Son of the Mob

Prologue

"Zayn! Meh boy! Daddy wants you to meet some of his friends." My father yelled for inside the kitchen. I sat up from playing with my firetrucks, and exiting the room to follow the loud manly chuckles coming from the kitchen. 

As I stepped off the last stair, my nose was invaded by the smell of liquor and thick cigar smoke. I made my way over to the cloud of smoke- almost like a shield-covering my father and seven men I've never seen before. I coughed heavily while walking over to my father, who picked my up to sit one his left knee. 

I noticed my father gesture to my mother to open a window and let the smoke out. She was making her famous mac n' cheese casserole that my father loves. We practically have it every night for dessert. But I couldn't help but the notice how her blue apron makes her brown eyes pop, which makes her blonde hair lighter. She turned from the window, giving a winking in my direction. 

My attention was jolted back to my father when he began violently shake his leg, causing me to bounce high up and down. I laughed as he tickled my sides and kissed my head. I had a big smile on my face until my father started to introduce his friends. 

"Zayn, this is your Uncle Big Nose" My father pointed to the first man sitting on the couch sitting closest to us. My smile soon faded as the sight of his face set in. His name explained exactly how he looked! He had and oval shaped head, with a a huge nose. He had little stitches on the right side of his nose near a scar. 

"Zayn, Uncle four Fingers-lost four fingers. Uncle One Ear-missing part of left ear. Uncle DD- drug dealer also the one smoking... a lot. Uncle Eye Patch- right eye patch only covering half a scar that reaches all the way across his face. Uncle Fibs- I was told he lied like a pro. And finally Uncle Phil who was man father's right hand man and the only man I recognized.

MY father finished introducing them to me and started watching the baseball game on the tv. I could only focus on the six men in front of me, trying to take them all in. Trying to understand that men who look so different from each other, from the father, that they could be my uncles. 

My eyes finally landed on Uncle Phil who winked at me and pointed his index finger at me in gestured me to come to him. I slowly walked in front of all the men, feeling their eyes on me for a slight time before reaching my true uncle. 

"Hey buddy!" He exclaimed and held his arms out and engulfing me in a hug. "I heard you're seven today!' He said and handed me a birthday card and ruffled my hair. I looked down at the card and saw 'Zayn' in big, bold, sloppy letters. Next to my name was a sign that I'd only seen before when my father brought his work home...