7. slice their throats all slow and clean.
There was a silence and a glance between my parents, then I continued talking, I don’t do well with silences, “I think, he’s just a part of this stupid social group I’m forced to be in.”
“Dicanto.” Dad said in a deep angered state and crashed his hand on the dining table. Mom sighed and shook her head. The fuck?
“what’s going on?” I asked and they both looked at me.
“Lance Dicanto was dad’s best friend when we were in college, he’s the one that introduced me to your father. They were in the same gang together. More like a brotherhood thing.” Mom started.
“is this a bad story? Cause I have heard your love story and it’s really just meeting, falling in love, marry and me. And of course all the gun on the head to all the boys that looked at mom part.”
My dad took over, “Yes it is exactly that but another fact is we met because of him and when the gang was one we had gained a lot of land we needed two leaders to divide and conquer, import and export kind” he said.
“his old man couldn’t chose between your dad and Lance as they were like sons to him. Dad and I wanted this part of import as we have more connections there. But so did Lance, we told him if he ever needed a favour we would grant it. I guess if he is back then he must need something which could mean trouble is coming our way.” Mom said.
“he’s not back, I mean they’ve lived here for 2 years. Just that I haven’t gone to school ever so like, you wouldn’t know about others.”
“yeah, but I didn’t know he was an active part of society.”
“he’s sending his child to school not join a book club for gang leaders love, calm down.” Mom said rolling her eyes.
“maybe he just wants to say hi?” I joked. To which they both rolled their eyes and started eating again, “that doesn’t make since, Chase is here since 2 years, why would you find out about Dicanto now?” I asked,
“the part of town they live in is theirs, export, the school is kinda in the middle of both our controlled areas . I guess his son needed to be closer to home before you did.” He said,
“so what are my rules here father?” I asked for a briefing so I know how to proceed. Maybe I would need to move social circles…damn I will those eyes. My hand grazed the knife on my thigh. I had kept it mid thing. Everything I touched it, I went back to his presence.
“well if his son isn’t starting anything with you” he put his gun on the table. I gulped.
“I think you can proceed with a friendship. Stacks have nothing against us anyway, his father is an old friend, he just stopped keeping in touch cause his stupid wife died. Bad woman that one. I don’t know a lot about this Chase, but I heard he is a killer, like me. But, if it becomes more than friendship I may have to hurt him,” tapping his gun, “I hope you know I cannot have you getting distracted by boys. You have to take over 2 city’s worth of control before you graduate.”
“don’t worry father, he is just an acquaintance.” A really hot one, I thought. My mom looked at me with the smile, reading my thoughts. I would have to explain myself later.
“amaro, leave the boy alone. We know you just miss your little bromance.”
“he didn’t Mia. How can he not call.”
“seriously dad, you could’ve called him too. We do business with them right?”
He looked at me like this idea never occurred to him. Seriously?
“I’m going to bed. Thank you for dinner, have a safe trip!” I escaped. Let’s hope Chase was trained for torture.
After dinner I wasted my time reading and catching up on school’s past curriculum. They had advanced more than I had in boarding, so I had to some previous reading to keep up with my AP classes. I texted on the group that I wouldn’t be able to chill today and got back to work. They were all at Chase’s. how did he attend school here when his area of outlook was so far away. I knew one thing though. The boy has intrigued the hell out of my heart.
The next day I woke up early for my training I had what I call “ninja classes” as we practiced various martial arts and how to be sneaky. After that I had gun range practice, ew, and knife training for an hour in my basement, fav. Before I knew it I was lying down in a pool of sweat. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around to meet the most unexpected face.
“Anderson?” I asked. He smiled and waved at me entering the room where I was slowly dying.
“you stink go for a shower.” Anderson said
“how are you here, how did you get in here?”
“it’s my job Valerie, don’t you know this by now?” he counter argued.
I stared at him in a give-me-all-the-information-right-now way
“okay fine, I came here for Dicanto, he wants a dinner” my heart skipped a beat, “not Chase Valerie , you can stop drooling.” At that point I glared at him but also blushed a little, for some reason my capillaries expand when I hear or think about him, traitors.
“it’s just hot, I’m not drooling” he rolled his eyes.
“well I just came down here to ask if you wanted to come to Mila’s today, we’re all going to just hang out and watch a movie.”
“sure, so question.” I asked out of the blue, I needed to know how much he knew
“yes?” he said slightly intimidated
“does everyone know? About you and Chase and Stacks?” keeping my face as scary as possible as if his answer is life and death and it is impotent for him to answer truthfully.
“in our group, yes. They’re all a part of it. But they do it in rebellion of their rich parents.”
Okay, what?