My Mafia Leader

Chapter 2

Sloan's P.O.V.

"Are you meeting with Tony tonight?" Dakota asks as we enter my house.

"Yes, he hasn't repaid his debt, so I'm collecting tonight even though he isn't aware of this. I need you, Slater, Sam, Seb, Blaze and Will to suit-up and come with me."

"Perfect, I'll let them know. When are we leaving?" my best friend of ten years asks as he walks back toward the front door of my house.

"We leave in at 7 p.m. Thanks Cota," I say.

"No problem," he returns, exiting the house to let me head to my office to do some work.

I'm the leader of the 'Bleeding Trails,' an Italian mafia, which is located in Boston, Massachusetts. My name is Sloan Williams l, I'm 19 years old, gay and a hard-ass when I need to be but loving when it comes to my family.

I took over the mafia with my twin brother, Slater, a year ago when my dad, Stephan stepped down. When it's time to pass the mafia down, Slater and I will pass our position onto our oldest child. Neither of us have children yet.

I have three younger brothers besides Slater - Samuel is 17 years old, Sebastian is the 16 years old and Southern is 15 years old. Then there are my two younger sisters - Sonya is 13 years old and Sydney is 12 years old.

The mafia has been run by a member of my family for the last one hundred years.

Now Tony Angelo borrowed money from us and was supposed to pay us back two days ago; the reason Slater and I waited this long was to see if he would come to us and he hasn't. He owes us $50,000 and it may cost him his life if he doesn't pay up tonight.

"Sloan, you're getting payment from Tony tonight, correct?" dad asks stepping into kids home office.

"Yes, by money or blood," I return with an evil grin; I don't enjoy killing but I will do this if they try and fuck me over.

"Good boy," he praises, an evil glint in his eyes.

On the twenty-five acres of land we own, there are fifteen houses - the main house my parents and sisters live, then us brothers, Dakota and seven other members have our own houses and Dakota's family are in another.

By 6:30 p.m. the seven of us are geared and ready to leave with our handguns, knives and bulletproof vests and we climb into Dakota's Chevy Avalanche and Slater's Dodge Ram and drive the thirty minutes to Tony's waterfront warehouse.

Parking in front of his warehouse, the seven of us silently climb out and draw our guns out as we burst into the warehouse.

"Tony, your payment is due," I calmly say with my Glock pointed directly at him with an evil smirk.

Tony's face balances at us as he is in the building with only two of his men; "Slater, I was going to come and pay you tonight."

Dumbass.

Cocking an eyebrow at him; "I'm Sloan, you dumbass. Now pay up," I growl.

"O-of c-course, m-my a-apologies," he stammers. "Corey, gather Mr. Williams' payment."

Corey scrambles away and returns several minutes later with a white linen bag and shakily hands it to Sebastian before scurrying away. Seb opens the bag before nodding to me that it's all there.

"Never ask for anything from us again," I growl as we back out of the building.

Stepping back inside with Dakota and Slater as I call out to Tony and then the three of us shoot each of them in the right thighs. Leaving the building, we leave and head home.

Tossing the bag on the kitchen table of my parents home, the seven of us grin widely at them; "Tony's repayment."

"Nicely done, boys," dad praises.

Nodding at him, I announce; "We're going to the club to burn off some energy."

"Be careful," mom begs and we promise that we will before leaving for the club the family owns to cover what we do in the mafia.

"Hey bro, that kid is your speed - innocent looking," Southern comments as we park in front of the club.

Bringing my gaze to where he's looking, my jaw ticks at the sight of two young men walking down the sidewalk in our direction. Both are attractive but the shorter, leaner man is perfect in my eyes. He looks to be around 5'7" tall, shaggy dirty-blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin and a slender body of a twink.

Mmm, perfect to fuck against every surface and fit against my body and to be protected by me.

Scrambling out of the truck once it's parked to stand in the path of this beauty. This man is my future as his musical laughter graces my ears with laughter.

The two men stop and my beauty sweetly stammers out like he's nervous at my size and his eyes bug out when the others gather behind me; "C-could you m-move, p-please?"

"I will when you tell me your name and phone number, beautiful," I smile causing his companion to roll his eyes at me and step slightly in front of my boy.

"N-no t-thanks," my beauty stammers; his tiny body is shaking as his eyes dart around at all of us.

"Come on, Briar, it's okay," his friend says, he seems worried and I wonder why.

His name is Briar - a beautiful name for my beautiful boy. I'm now worried about his harsh breathing and quaking body.

"Had, I don't feel good," Briar whimpers as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls forward into my body.

Catching him, I lift him against my body, holding him tightly to me; I'm confused and concerned as to what happened to him.

"What's wrong with him?" I demand of his companion.

"He has bad social anxiety and he just had a panic attack," the guy says complete freaked out.

Fuck, I caused him this to happen to him by being too close to him and talking to him.

"Fuck," I mutter tightening my hold on his limp body.