Salvation [M/M]

02 - Chapter Two - Ambrose Grayson's Point Of View.

Crossing my arms and looking at my boss, I thought he was actually joking, but that wasn't the case here.

"Ambrose I'm being serious, until the Mafia is done fighting with the new gangs in our area, Mia and you will work out of the next town over. This is the safest thing to do."

"What about the others? Are they not being—--"

"Their fathers aren't the chief of police. You know you're a special case, Ambrose."

"This is utter bullshit. I can't just pick up all my shit and move it to the next town over!" I yelled in frustration.

"Yes, you can, and you will if you intend to keep your job. You will start there next Friday. That gives you ten days to find accommodations in the area. Mia has already agreed and is looking for a place. Reach out to her and maybe she can help you."

Biting back the words on my tongue, I left the bay. Yes, I would get a relocation bonus, but this was still bullshit. I served my two weeks off for this? I slammed my car door as I got back in, heading towards dad's. This was all his fault, and I was going to let him know that.

Pulling into the driveway, his car was there, but so was Maddox's. Based on the time, they were having a dinner meeting here. The neighbours were unaware of how close the mafia boss was to them. This was a private, normal looking car. He always showed up in this one when he came here, otherwise it was flashy sports cars and SUVs. I let myself in, like I still lived here. I barely registered the gun pointed at me. This was one of the five underbosses. I didn't know him well, but he knew me.

"Sorry, did not know you were going to be showing up." He said, tucking away his weapon.

"Neither did I." I grumbled, not bothering to take my shoes off when he let me pass.

Maddox and my dad were speaking about safety measures and I cleared my throat before pulling out a chair. I waited until Maddox finished speaking before I interrupted. I was mad, not stupid.

"You and I need to have some words. For you to go over my head and make choices for me is bullshit. I have grown up here, and worked here for a long ass time. You just don't get to do this shit." I snapped, looking at my father, making it clear it was him I was annoyed with.

"They suggested it to me, and I happened to say it was a good idea. Simmer down, Ambrose."

"Simmer down.. You did not actually just say that to me?" I said, looking at him, almost dumbfounded. I chuckled before looking at Maddox.

"Excuse my actions." I muttered, before picking up the centrepiece on the table, setting the flowers on the top, and tossing the water in it at my father.

"Ambrose!" He yelled, pissed off that I drenched him.

"What? Don't like it when someone takes your choice away, huh? Kind of like I just took away your choice of being dry."

"This is my house—--"

"This is my mother's house, actually." I muttered, setting the vase back down and putting the flowers back in it, and reaching across the table to take the glass of water my father was drinking and refilling the vase.

I looked back to Maddox and then back to my father.

"Have a splendid dinner. Bye."

"Ambrose, we are not done here." My father said, standing up.

"Oh, we are. I have ten fucking days to find a new place to live in the next city over, since I have to work there now, since someone like to piss around in my affairs."