THE MOB: 10 BULLETS

SNEAK PEAK

"I'm not going there." Justin stated firmly-kicking his feet up on the coffee table. He sat across from his mother, father, and adjacent to his sister. He was currently at one of the dreaded "therapy meetings" that they attended every Sunday at 6pm.

"Sweetheart," His mother sighed, trying to reason with him. "It'll be good for you." Justin rolled his eyes, looking down at his watch to wonder when exactly he would be excused from this hell. "Especially since your current recreational agenda isn't so...great."

"Who are you to tell me what my 'agenda' is?" He hissed, contorting his eyebrows in mock confusion. His mother pressed a hand to her heart, startled at her son's tone.

"Your mother." Justin's father now barged in, trying to put him back in his place. "And we've already settled the move, and you're attending that meeting, you need help Justin, this gang thing isn't what you're supposed to be doing in the first place." He said firmly, not wanting to discuss the conversation further.

"And who's gonna make me go?" He murmured to himself, taking out his phone and flicking through the most recent app. He stopped at a picture of doeneseya sleeping on his phone. He smiled with sadness in his eyes.

"I would like to have your attention while I'm speaking," His father stated, causing Justin to look up for a moment.

"We would all like to have things." The sarcasm droned through his words, making his parents give up for the time being. Justin took their silence as a dismissal; now getting up and out of the arm chair to jog up the stairs. He walked down the hall and pushed the plain white door open, revealing his soon-to-be old room. Maybe they're right, maybe if I move on from the mob I would be able to forget her.

Justin swiftly discarded his shirt, throwing it lazily on the ground. His knees hit the back of his bed-his body now lying onto the comfortable duvet. A frustrated growl erupted from his lips, while his hand rubbed up and down his face. He had tried to get a quick cat nap in, before his phone started vibrating next to him.

"Ugh," He groaned-reaching over to grab the shaking object. Sliding across the screen, he put the phone next to his ear and dully answered.

"Hello." He said monotone, not really wanting to start a conversation.

"Man, you coming to the meeting?" Damian asked. Justin shifted his gaze to his alarm clock on the dresser, immediately sitting up once he noticed the time.

"Shit." He rasped, eagerly throwing his shirt back on and over his head. "I'll be there in 10, tell them to hold." He spoke into the phone, clicking 'end' before racing out the door.

The sequel to The Mob, if you haven't read it yet go read that first and then this one :) this is just a sneak peak as you know lol the first chapter will be posted August 9th can't wait to post it!