The little boy clung to his mothers leg as they had entered the house much bigger then there own. A place sacred to the scottish men and woman. A place you only showed your face if you never wanted it to be forgotten if you where ready to have your life turned into the perfect weapon amongst the Scottish.
"Honey you have to stop him from being so shy." His fathers words had been gruff, a simple thing that he had yet to get over. His shyness to the world much bigger then him.
"He'll get over it in his own time, don't rush him." His mother's worried had babied him his whole life. After the tragic passing of his older brother it left him as the last corespondent to his family's wealth.
"You never did that to Harold, you let him run and do his thing. Now you baby this one as if he won't grow." His fathers words spoke however Harris had already unlatched himself from his mother. Keeping his hands at his side as he had his eyes on the boy fighting.
Harris watched the boys movements so effortless, in touch with his mind and body as he had dropped the man double his size. Harris could've watched the boy all day with the way he used his size as an advantage, until the small girl stepped into the circle. Harris gave the slightest of laughs imaging the girl having any chance against the boy.
"Blair out of the circle." A new voice had over come the area as the little girl shone a smile so bright Harris had felt himself smiling. A face that looks so soft and angelic brought a small light to him in the moment.
"Mommy I only wanted to tell Camden good job!" The small blonde spoke as she had bounced on the balls of her feet. She looked innocent, far too innocent to be under the roof of a mafia. Harris's eyes had however shot over to the boy who had now wore a smile rather then a dark grimice. Who looked for a split second happy to see the small girl on the circle.
"Harris come on go introduce yourself." His mother had patted his back as Harris stumbled closer to the circle, his feet carried him the rest of the way. The short blonde had noticed him first as her smile turned into that of curiousity.
"Harold! It's great to see you again." The blondes words hit him like a sharp knife. Had he looked to similar to his brother even this small girl couldn't tell them apart.
"Blair don't be silly, Harold died months ago. That's his brother, Harris." The boy spoke up, Harris felt his own stature shrink in size to the boy who could tell them apart.
"Oh my goodness I forgot! I'm so sorry." The girls rushed apology followed a tight and quick hug. Harris's body had frozen, he didn't get hugs at home. His mother was distant to him, and his father closed him out entirely. He was the son who was supposed to only get a part of their families wealth. The one who gets babies and kept inside by his mother.
"Don't worry about it." Harris spoke as his eyes looked up to the boy who had all but turned from him.
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"This is ridiculous! Harris will not be my partner, I don't need a partner." Camden's words came out harshly as he had shoved the papers off the desk in front of him. Harris stood back letting the boy throw his fit.
"Camden I will not hear another word!" His fathers words had been harsh, his hands slammed against the desk as Camden held the man's gaze. Finally Camden submitted and held his head low.
"Fine, lets go." Camden spoke as he had nudged past Harris.
"Don't let him tell you what to do, remember Harris you come from a family that has been amongst this Mafia for years. You're not a toy for him to just toss aside. My son will soon learn he has allies and enemies both. So long as he plays his cards right he'll figure out who they are." The man spoke as if he had faith in the scrawny short kid who stood in the room. Unlike all the other scottish boys Harris had been short. He hit no growth spurt and had stood much shorter then all the rest of the teenage boys. Harris had nodded his head before turning out of the room.
