MARRIED TO THE MOB BOSS

Chapter 2

Oliver's pov

After agreeing to stay with Andrios I was a bit skeptical about it at first but after a week I realized this man had no bad intentions what so ever. He bought me new clothes, shoes, books, a bag and a new phone and laptop.He even bought me a comfortable mattress. They aren't expensive luxurious brands but they worked and I appreciated his effort.

It was currently Saturday and I was starting school on Monday. Yes he got me into a new school because I didn't want to go back to my old school where my sister and parents would be an arms reach away. I despised them and want absolutely nothing to do with them.

To keep myself busy today I decided to go help at Andrios's restaurant. He owned a Mexican restaurant that sold amazing food. "come on Oliver Atleast take a little break "said Andrios as I came back from serving a table. "no I literally just took one 40 minute's ago " I said rolling my eyes. "if you roll your eyes one more time at me I will smack you across the face " he said holding back a smile. I laughed at him before getting back to work.

Andrios treats me like he's son. He doesn't care that I'm gay and I liked that about him. I also learned that he had a wife who was the lady in the pictures. She died a few months ago from breast cancer. He said he thinks about her all the time and that she would have loved me very much. He also said that they don't have have kids togather because she couldn't have any and even with that he stayed with her and loved her.

7 years later

It's been 7 years now and I've never been happier than I am right now. I am officially 22 turning 23 in a few weeks. I got a culinary degree and I have a job as a chef in a nice restaurant. I live in a nice small apartment and make enough just to get by. Today I wanted to go see my dad... Yes dad and if you are wondering who that might be well it's Andrios.

After staying with him for years and him treating me like he's son it was only right for me to start referring to him as dad. I pulled up to the house only to see about 3 black range rovers parked there. I immediately got worried and quickly went to out of the car and made my way to the house. I opened the door and walked to where the were sounds of talking aka the living room.

"dad" I said as I walked towards the living room. The chating stopped and there was silence. I walked into the living room only to see men in black suits sitting on the couches. "dad what's going on " I asked warily as I was confused. "oli can you excuse us for a few " asked my dad. I could see that he was scared so I told him no.

"oli please I don't want you involved in this "he said pleadingly. I was about to react when a man sitting on the singular couch spoke in a voice so deep and sexy it sounded unreal. "Oliver I suggest you listen to your father and leave " he said. "no and it's oli "I said sternly. "why not "asked the man calmly. "because I don't know who you people are and you look like you might hurt my dad "I said.

"come on Oliver you don't want to get on my wrong side beautiful " he said with the same calm expression. I blushed when he called me beautiful but quickly recovered and then cleared my throat. "and you don't want to get on mine so I suggest you and your friends leave " I said. "well you see my friends and I would be happy to leave but your father here owes us alot of money ".

"wait what " I asked confused. "Oliver I-I needed it for my wife's cancer treatment... "said dad as he tried explaining himself. "I don't care what you needed it for dad you could have told me... Now we have gangsters sitting in our house ready to probably chop of your fingers " I said angrily. The men in suits chuckled at the last part before going silent after I looked around menacingly.

I was angry because I love my dad and I don't want him getting hurt ever. "I know oli I just didn't want you to worry ". "how much is it " I asked bracing my self for a huge amount. But the amount my dad told me was one way way way bigger then what I had anticipated. "500 000 dollars "said dad. Then I went quiet... So quiet you would swear my ability to speak was stripped away from me.