the mafia

6 years later

"Please, please i can pay."
A quivering, shivering man was tied to a chair with one hand up. Type looked to akira who stood in front of them thinking.
"Its already been over the disclosed time." "I think you need to understand you can't be late"
"Oh god please! Just give me 3 more days?"
Akira nodded then looked to type.
"You want three days?"
The man nodded his head.
Type already knew what to do. He broke 3 of the man fingers.
"Aaaaaaaah shit!"
Then akira motioned with his chin for type to follow.
"You got 3 days. You can get yourself out. Dont make me regret this."
They both left while the man panted in pain.
Leaving they got in a car to go home.
"Well i think that is it for today. Your account will be credited."
Type nodded then looked out the window.
The last 6 years have been like this.
Type had to prove himself but akira took a shine to him.
He thought type has his second son. Mainly because tharn took to writing more then the family business. He still did his share but not has much has type.
Type also developed a little crush on akira. He was always so nice, understanding and always been there for him.
To akira he only thought of the boy has a son nothing more and type understood that.
Tharn and type over the years stayed away from each other. Tharn took to writing different things and hated how his father treated him oppose to type.
He saw type has an annoying little brother.
Type saw him has nothing but a self intitled prick.
Coming to the present.
"Type? When we get to the compound can you find tharn and tell him i need to discuss some business."
Type rolled his eyes but nodded.
Akira messed up his hair with his hand.
His Heart skipped a beat.
Type took a big inhale.
Once they arrived type had to find tharn.
Tharn for awhile was hard to find sometimes. When type really listened he heard rumors tharn had been messing around but type honestly didn't care.
Going every where he was about to give up then in a secluded corner he heard muffled moaning.
Maybe tharn has a girl he's ashamed of.
He shook his head in amusement.
Walking slowly and silently he looked up to furrow his eyes.
Tharn had a guy pinned to the wall with his hand over his mouth and one hand in his pants.
The guy looked to tharn with his hands on his hand to his mouth.
He was Blinking rapidly.
"Next time don't run."
The man muffeled a moan.
Type was frozen in shock and surprise. Tharn never gave type that
Vibe but he knew akira and he wouldn't be okay with his actual son being that way.
Guess i understand why he's hiding it.
Type shrugged then made a coughing sound. Akira needed to see him.
They both froze. Tharn looked back with narrowed eyes and the guy took the opportunity to bite tharns hand and run past type.
Types body turned half way to watch him go.
Before he could turn back tharn had grab him by the wrist pulling him where the other guy was.
Then He wrapped his hands around his throat.
Type put his hands to tharns making a pained face.
"What did you see?"
"God. Nothing! Let go!"
Tharn shook him to make his head hit the wall.
"Ddamn it!"
"I won't ask you again!"
Type rolled his eyes.
"Your hand down a guys pants! I don't care! Your father asked me to tell you he needs you!" "Now let me go!"
Tharn cocked his head to the side gritting his teeth. Then he hit types head to the wall once more then let him go.
Type bent slightly over to put his own hands around his throat making a sick face.
Tharn stood a few inches from him pointing a finger to him.
"If you say anything about this to anyone i will kill you. Especially don't breathe a word of this to my father."
Type straightened up to look at Tharn with anger.
"What that your a faggot?"
Tharn stepped foward.
"You little!"
However, type was faster.
He took his lucky knife out to throw tharn to the wall putting it too his throat.
One hand was on the knive the other around his collar.
"Listen you! I've had to deal with you for 6 fucking years! I don't care where you stick that limp dick! But if you ever put your hands Around my throat again i will kick the shit out of you."
They both breathed heavily.
Tharns eyes went down to the knife then up to type, eyes narrowed.
"Get that fucking thing away from me street rat!"
Type growled but leaned back.
Tharn took a step forward.
"Let's just say today never happened?"
Type gritted his teeth and took a deep breathe in. He stiffled a nod.
Tharn wrapped his hand Around his collar.
"I need a promise you won't say anything."
Type rolled his eyes.
He wouldn't say anything because he knew it would hurt akira.
"I promise. Now let go."
Tharn scoffed and let go.
He turned Around and left.
Type stood there shaking his head.