Forced Into Love (Mike x Vincent)

Part Thirty Nine//CoMpLiCaTiOnS//

Mikes P.O.V
"Vinny..." I turn to him. "You just lied...What if they find out?"
"I...I didn't wanna be taken away from you." Is all he says.
"God I just hope they don't figure out you're lying." I say quickly then glance down at my watch.
3:04 pm
"Dammit!" I say loudly.
"What's the matter?" He asks.
"I...Have to be somewhere!" I grab my jacket.
"What? But..." He looks at me sadly.
"You wanna come?" I ask.
"Sure." He shrugs as we walk out the door.

-----Time skip-----

We pull up to a large house at around 5pm.
"Mike what are we doing?" Vincent asks me.
"I need to pick up something." I say and get out of the car, grabbing my gun from the compartment in the passenger seat. Vinny gets out of the car as well anxiously.
"What are you doing with that?!" He whispers.
"Stay in the car." I demand.
"Please don't kill anyone." He pleads.
"Just stay in the car."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No. I'm coming in..."
"Fine just stay behind me the entire time you understand me?" I ask assertively. He nods hesitantly.
We walk up to the house and I knock on the door roughly. My old friend Raymond opens it quickly. 
"Do you have...my money?" I growl. Backing him into the house. Vincent follows close behind me.
"No I don't you dipshit. What are you gonna do about it?" He chuckles.
"Listen to me. Don't make this hard. Just give me the money." I growl again.
"Mike please calm down." Vincent pulls on my sleeve
"Don't get involved." I hiss.
"Is that your boyfriend or your son?" Raymond chuckles.
"Cut your shit and give me my money!" I yell.
"Quit saying that or I swear I'll make you sorry." He walks towards me. "I told you I don't have it!"
"You know dam well you have it!" I scream. "Give me it before I kill you and take it myself!"
Raymond grabs Vincent and holds him by the back of his neck. 
"Tell me to give you your money one more time and this kid dies!" He yells back. That escalated quickly...
"Hurt him...You die..." I pull out my gun. Before I even could think Raymond hits Vincent right in the side of the head with his fist and while Vince is on th ground Raymond pulls out a gun and points it at him. Just as his gun loads, I pull the trigger of mine. I watch as a bullet impels Raymond right in the forehead.