The Mafia's Son (A Novel)

The Plan

Nicholas' POV

It's the middle of the night as I sighed with boredom and stretched across my bed. I actually wanted to go outside, but apparently, that was on my father's no list. Ever since I was a kid, I always wondered why I didn't have freedom like other kids. According to my dad, I wasn't "other kids". I always used to ask him why I wasn't, but he would either dodge the question or not answer at all. My little kid mind eventually got used to the fact that I would never be able to get an answer out of him, but I still asked anyway. It's been 14 years and I'm now 17 years old, most kids, or teens, would be in high school by now. For once in my life, I want to do something a normal kid does. I want to make friends, go to parties, actually do something for once in my life. I noticed that I was a bit angry, so I decided to try to take my mind off of this and calm down. 

"Maybe looking around would help,"  I thought. I started to take in all the details of my room as if I hadn't 20 times before. The walls looked pale and devoid of color, and the carpet wasn't as great either. I was sitting on a stained lumpy mattress being supported only by a creaky and rickety metal frame. Across from my bed was the small dresser where I kept my clothes.  All of this was completed by a small window right next to my bed. In short, there wasn't much to look at in my bedroom. I was getting tired of the view so I got up and decided to change out of my night clothes. I slipped into some jeans, a grey shirt, and a red sweater. I put on my shoes and walked out the door. 

The house that I lived in was abandoned and old so my dad thought this was the perfect place to stay. The house even had a basement, how convenient. I walked through a small hallway, as I walked past I saw that there was the door that leads to the bathroom. I kinda needed to go, but I kept walking anyway.  I walked into the living room to see Pedros, Cane, and Manny sitting around the living room table playing poker. There were glass beers, newspapers, and poker chips all over it. 

"Hey Pedros, have you seen my dad?" I ask him. Pedros looks up from the game and shrugged his shoulders. I looked at the other two and got the same answer. I didn't really know what answer I was expecting. My dad normally kept to himself, probably planning out the next heist or break in. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch across from them and watched them play. I happened to see that Cane had an ace, a queen of hearts, and a jack of spades in his hands and tapped my fingers on my thigh, so quietly that nobody noticed, except Pedros. Pedros and I had a brotherly bond, even though he was at least 20 years older than me. Every poker game, I would try to see everybody else's cards and then would tap out the number of important cards. Pedros would see me secretly tap out the number and he would know if he could play against them or not. After I tapped out the cards Cane had, Pedros smirked.

"What's with the smirk bitch?" Cane asked, looked at Pedros.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Pedros said, secretly winking at me. Cane gruffed and mumbled something and put some chips in the middle. Manny sighed and folded. Pedros put in all the chips he had, which was surprisingly a lot. Pedros and Cane eyed each other viciously. 

"Cards down," I said. Cane laid his card out for everyone to see and Pedros put down his. Cane gawked at Pedros' cards, knowing he lost. Pedros laughed heartily and took all the chips. I heard footsteps on the other side of the room and assumed it was Carlos or Bandito, but it was my dad. Cane, Pedros, and Manny immediately looked up to see their boss. My dad wasn't looking that happy and the men got nervous. My dad was wearing military camo pants, grey shirt, and black boots. His gaze went around the room and landed on me. I sighed and got up and followed my dad out the living room and down to the basement.

When we got to the basement, my dad pulled on a metal chain that turned on a light. In the middle of the room was a large table with a map on it. My dad went around to the other side of the table as I settled across from him.  He just looked at me, his extremely dark brown eyes boring into me. I nervously looked back at him.

"Son, I have news for you. Next week will be your first heist," he said. I gulped with fear and my dad saw this and sighed.

"Son, you can't bitch out this time, you are going to do this," he said, putting his hands on the table. I looked at the table, then back up to him. I looked around for a moment, trying to come up with some kind of excuse to get out of this. My dad just kept staring at me, his glare getting more intense by the minute. I sighed with defeat and looked back at my dad.

"Alright, you are going to have to go through some training before we can do this, so I'm going to run the plan by you, understand?" he said. I nodded my head as my dad started to explain what was going to happen the day of the heist. He pointed to the map and told me to remember the details.

The building's layout looked like a casino's. The rooms were large and open, so there was plenty of space. I noticed on the far left was a room labeled "safe room" in red sharpie and circled numerous times. My dad then started to explain how he would be pretending to be a regular person in the casino, so would Cane and Pedros. Then he explained that waiting near the safe room in a van would be Manny, Donivan, Bandito, and Carlos. 

"Nicholas, you will be one of the crucial parts in this operation," he said to me. Then he pointed to a room near the safe room. 

"This is the security room, you will need to sneak in there, kill the security gaurd, and get ahold of the cameras. You will then tell us when it is clear to advance to the safe room and guide us there, got Nicholas?" he asked me. I nodded my head. 

"Alright, then it's time to get started with your training,"