𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛

14

Isaiah

-SEPTEMBER-

I sat back finishing the sketch id been working on for the past 2 weeks.

Finally starting to see some sort of resemblance of where I've seen these eyes from.

Of course it had to be hers. My ditzy princess. The eyes I drew stared deeply back into mine.

I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind lately. Especially after seeing her and Evan walking home together. It didn't sit right with me but I just tried to ignore the feeling. Most of all I've been ignoring her.

I couldn't really understand why I was avoiding her. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't upset, but deep down I knew the real reason I avoided her.

I threw the note pad down, swiping my face as I processed her in my head.

She was so annoying and her attitude was horrible, but I couldn't lie to myself and say I didn't like her smart mouth and stupid comebacks when we argued.

I liked her and a lot it seemed. She got under my skin but she also made me forget the world that I lived in.

My phone pinged with a message from my uncle saying Mateo was ready to meet.

I sent a quick text back saying that I was on my way before I grabbed the duffel bag full of money.

I don't know how he did it but Jaxson was able to pull the funds out his ass, which had thankfully saved mine.

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I stood facing Mateo as sweat slightly dripped down my back. He was eying me hard. Looking for any slip into my mind to throw me off and have a reason to shoot me.

His men stood around us, waiting for the chance to pull the trigger to the guns they held in their hands.

My uncle stood there unfazed. I couldn't tell what he was thinking but none of this seemed to bother him. The life he and my dad were accustomed to helped thicken his skin.

"So." He started.

"You got my money?" He asked me. I nodded grabbing the duffle bag at my side before placing it on the only table that was in the warehouse.

He nodded for one of his men to check the bag and count the money.

Mateo clapped his hands before pacing back and forth slowly.

"I don't like fuck ups boys. I got a ton of people to feed and when fuckers like you mess around with my money, it slows everything down."

"This is about the third time something has gone wrong with your shipment. I'm honestly starting to think you guys are fucking with me."

"All here boss." His goon called out, only to be ignored.

"Do I have to start looking at you funny? Huh?"

He got into my face. A scowl present.

"Do I?" He yelled. I blinked slow. Feeling myself detach from this situation. My uncle went to speak but Mateo's raised hand silenced him.

"I'm talking to your nephew."

They both looked to me, waiting for me to say anything.

Inhaling, Detaching, detaching, drifting away from here, I opened my mouth and spoke with a low tone.

A gray one.

"No. You don't. Everything will be handled."

Mateo smirked at me. A low laugh fell from his lips as he pat me on the back.

"I like this kid. He's got that look in his eyes boys." He said aloud before facing my uncle, walking up to him and getting real close to his ear.

"Be careful with this one. He's one crack away from being dangerous."

"LETS GO BOYS." Mateo commanded. He men packing up and following swiftly behind him.

I stood there, watching them all leave and even after they were all gone, I still stood there. Thinking about what he said.

Dangerous...

No, that's not me. My father is dangerous. I'm just a kid trying to stay out of danger, but my heart always feels heavy the deeper I go down this path.