved my older brother Daniel he just wasn't fit to take on this position, although he tried to be. I guess the difference between me and him is that he seemed to inherit more of our mother's soft, calm, level-headed nature. Whereas I was in all its entirety my father's son.

Cold, ruthless, hot-headed, and fearless.

Those were the words almost everyone used to describe me, Andrei Nardiello's youngest son.

"Are we supposed to kill him tonight?" Luciano asked from the passenger seat beside me breaking me out of my train of thought and I shrugged.

"If we do, oh well it's not like father is going to be upset" I replied simply with a bored tone.

I was annoyed, to say the least, my father practically has a military and a whole section of it was dedicated to enforcers so I never understood why the fuck he always sent me to do the dirty work. They would be scared no matter who he sent their way.

Luciano let out an amused chuckle beside me, he knew I hated doing this and he also knew that I didn't want anything to do with this lifestyle I never did...but then again when you're an heir of an Italian Mafia King you don't necessarily have much of a choice.

Even if his sole focus wasn't based on me taking his spot he would've had another position for me somewhere else.

Pulling up to the two-story family house I noticed that the lights were still on, how odd considering it was nearing midnight soon.

I immediately frowned because it was suspicious. Lucianos face mirrored my own.

Arthur Wells was a married man with two younger children around the age of five and eight.

He borrowed money from my dad to start his restaurant and as a form of payment, he was supposed to give my father ten percent of his monthly earnings.

A while ago he stopped paying even though his business has been thriving so here we are.

Stepping out of the car with Luciano I carefully tucked my gun in the back of my jeans, placed my t-shirt over it, and made my way around my car to where he was already waiting for me.

"I don't think this is a good idea," he told me and I just looked at the house.

Truth be told I didn't think it was a good idea either but we had a job to do.

"We'll just go and ask him some questions, if shit gets out of hand then we do what we always do" I replied while looking away from the house and over to him.

A simple nod was all I got from him before we made our way to the front door of the house.

Luciano stepped in front of me and knocked on the door three times before stepping back and placing his hand behind his back and on his gun in case anything was to happen. Following suit I patiently waited for Arthur to come and open the door.