The Mafia Boss's Lover(BoyXBoy) book 1 of the dangerous family series

chapter 5

I rolled over a groaning, the sore feeling in my ass reminded me of last nights events .I squinted in pain as I glared over at William, he was still sleep. This was the perfect opportunity to leave, just because the sex was great ...ok better than anything I've ever experienced. I still had mixed feelings about it and I definitely didn't belong to anyone.

"If you want to survive this world you have to keep your eyes open and seek out the real truth, if you don't,  then you'll never know when you'll fall into the darkness again".

Those were his words, and you know what, he's right.

I guess Chase was in a meeting, so I crept into the office not wanting to disturb them.

"Get rid of the police they're a bother," he ordered me.

but...

"The information transaction was ruined by the traps that Tate setup."

"More importantly,  we would have had to relocate."

" Riley doesn't know anything... trust me, I'll take the fall if things get bad."

"It was a good idea to use the boy," I heard one of them say. What Chase was using me I can't believe this. I slowly back away knowing it was a good idea to leave, but I accidentally knocked over a vase.

Dammit.

"Who's there?," chase said.

"Chase sorry about that, you know I'm a real klutz," I said, peeking out from behind the Corner

"Riley what are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Um...well you were missing for three days."

"I  was worried."

"Did you get kidnapped by William."

"Chase I trust you, so I know that there's a good reason you're doing this right."

"I won't tell anyone okay?"

"You've been there for me since I was a child," I said giving him a sad smile.

Chase reached behind him and pulled out his gun. He won't do it.... I know he won't.  Just like that a gun went off . I was shoved out of the way.  I looked up to see William standing in front of me and Chase was clutching his chest.

"You bastard ...You're  worst than scum . You would do this to your own family!  ," he spat not taking his eyes off Chase. 

I watched as chase took his last breath. I couldn't help but feel stupid. How could I not know  what was happening? I feel like I drove him into the ground. After mom disappeared he had to take care of me all by himself  at a young age.  Was this somehow my fault? I  just stared at the one picture of us he had on his desk we looked so happy and yet .... I was beginning to go completely numb, that is until   he began to open up his mouth.

"I don't know if he was going to shoot or not but... I can see how hard this is on you," William said.  There's nothing I can do to make better but...

"I can't  believe you right now , you have no  right to say that," I spat.

All my anger, frustration  and hurt began  to boil inside me bound to explode in second now.

" Your one to talk, you use people every day." 

" Do you expect me to say thank you or something because I rather drink bleach," I said seething.  I didn't realize  that I was crying until he walked away, unfazed by what I said.

I will never forgive a bastard like him. Why him, of all people in this hole damn building he was the one to save me. I didn't want to see his face. Chase was the only family I had and he took him from me. Even if he did try to kill me just now I still didn't was him dead. Its funny family means to share ones hardships yet he kept me in the dark about everything. He must have thought of me as a clueless idiot and the sad part is he was right to think that. I'm the worst.

I was barely holding myself together as I walked home, I probably looked like I had a severe allegoric reaction to something. My eyes where without doubt puffy and my cheeks glissening with tears that stained my shirt, over all I was a mess in every sense of the word .

As I closed the door to my apartment I slung off my shoes and coat dropped everything at the door before clamoring around in the kitchen . I let out a heavy sigh as I began pouring myself a double shot of whisky. I gulped it down with ease and dragged my tired body onto my bed and curling into a ball. Why did this shit always happen to me, what had I done to deserved this never ending cycle of suffering. The pit in my stomach me  that things only about to get worse And there was probably nothing I could do about it .