The Mafia Boy

Chapter 22 (Wednesday Part III)

Kaiden's POV:
"They're what?" Anthony whispered in a harsh tone.

"They're planning an attack on us," I repeated in a whisper, "Real soon."

"And you're sure?" Anthony asked.

We kept our voices low in order to keep attention away from us.

"I overheard them when I went over to their safe house when I was with Stephanie," I informed Anthony.

"Well what do we do?" Anthony took a seat on the floor next to me.

"I'm not completely sure, but I think they're moving their gang to New York."

"Why New York?" Anthony leaned against the wall.

"They took down some gang leader over there. They plan to take over," I told him.

"Are they attacking from here or New York?"

"I'm not sure."

"Anthony," Francis called from his office.

"What?" Anthony growled.

"Come here."

Anthony got up angrily and walked into the office. I got up off the floor and headed to the bar. I went behind the counter and grabbed a beer for myself. The usual guy wasn't here today for some reason.

"Kaiden," Anthony called me over, "You're wanted in the 'boss's' office."

I walked into the office with the cold beer in my hand.

"What did I tell you about drinking? You're not 21 now are you Kaiden?" Francis growled at me.

"I don't care."

"You little shit, you're getting on my last nerve," Francis huffed, "Don't make me fucking beat you again."

When Francis lost control of anyone or anything, his go-to idea was violence. He did whatever he could to hurt you until you were practically bowing down to him.

He's beaten me numerous times. The first time was when I was 6 for shouting back at him. He beat me senseless with a tire iron and locked me in some room in the safe house for two days. I became afraid of him. 'How could a father beat his own son' I would repetitively ask myself during those two days.

He beat the shit out of me again when I was 13 for trying to leave the gang. He felt humiliated that his own son tried to go against his own and just leave the gang. Francis beat me with an item I still can't identify to this day. It happened in the back alley of the safe house. He left me there bleeding. There's not much I remember of that beating.

Francis hit me again a couple of months after that when I ran away. I had no other option than to flee. Somehow, he found me. He brought me back to the safe house and 'took care of business'. This time, I was unconscious for a number of days. The doctor in the safe house watched over me behind Francis's back.

Francis did the same to Anthony a couple of times, but I was never fully aware of what had happened. Like I said, Francis didn't care who you were, if he could hit you, he would.

"What do you need," I restrained myself.

"I need you to tell me whatever the hell you were telling Anthony over there just a second ago," Francis leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms.

He furrowed his thick eyebrows as he watched my every move. I stayed silent for a moment, emotionless.

"They're planning an attack soon," I finally admitted.