Not just a teacher (18+)

Chapter 9

"What does he fucking want kid?!" Dante said while squeezing his hand tightly in a fist.

"Can we please talk inside sir, it's not safe speaking about it outside."

Dante poked his head outside of his door, scooping the area to see why Emiliano said that. "Why do you wanna come inside, hm?"

"Please sir, trust me on this."

Ugh.

Shortly enough Dante let the boy in, although Dante was very skeptical about the whole situation.

He led the way to his living room, and pointed to the empty couch so his guest could sit on it. "So, what is this "very important" matter we have to speak about inside my home." Dante said while making the air quotations with his hands.

The kid looked very nervous, he kept playing with his fingers as a way to calm his nerves down. Once he got the confidence to talk, he said "As I said before, my father wants me to propose a deal to you."

He paused, trying to catch the confidence again. "We, uh, I mean he needs you to kill somebody very close to us."

Dante gave Emiliano a strict look, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed together against his chest. "What's in it for me?"

"My father said if you do this last mission for him, he can provide you more protection for your club and for your secret profession on the side." He whispered the last part.

"Hey! How do you know about that!"

"Uh, I don't know the profession, trust me. My father promised to keep that secret between you and him. He only told me to tell you what he'd do in return if you proceed with the mission."

Dante releases a sigh of relief, "Who is it that your father needs me to kill."

"His name is Nate Samuels, he's roughly 20 years old."

Nate? The name sounds familiar.

"Why do you need him dead?" Dante questioned.

Emiliano adjusted himself, he was clearly bothered by the question. "Well, my dad has grown a hatred against him. He was close to my family, but ever since a disagreement between him and my father, he can't seem to trust him anymore. But, that's all I can say."

"Enough said. I will do it. I need all the protection I can get."

The two shook hands to seal the deal and Emiliano was on his way.

Right as Dante heard the door slam shut, he immediately started contemplating the whole deal. "Fuck" Dante mumbled under his breath.

Since I'm now forced to go through with this deal, I should decide on a plan. I cannot fuck this up.

Based off the situation, Dante decides to do some research on Nate. He grabs his laptop that sits right on the coffee table in the middle of the living room and opens it up.

I assume this guy probably has social media. Dante logs into his Instagram and search's up any accounts under the name of Nate Samuels.

Oh! Here's one. He looks about 20.

Dante clicks on the account based off the profile picture. There are 10 posts of the guy, the jock type. Beige skin, brown fluffy hair, and muscular.

"This guy seems like such a douche." Dante grimaced.

Still checking out the page, Dante notices the background of his recent picture. Hold on, isn't this the school where I teach?!?

He quickly goes to the top of his page and notices his bio says NYU.