In Love With The Mafia's Son

Chapter Two: Escape

Mitch tried not to let Scott's attractiveness affect his judgement. After all, he just met this man three hours ago. Mitch sat down in the couch of the mansion's living room. He glanced at the pile of bags sitting at his feet. Scott had been nice enough to help him pack up his things. Mitch let his mind drift farther as he abruptly remembered an aged memory.

Carissa approached Mitch slowly, who was keeping himself occupied with the Avengers' figurines in his chubby hands. She placed a hand on his small shoulder.
"Mitch? time for dinner sweetie." She softly said. He quietly obliged and held Carissa's hand as they walked down the hall to the dining table in the kitchen.

"Cass?" Mitch said, making Carissa smile brightly at the nickname.
"Yes, sweetheart?" She kneeled down in front of Mitch to hear him clearer. "Who's that?" He asked. Carissa followed his gaze and saw a blonde boy, maybe a bit older than Mitch, standing in the doorway of the dining room used for meetings. Carissa hushed and ushered Mitch away, and continued to lead him into-

BANG

A loud noise interrupted him from his flashback. Mitch flinched and shifted his eyes around the room. He could hear loud voices shouting and the sound of guns being fired. His breath picked up. Andrenaline filled his bloodstream. His heart was impossibly beating harder. What's going on?, he frantically thought. Before he could process what just happened, he heard a voice call out his name.

"MITCH!"

Mitch looked to the right and saw Scott standing over him.

"Get up! We have to leave right now!" Scott pulled Mitch's arm up rather harshly and grabbed Mitch's bags in one arm.

"WHAT ABOUT MY FATHER?" Mitch shouted at Scott. "There's no time! We are under attack, you have to leave right now!".

No. Mitch thought, I won't leave without my dad. Mitch forcefully pulls himself out of Scott's firm grip and before he could run, Scott held his arm again, even tighter. He ran to the main entrance of the mansion whilst gripping Mitch's arm. Men in black were roaming with guns. Scott held his gun tightly and deliberately shot countless bullets at the men.

Mitch squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of guns firing. His ears were pierced with pain from the high pitched ringing that floats in his head. Before he knew it, he was outside, where several sleek black vans were parked.

Scott went over to one of them, slid the door open and pushed Mitch and his bags inside. By now, Mitch was hyperventilating. He couldn't hear anything because of the pain in his ears. Cold sweat drips from his forehead. His childhood home is under attack by men with guns and his father was nowhere to be seen. And now, he is in the back of a van filled with weapons and man he barely knew. He wanted to cry so badly.

Scott slid into the driver's seat and kicked under steering wheel with full force, revealing a set of wires. He bent down and connected the blue and red wires. The van started, and just as Scott was about to hit the gas pedal, a man in black slid the door open, causing Mitch to scream and scrambled away. The man held a gloved hand on Mitch's ankle firmly. Mitch grabbed one of his duffel bags instinctively and proceeded to hit the man's gruff face with it. Scott grabbed his gun and shot the man, causing the man to fall backwards into the hard gravel. He then hit the gas pedal and speeded out of the Grassi's area.

"Close the door." Scott ordered. Mitch reached his arm out and slid the door closed. He sat back against the hard interior of the van, panting. Water dropped from his chin to his forearms. Mitch hadn't realize the streams of tears he had been crying through their struggle to escape. He just witnessed a murder. He isn't new to this. He knew that his father's job mostly consisted of killing people, but, he had never been so up close with one.

"You just killed someone." Mitch stated, his eyes emotionless as he stared at his lap.

"I had too. He was about to kill you." Scott flatly said. Mitch was slightly surprised, to say the least. Less than 3 hours ago, Scott seemed so nice and warm, but now, he probably switched to his 'protective mode'.

"What about my dad?" Mitch asked again. Scott decided to ignore that question. Instead, he held the steering wheel tighter. Dad is fine, Mitch. He knows how to protect himself. He is a Mafia for god sakes. Mitch thought, trying to reassure himself.

"Where are we going?" Mitch asked, hoping Scott would answer him.

"A safe house. It's in New York." Scott said. Mitch is starting to not like how Scott speaks. So short and disheartening.

"New York? But we're all the way in Arlington-"

"We are driving there. Well, I am." Scott glanced at the rearview mirror, "Don't worry, we'll get there in less than 24 hours."

A few moment of silence passes by.

"Scott?" Mitch timidly asked. He was afraid that he was aggravating Scott.

"Yes?"

"Aren't you scared?" Mitch asked. Scott thought about it for a while. When you're enrolled in a military school, being 'fearless' is one of the qualifications to graduate. So, no. He isn't afraid.

"No." Scott simply answered. Mitch furrowed his eyebrows and jumped to the conclusion that Scott doesn't want to be bothered, so he closed his mouth and stayed silent.

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