Greaser ☾Ethan Dolan

Fourteen ☾

I gulped looking into the familiar hazel green eyes.

"Olivia.. now, I'm very surprised to see you here." He said putting his elbows on his desk. I jumped lightly feeling something running down my head. I touched the spot instantly wincing from the pain and pulling my hand back to see blood coated on my fingers.

"ottenere il primo soccorso e i miei figli." Mr.Dolan snapped at the man who was securely guarding the door. He nodded with no emotion and stealthily exited the room.
(Translation> get first aid and my sons)

I couldn't speak. Every time I tried.. nothing came out. It feels like I physically can't talk due to shock.

"Now. Olivia, I need you to listen carefully. I understand you may be in shock, but I need you to understand and process what I'm about to tell you." He said in a low intimidating yet soft tone.

I nodded hesitantly.

"I Sean Dolan, am the boss of the Italian mafia.. I run the show. I know you are confused. My sons are not..what do you call them.. greasers? Yes. That is just a cover up. Olivia listen closely. If you are to utter a word about this to anyone other then who I say is allowed.. I will have no hesitation in killing you." He said the last part bluntly making a tear slide down my face.

Just then the door opened and I didn't dare to look up from my lap as I watched more tears slide down my cheeks, and fall on my skirt.

"You wanted to see us dad." Graysons voice rang through my right ear. I sniffled and kept my head down.

"Yes. Olivia, look up sweetheart." Mr.Dolan said. I gulped and slowly looked up and to my right seeing the twins dressed in thousand dollar suits. They looked like completely different people. They looked like socs..

"cosa diavolo sta facendo qui? perché stai sanguinando?" Ethan said coldly at his father then squatted next to the chair examining my forehead.
(Translation> What the hell is she doing here? Why are you bleeding?)

He went to touch my face but I flinched away and more tears cascaded down my cheeks. He must have noticed due to his eyes softening and whole face dropping at the sight of me being afraid of him.

"I would never hurt you neonata." He said looking deeply into my eyes. I looked away from him and up at Grayson who's hair was gelled perfectly, and was smiling sympathetically at me.
(Translation> babygirl)

"Olivia. You must not speak a word. Not a word little girl. I want you to go home, get your brothers, and come straight back." He said harshly making goosebumps arrive on my arms, and my body begin to shake.

"Dad. I told you not to involve her." Ethan snapped making Sean's eyes go dark. "It's this or she dies." He said bluntly. Ethan shook his head in disbelief and scoffed at his father.

Then a man walked in; the one who took me and I was met with his icy blues eyes that held coldness on the inside, sending chills down my spine.

"Take her home, and straight back as long as her brothers." Mr.Dolan said rudely. He did a simple nod keeping a straight face.

I finally built up the courage to speak.

"Um.. i miei fratelli sono fuori città." I said quietly.
(Translation> my brothers are out of town)

"Ahh.. Italian. Perfect. You will tell them and come when they get back, I don't care what the time may be. Straight here." He said warningly.

I nodded looking down biting my lip.

I felt a hand wrap around my wrist roughly pulling me making me almost fall from stumbling over the chair. "Come on puttana." The man snapped yanking my arm. I was ripped away into the arms of Grayson as Ethan told him to turn me around in Italian. Grayson pulled me into his chest, putting his hand safely on the back of my head. I heard punches and grunts making me wince.
(Translation> whore)