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ALEKS.

anger. his father was angry with him && there was not a thing he could do about it. a shrug moved his shoulders && he moved away from jordan, out of his hold– head dipping downward && hand rubbing against the nape of his neck. shudders of breath left his throat && caused the quiver of his lip– aleks avoided eye contact like the plague. nothing jordan said would make the boy look up at him- nothing. ❝ i d-don’t know. ❞ came a feeble answer, blinking away the tears as aleksandr stepped a step or two AWAY. as if he wanted desperately to run from the mafia boss, to HIDE.

aleksandr crossed his arms, practically hugging himself– the boy was anxious, suffering as a result of his own misdeeds. of course he deserved a good scolding && whattever punishment jordan would deem FIT– but that didn’t change the fact the boy was scared. he culd have DIED, or worse–spent the rest of his life behind bars. ❝ i j-just wanted to steal something. d-didn’t matter what it was. i wanted to– ❞ help out his crew. make jordan PROUD. seems this was not the way to go about it whatsoever.

a bizarre bee-like hum as guttural noise escaped, something akin to a monstrous growl though it quickly dissipated. empathy or condemnation, it was hard to determine what the noise signified. countenance hardened as jaw clenched to refrain from inflicting more pain upon his son and tending to the eternal flame of which his ire had created. “you must know, sasha, one does not simply act so recklessly without careful consideration.”

"am i not providing enough for you?” pain present in the words though he attempted to conceal it as concern, brows furrowed some as he tried to distinguished what had made the youth act in such a manner. a singular hand extended and pressed against his son’s face, an attempt to console though the warmth that rested in the palm suggested otherwise, a gentle push to ensure that the youth’s gaze met his own. carefully as though he were a fragile thing, he allowed his arms to encircle the smaller male in a fatherly embrace. “you don’t have to explain your motives but please do not be afraid to speak the truth.”

“my anger is not for how nonsensical your decisions are, my anger is because you feel you cannot speak to me about such issues that plague your thoughts. you are my ребенок.”

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arsonboy.

❝ dude, i can’t keep ANYTHING from you. ❞ cheeks flush at the thought of a CERTAIN girl, the memory of her lips against his– his throat struggled to swallow. he was too YOUNG. ❝ she’s a friend. that’s it. ❞ there’ll be more questions, revealing how he knows her. aleksandr still recalls when they were babes, watching cartoons && playing in the mud.

“you speak as though it’s a bad thing that nothing remains unknown. as your parent, am i not obligated to be made aware of such important details?” fingers curled as hand rested beneath one’s chin, thoughtful hum as smile twisted at the corner of chapped lips. “just a friend, huh? scared to call her more than a friend, sasha?”

#arsonboy

arsonboy.

the boy was foolish, indeed. fretting over every word that fell from kootra’s lips, the tightening of his chest nearly causing aleks to break. the tears were still apparent within smoldering hues, lower lip quivering terribly as he was continuously chastised– the abrupt && rough movement from jordan evoking a small sob from his throat, watching as the candy was smashed against the ground. even as the LIGHT embrace was given, aleksandr took the opportunity to press his delicate features into his paternal’s broad chest– tears instantly soaked into the soft fabric. a hand gripped at jordan’s shirt, body trembling lightly against heavily muscled flesh. blinking back the tears that blurred his vision, breaths coming out shakily.

❝ i do it all the t-time. ❞ he confessed, brows pushing together && furrowing, anticipating further chastising, ❝ i n-never get caught, not until ton-i-ight. ❞ the boy couldn’t help the stutters for he was still shaken, small cries leaving him after.

mock surprise as palm pressed against broad chest in an attempt to provide amusement despite the severity of the situation at hand. “and you telling me that you have never gotten caught is meant to do what? it certainly does nothing to lessen my anger about the entire predicament.” it was not the action itself and the legality of it that caused ire rather the fact that the youth thought it necessary to conduct himself in such a manner. had he not provided enough? mind raced through each instance in a critical manner, an attempt to dissect the exact moment in which he did not provide all that was necessary for aleksandr. perhaps anger had been misplaced. should blame have been cast upon himself rather than the youth? likely, but he would not profess such. as a parent, one need not falter for weaknesses -- given the opportunity -- could be exploited by children. but it did not lessen the sudden anxiety about his ability to provide for him. “not that i care about whatever drove you to make such a foolish decision but, humor me. what made you decide that this was a good idea?”

#arsonboy

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“did you think that i wouldn’t find out, sasha? you’re not in trouble but i’m just shocked, i definitely didn’t see that coming.”

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reckfire.

it was the disgruntled voices of the cops that caused aleksandr to concentrate harder. the constant jostles of his brain had left him reeling && EVERYTHING hurt. curses spewed from the cop that gripped his hair, the absence noted of the second cop. that’s when the boy made out the distinct sounds of a FIST breaking bone. it wasn’t a question worth asking about who had came to his rescue. the grip upon him vanished && jordan’s voice brought tears to his eyes– they welled && threatened to spill upon the hood of the car. it wasn’t seconds later that kootra hauled him from the hood– sasha would have toppled to the ground if it hadn’t been for a vice grip upon his wrist.

a cry formed in his throat && it was released oh so SOFTLY. despite aleks’s attempts to suppress the tears, they slipped down his cheeks along with the ROUGHNESS of jordan’s hands. once faced with the depiction of RAGE himself, aleksandr kept his head low, perhaps a feeble attempt to hide the tears that had SPEWED && refused to stop. even as jordan’s voice came out with such ire that caused his stomach to churn, the nickname peeked his interest && he allowed himself to lift his head. the forming of a bruise was upon his temple from being SLAMMED about, but the most noticeable feature was the DAMPNESS of his cheeks.

❝ i - i stole a soda. ❞ and a candy bar. he’d forgot about it, though both were noticeable in his back pocket. ❝ i-i didn’t think t-they’d see me, i fucked up. ❞ his words caused an involuntary step backward, wanting anything to escape the FIRE that lapped from kootra’s eyes. there was NO DOUBT going to be repercussions for what he had done– and the thought of PUNISHMENT made aleks’s tears refresh. ❝ i’m s-sorry, папа. ❞ came a soft voice, and for a brief moment, the boy resembled the CHILD of six years that jordan had found, trembling && TERRIFIED.

❝ i - i’m sorry.. ❞

baffled by the admission, silence dulled all communication as a sigh attempted to lessen the tension. “you couldn’t have waited until you were at the warehouse or wherever it was you were heading? you are foolish, sasha.” calloused thumb and forefinger gripped the bridge of his nose as though to calm himself. it would be unwise to extrapolate the issue further by the expression of internalized ire. all intention faded though as rich hues caught sight of the other possessions in the pocket, sparks of embers radiated in one’s eyes as though fueled only by anger. “and what about those, aleksandr?” hand snatched the confectionery and tossed it aside, unaware that such a display could have terrified him further or drawn unnecessary attention toward him. a moment or two passed before he released another sigh, an arm extended to pull the youth’s small frame against his own in a light embrace. “i’m sorry, son. it just isn’t right to put yourself in harms way like this, especially in los santos. you’re already a target because of me so please don’t make it worse by pissing off the cops.”

#reckfire

reckfire.

and here came those FURTHER LIES that tickled the tip of a juvenile tongue, && through the pain did the boy openly SCOWL before the altitudinous man before him. aleksandr’s famous TEMPER was beginning to flare, russet hues GLOWERING not directly at his paternal, more like the ground. jordan’s words made him softly SCOFF, clenching his jaw for a brief moment before releasing. the LECTURE left aleks feeling sour, && the boy found himself retorting before he could stop himself,

❝ dude, you KILL people all the fucking time, && you’re upset with me for punching some fucker? ❞ his voice didn’t come out as confident as he had hoped, && immediately did the boy’s gaze move so it couldn’t be caught unless his chin was TAKEN by kootra’s fingers && forced to look. aleksandr was usually far more RESPECTFUL than this– although everyone knew teenagers had their OFF DAYS.

more careful. that evoked another noise of DISRESPECT from his throat, && the extend of his FATHER’S hand made the boy flinch before && after contact. with the ATTITUDE the boy was projecting, aleks wouldn’t be surprised if kootra smacked him. the prodding evoked a small WHINE from the boy’s throat, brows instantly furrowing && lips curling into a wince. his body had involuntarily twitched away from kootra’s fingers, although it did little to NOTHING due to the fact the fingers stayed, searching for internal injury. the question made him SWALLOW. the boy knew if he told jordan their names, they’d be DEAD by tomorrow morning. it was a given.

❝ –n… n-no. ❞ was aleks’s answer, lower lip quivering briefly as a result of his blunt lie. immortal knew how much the mafia boss LOATHED lying, even so, the need to do so swelled within his chest.

“therein lies the issue, aleksandr. you are under the assumption that my occupation would lessen my restrictions upon you which is, for lack of a better word, a misconception on your behalf.” it was cruel to chastise in such a manner but were there not boundaries? like any good father, he needed to instill these sorts of measures to prevent the youth from becoming like him. nobody needed to become as calculated and as sociopathic as he, especially not someone so untouched by the depravity of the criminal underworld. “my killing people is not the same as my child attempting to insight violence amongst his peers for little more than amusement. it would be foolish of you to demand leniency and use my occupation as the reason. you must do as i say, not replicate actions that you know to be unsavory.”

once the spiel ended, a withheld sigh was released. the expression had not intended to be as harsh as it had been but alas, it bothered the man to know that his own actions might have adversely impacted upon someone as pure as he. past experience showcased how pivotal it was to ensure family members remained separate to business. there need not be a recreation of the massacre which befell his entire family and the one that followed to extract revenge. “you should know better than to continually offer me lies, son. now please, answer my question. with perhaps a little more honesty than the last time.”

#reckfire

reckfire.

blue flashed across terrified eyes, a small cry leaving trembling lips as hands gripped hard enough to cause BRUISING. cops surrounded the seventeen year old boy, shoving him about, ABUSING him. sure, the kid had just RECKLESSLY robbed a general store for a candy bar && some soda, but it did not justify this. he’d wanted to test his STEALTH skills, but aleksandr hadn’t realized the owner was right fucking there when he decided to start stuffing things down his pants. after fleeing the store, the boy bolted down a few blocks before they caught up to him.

after attempting to climb a fence ( which was far too large for him to do anyhow ), he was taken by the foot && tugged roughly back to the ground. the impact knocked the breath out of him as his back && crown hit the ground HARD. a couple kicks were given to his abdomen && then they tugged him to his feet, twisting his arm terribly && shoving him back towards the cars. the seventeen year old boy cried out in pain, but they merely taunted him.

❝ get on the FUCKING CAR! ❞ unkind hands SHOVED aleksandr forwards && his chest smacked against the hood, more hands moving to shove his face down onto the hood. pinning his arms behind his back, cuffs were put into his wrists && they were far too tight. for a brief moment, aleks lifted his head, only to have it slammed back onto the hood. a cry left his lips && laughs followed. ❝ На прошлой неделе y-вас! ❞ then came the taunts about how he was a COMMUNIST, come to BOMB the city. another crime was added to his list && it wasn’t one he was even thinking of committing. tears welled in his eyes && they just landed a few blows against his sensitive skin, making fun out of him. // OPEN STARTER.

police presence seemed to have increased dramatically in response to the recent rise in illegal activities particularly pertaining to the criminal underworld that had long plagued los santos. though it had meant competitors were kept on a tight leash, business had been at a standstill. nobody seemed as motivated as he did to achieve the hierarchical moniker that he had pined for since it became a real prospect. king of los santos. it bestowed upon its owner an unlimited deal of power, the ability to eliminate foes within the blink of an eye. with it in one’s grasp, there existed no limit upon the damage that one could create all in the name of business.

but even so as the battle for supremacy raged on, brutality within the streets still seemed present. there had been demands that those he associated with should avoid unnecessary interactions with los santos’ finest at all costs. though it had been at best little more than a pipe dream, there had been a sense of hope that such interrogations would not occur. but the members of the creatures did not conduct themselves or their business with nearly the same degree of carefulness as he. for aleksandr to have been the one to breech such a demand? it certainly highlighted how determined the department was to place blame upon anyone who even looked slightly nervous at such a presence.

all intention to proceed with caution and respect for the law had diminished at the sight of the youth restrained against the hood of the vehicle. sirens blared, voices raised as restraints were placed upon thin wrists. the sight boiled once calm blood as heart rate increased, thunderous within one’s chest as though it were on the verge of a burst.

crack of bones beneath one’s fist as he assaulted one of the two officers, a growl escaped as he continued to pummel the figure. crimson splattered across the paled face of the individual, a wound undoubtedly formed across jordan’s fists due to the brutality of such an onslaught. attention focused upon the one that remained, bourbon hues glared as though in an attempt to convince the man to retreat and forget the entire exchange. “keys.” no need to question as hand extended, the man’s own trembled as the small silver was placed into jordan’s palm. soft smile on thin lips though expression appeared to be pained by such a gesture. “much obliged. now run.” figure scrambled to the vehicle and within a moment, had disappeared into the stream of heavy traffic.

calloused hands wrenched the youth’s, key inserted into the cuffs with enough force to cause sufficient harm. a swift movement forced aleksandr to become face-to-face with him, a rattle of a growl in one’s throat as he awaited an explanation for the debacle. “you have a minute to explain exactly what transpired, sasha. be quick, my patience has worn thin.”

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reckfire.

it was no secret that the boy avoided any && all eye contact with kootra– he’d CRUMBLE if their eyes met. his breathing CAUGHT in his chest as aleks took slow && shallow breaths. aleksandr seemed far too relaxed against his chair, though his eyes told a different story. pain && fear of the wrath of jordan before him. a wheeze caught in his throat && aleks started coughing– before he could even utter a reply. doubling over slightly, his brows furrowed as the boy peered up at jordan, feeling the ire emanate && seeing it creasing jordan’s features first hand.

❝ y-you’re STILL gonna be pissed at me. ❞ the tone jordan was using made him feel slightly sick, the anxiety throbbing && swelling within his chest, ❝ one of the guys said some shit to me and i fucking decked him on the nose. ❞ a small, timid movement revealed a bruising set of knuckles, his voice so soft && barely loud enough for jordan to make out clearly. lower lip wobbling slightly, he continued, ❝ and they fucked me up. ❞ gingerly, the seventeen year old russian boy leaned back once more and trembling fingers took the hem of his shirt.

what was revealed underneath made aleks release the emotions he had been suppressing. hiding from kootra. the shirt was over his head after a few small whimpers && the boy peered down at the left side of his body– deep bruising was what plagued his skin, soft head rolling back to rest against whatever was behind him.

pissed? unlikely. the more appropriate descriptor for the response further lies would have provoked would have been rage. though he loathed the expression of such fierce emotions whilst in the presence of the youth, it had been difficult to suppress given the severity of the situation in which he had become involved. the explanation for the altercation had caught the man off guard however, head canted some as though attempting to detect a lie that simply doesn’t exist. had he not taught aleksandr better than to allow anger to blind one’s actions? hypocritical given the manner in which he carried himself but that was business not some kind of action carried out for one’s own amusement.

a growl muffled behind thin lips, unnerved by the admission of guilt. “and what gave you the idea that assaulting someone was the appropriate thing to do in that circumstance? i assume there were several other avenues available rather than resorting to violence.” venomous and cruel as the words might have appeared, concern writhed within, mind frantically calculating all the possible consequences that could befall the adolescent. “the police could have been called, charges could have been laid. do you honestly believe that i could have saved you from that act of stupidity?” it mattered little what aleksandr believed for it was all to clear that he would have resolved the issue with his usual methods of conflict resolution.

bourbon hues narrowed at the sight of further wounds, quiet contemplation of how best to respond, lips pursed before a sigh escaped. “you should have been more careful.” tone softened some as hand extended, tips of calloused fingers brushed along the flesh that’d bruised as a result of the beating. the wounds would heal given time and likely would serve as a lesson for the youth to not become involved in brawls. “did you happen to get the names of these ‘friends’?” the glint in the man’s eyes suggested that should an answer to the question be provided, the repercussions for the men would be extreme.

#reckfire

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throat became tight at the prospect of such a discussion. if it weren’t for the fact that he shared everything with aleksandr, he would have preferred to remain tight lipped. but he deserved to be made aware of the situation even if it would likely upset the already fragile emotions of the youth. solemn expression etched onto the features of the man as though preparing to admit something truly tragic. “the cops got james, and they’re after us next.”

DARK AND VIOLENT MEME.

#reckfire

reckfire.

the boy froze. his tongue moved across his lower lip, tasting copper, timidly cringing. eye contact was made && aleks almost instantly looked AWAY. it was a thousand wonders HOW the actual fuck jordan knew he was hurting– perhaps it was the shallow breaths he took or the fact he wanted to constantly CRADLE his middle. a tremble moved throughout his body, perhaps from the cold, or the expectant steeled blues that pierced into him. he shouldn’t lie again. he COULDN’T. shifting, aleks resisted the urge to cough, feeling his cheeks HOT with the fact of whispering lies.

❝ how did you– ❞ his voice trailed off, a ROLL moving his eyes, upper lip beginning to snarl lightly in defeat, ❝ they may’ve.. kicked me. ❞ it was all he said, tenderly leaning back and allowing his right arm to DANGLE next to him while the other gripped the back of his head, not moving to SHOW his paternal the injuries. defiant as always, peering up timidly at jordan before his ‘ innocent ‘ eyes flickered away.

“may have?” stern expression merely increased in severity as hands wrenched themselves together, perspiration formed in the center of shaken palms, result of sudden stress. bourbon hues transfixed upon the frame of the youth as though trying to discern whether or not more injuries remained unexplained. if he was not willing to showcase the extent of the wounds then he could not force his hand but it would merely disappoint the man further as a result. “they either did or they didn’t, aleksandr. there are no may haves.”

features shifted to express an emotion more gentle; something akin to sympathy. “i would appreciate if you were honest with me about this and in return, if you chose to be so, i’ll refrain from getting angry about you having gotten involved in this to begin with.” it was as yet undetermined whether the brawl had been instigated by aleksandr or the ‘friends’ of which he had chosen to associate with. “i’ll ask again; where else are you hurt?”

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hidden in the depths of himself beneath the callous exterior resided a heart. though it was not common practice to express such sensitives or emotions aloud lest he desired to strike out the reputation of which proceeded him; he could be forgiven for feeling when it came to aleks. most would assume it to be nothing more than a bond between a leader and a follower. but it had more value and worth than most relationships in a scene as ruthless as los santos. an automatic response to such a confrontation had been to become aggressive, a common instinctual response elicited by any father who had bared witness to their child’s suffering.

though there had been no intention to express that aggression toward the adolescent, there existed little chance to disguise the emotion for it had swelled within his stomach and waited to burst. “you need to be more cautious about the people that you’re making..” a pause, hands rose from jean pockets for index and middle fingers to express emphasis on the next word. “friends.” bourbon hues examined the wound on the adolescent’s stance and the wound that’d appeared upon once pristine flesh. though he had protested otherwise, jordan was aware that beneath the air of confidence with which he spoke, he was anything but okay.

“where else are you hurt, aleksandr?” a pause, expectant that the truth would not reveal itself even if it were at the cost of the young man’s pride. “you’re not in trouble but i had presumed that we had progressed beyond the stage in which you lied to me.”

@reckfire continued from here.

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