Wren

Part 1

( I have a general idea of the plot for this one, but things often change as I'm writing so I will not put trigger warnings, just know that this is mature. If you are under eighteen, please don't read.)

Killian was nervous, an emotion he rarely felt. He snuck glances out of the corners of his eyes, scanning every inch of the bustling casino. He kept his head down as he pushed his way through the crowd, stuffing his 'earnings' in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He told himself he just had to make it out the door, and then he'd never come back. He'd been here too many times, and it was getting dicey. He pushed his way out the front doors, only to feel a strong grip on his shoulder. 

"Are you Killian Solace?" The firm grip belonged to a muscular man in dark suit pants and a black dress shirt. He stood above Killian by almost a foot. Killian weighed his options. Had he been caught?

"Look man, I gotta get home." He laughed nervously, trying to subtly slide out of the man's grasp. "I don't know what you need, but I don't got time--" 

The man suddenly grabbed his arm and started dragging Killian into a narrow alley nearby. Caught like a rabbit. He struggled, knowing his fate as the man tossed him into the brick wall. "Where's the money?" The brute demanded.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about--" A punch to his jaw cut him off. The man repeated the question.

"Fine! Take it!" Killian had always been a coward. He fished the wad of cash from his suit and stuffed it into the man's hands. These people were extremely dangerous, and Killian cursed himself for ever having decided to cheat at their casino.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about," The man's voice was threateningly calm as he tucked the money away to give to Boss later. "You're deep in debt. You owe the boss 2 million."

Killian froze. He was caught. Confirmed. His heart thundered inside his chest as he thought of a way out of the situation. Maybe he could bribe the man to let him go? No. That wasn't going to work. These men were loyal to no end to their Boss. Compromise, then?

"Can I speak to your boss in person? I have a deal for him." Killian was practically begging.

The man was amused that this coward had the balls to ask to see Boss himself. He didn't release his grip on Killian's shoulders as he pondered the proposal. It might be fun to watch Boss break this one. "Okay, but you'll wish you hadn't." He made a phone call. 

A few moments later a black car screeched to the curb, and three more men in the same style clothes jumped out and rushed Killian. They were all of the same physique as the first man, and easily held him as he struggled. Shit.

"Take him to Boss," The first one instructed, the other three nodding as they tossed him roughly into the back seat, one man squeezing in on each side of him, and the other jumping into the passenger seat. An older man drove. The car peeled away from the curb and sped off.

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Killian was hauled from the car and escorted roughly through the mansion. They men held him tight, dragging him to the Boss's 'meeting room'. He was brought inside and the heavy wooden doors slammed behind them. He was marched a few feet into the room, then shoved to his knees in front of a platform. Three stairs up on a dais was a dark wooden desk, behind it sat the Boss.

Vincenzo Sabatino. A handsome 48 year old man with gray streaks in his glossy black hair. Dressed in a black suit with a red tie, and smoking a cigarette. He gazed down at Killian with a mix of disgust and amusement in his sharp brown eyes. "I hear you have a proposal for me? Please, do tell. I'm quite intrigued." His voice was warm, and hid the aggravation he felt toward the scumbag well.

"I--I'm deep in debt, as you know," Killian couldn't keep his voice from trembling. He was trapped in the lion's den, no escape in sight. If this plan didn't work, he was a dead man. How could he have thought this was a good idea? "But I don't have the money. So, I thought, Why don't you just take my kid instead?" A slimy grin worked it's way across his mouth, which he quickly suppressed. "That would be enough, right? And I'll never go in your casino ever again. You won't have to deal with me anymore, okay?"

Vincenzo could hear the desperation in Killian's voice, and felt disgusted by the man's absolute lack of care for what he was saying. Offering up your child because you're in debt? Vincenzo couldn't stand two things: Liars and lousy parents. He had a son of his own, and couldn't understand this bastard's audacity. He took a few minutes to consider. 

"I'll accept your deal. I have three conditions. One; You ever show your face in my casino again, and you're dead. You understand that?" He waited for Killian's frantic nods before he continued. "Two; once the transaction is made, you no longer have any contact with your kid, and you won't be able to take them back. Ever. They'll belong to me."

"Sounds good," Killian said. 

Vincenzo felt a wave of anger at Killian wash through him. This asshole really didn't give a shit about his kid? "Third. You'll be held under watch here until your child is brought to me and you sign a contract. Understand?"

Killian again nodded enthusiastically, only caring that he'd just saved his own skin. It didn't cross his mind that he'd just put his child into a horrible situation. He tried to contain his giddiness. He hated the good-for-nothing kid anyway. Reminded him too much of the wife that'd left him after giving birth to the worm.

Vincenzo was visibly disgusted. "Get this scumbag outta my room. Put him in a guest room on the second floor, under tight security. Get his address or the kid's whereabouts immediately. I want him outta my house as soon as possible." He waved his hand, and Killian was taken away.

             Part Two Coming Soon