The Mafia Boss's Son

Chapter one- Sam POV

I'm Samuel John Golbach. Son of Angelo Golbach, otherwise known to the world as MadDog.

Due to my father's reputation, and me being his son, I was deemed as heartless, soulless, even cold blooded. Police officers, military, hell even other gangs didn't dare oppose or clash against my dad.

I didn't mind. I continued to sit on the island counter scrolling through twitter on my phone, slowly kicking my feet. I had finished my buttered toast, a rather pathetic excuse for breakfast. But it worked nonetheless.

My so called peaceful morning was interrupted, by loud muffled screaming. I looked up from my phone, seeing a person who looked only a hair taller than me being dragged between two men.

They were thrashing around, trying to plant their feet, trying to go dead weight.

I raised my eyebrow pushing off the counter unable to stop the words coming from my mouth.

"Who's the new toy?" I ask, the two men stopping, the male whose arms being held trying to drop himself to the floor, muffled screaming being ripped from his throat.

"Oh. It's that chief of Police's' kid. Your dad wanted him for a reason he wouldn't tell us." One answered.

"So it was a success in grabbing him." I heard my dad say, humor and a sadistic tone behind his voice. That was until he turned his head, his eyes locking with mine.

"Oh. Hello Sam." He said his tone instantly going soft.

I looked at my dad before responding to him.

"Hey dad." I say before looking back at the slowly exhausted growing male.

"What's the toy for?" I nod my head towards the male.

"Ah. Don't worry about him kiddo. Speaking of, how's your new room?" My dad changed the subject causing an eyebrow raise from me.

"I like it. It's comfortable, but what about him?" I point to the male who keeps letting out muffled sounds. At this point he had completely slunked his body down on the floor, huffing from his nose. My dad only sighed at the question.

"I was going to have him transported to one of the warehouses. He's a...pawn to me in this plan I've devised out." He paused before quickly adding

"But you don't need to worry about that." I look at the boy, whose upper arms were being held, keeping him in place. And judging from the slight tugging, they were bound behind him.

"Could he stay in my room?" I suddenly ask, causing my dad to lift an eyebrow.

"It could save you time and money. Besides. This place is more heavily guarded than your warehouses." I added. My dad thought for a moment before sighing.

"Very well. He's to stay tied up. However." My dad finally said. He gave a nod to the two people who dragged the male to my room.

I watched them, until feeling a hand in my shoulder as I look over at my dad.

"If he does anything. And I mean anything. Notify me, Corey, or Brennen." I nod getting a hug from my dad. Corey and Brennen were basically uncles or brothers to me. They were extremely close with my dad, and well. Me. I started making my way to my room, the two males leaving.

I poke my head in my room, seeing the male in the corner, squirming around, his ankles, and knees now tied up as well. The bag was still over his head, him trying to shake it off letting out huffing sounds.

I made my way inside my room, closing the door behind me, making my way to the squirming boy.

Hearing his slightly irritated muffled sounds, watching him stomp his feet, trying so hard to free himself with his bound hands.