An innocent childhood friend that hides his intensely possessive tendencies and his equally unstable older brother with no sense of boundaries.
Dominic and Jake Truven are both troubled teens that have their sights set on their family friend, Nicol...
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--Jacob--
"Jake!" My eyes snapped wide and flickered onto the source of the call in urgency. My father rolled a cigar between his fingers and stared pensively at me. I feigned ignorance and arched an eyebrow. "Where'd you go? I was calling your name for a while," he mentioned, coolly, whilst bringing the cigar to his lips and settling back on the lounge chair. I took a deep breath in and began to pour myself a glass of some Chivas Regal 12 on the outdoor coffee table.
"Sorry, I was just thinking," I said, amidst it, finishing with a savouring sip. I sighed out at the drink's smoothness and placed the glass back down. "A lot of things on my mind right now," I murmured as an afterthought. He scoffed amusedly at my problems and blew out a jet of smoke into the air. It caught on the breeze and clouded directly on my face. As I breathed it in, I could feel my healing throat sting.
"You think you're the one with a lot on his mind right now? Don't make me laugh, boy," he scolded, venomous about my misdemeanour. I understood and accepted his anger, aware that it'll pass. My pops became predictable with his emotions once you've seen his range a few times. He was mad I went MIA for an entire day. For something like this, he'll usually diffuse quite quickly. But, if I had really pissed him off, that's when I should start to keep up my guard around him.
For the 'life of the party' kind of guy, he doesn't hesitate to express the ruthless and cold nature that makes him Don. When I was ten, and he came to visit me in my training, I tried to impress him with a dangerous trick I learnt with a gun and ended up accidentally shooting one of his men. That was the first time I had seen how ugly anger and disappointment looked on him. And, he made a clear lesson out of it by back-handing me so hard it knocked out a tooth.
How far, we've come since then.
"Aren't you going to ask me where I went, Father?" I teased, playfully. He let out a booming racket of hearty laughter you'd expect from him. But his eyes were slitted with cunning calculation. He already knew where I went, didn't he? "It'll be the last time, Father. I promise," I reassured, scooting my chair to the side to avoid the smoke. The wind fluttered my golden locks and whipped them onto my face. He really chose such an inconvenient place to talk.
Father's laughter paused and he stroked his heavily stubbled beard, thoughtfully. "It's good you understand that, Jake," he appreciated. Father leaned forward to tap away some of his cigar's butt on the ashtray. "I say this for your mother's sake, after all," he justified, resting back into the chair. Yes, he was right. It was nice to see Mother after so long, but I couldn't do it again. If an enemy of ours ever found out about Mother's importance to me after I become Don, she'd become a liability. Soon, Dominic will have to stop visiting as well. And then, she'll be all alone again...
I narrowed my eyes with a clenched jaw and averted them onto the scenic view from the balcony. The city was in the distance, separated by a vast stretch of greenery. Still quite close by but far off for security.
