To be given a better name some other time...

A barely noticeable tremor rolled through the man’s spine in response to Aron’s questions. Good, the man should be afraid. “I-I’m Kaoru.” The man replied shakily.

“Alright, that answers one question. Now, who the heck are you with and why are you following me.” Aron asked more calmly. Even if the man gave a fake name, Aron had already seen his face and would be able to easily identify him later when he was alone.

Aron was in some deep fecal matter. Why? Because he uncovered the skeletons in Hoset
Corps closet. How? Oh, well that’s a simple question to answer. He was just
fiddling around with his computer, not doing anything ‘illegal’ per-say. Well,
actually, maybe it was a wee-bit illegal…. But no one ever complains because
usually no one ever finds out. Unfortunately for Aron, this time someone did
notice, and that someone was the head of the corrupt Hoset Corp.
Now, what will become of the boy as he falls ever further into the world of the mafia?!

Warning!: A trigger alert is being issued as this could be highly triggering. This story contains but is not limited to boys love (meaning boyxboy), a significant age difference between the two people who fall in love; underage debauchery; violence; gore; and a poorly written plot.
Thanks for reading anyways, if you do decide to read it. :P