prompt: you joined a mob. the boss asks you to prove your loyalty by killing your girlfriend. failure to prove your loyalty will result in your loved ones dying. you look around the room at all the pictures and notice, youâre dating the daughter of the mafia boss.
(iâm doing my own take on this prompt)
âsit downâ. i followed the order, nows not the time to be my dumbass self and get myself killed.
iâve been trying to join this mob since i was sixteen, now, im nineteen and i finally get the chance. iâve had my eye on this group for years, the boss, john, found me when i was young and said that one day i could join and well. i know itâs not the best thing for me to be in, iâm not stupid. but, when you lost all your family years ago because they wonât except you for who you are? youâre willing to be part of any group, anything to feel included. i knew i should have kept it to myself, but coming home late each night with hickies scattering my neck and being âtoo closeâ to that boy my for familyâs liking; i was bound to come out at some point, and my family had no liking of that.
i quite liked my boyfriend, few inches shorter than me, brown eyes, brown hair, dresses different than most boys but i never complain. i love it actually, heâs adorable and just the sweetest. why heâs with me? i donât even have an answer because i question it too. he has no idea what iâm doing today and i donât need him finding out anytime soon.
âphilipâ. i perked up at the use of my full name, which hasnât been used since before my mother disowned me.
âyouâre in, tell another living soul and iâll personally kill youâ.
âunderstood, mouth shut, thank you sir-boss, sorryâ.
ânot so fast lester, youâve got to prove that you really want to be apart of this groupâ.
âand h-how do i do that?â.
âwell itâs your choice, youâre families lives-â.
âi donât have a family anymore, i havenât talked to them in years, i donât even know where they areâ.
âdonât try to save them, sonâ.
âno, iâm uh, iâm serous, they disowned me years agoâ, i looked down avoiding eye contact. i really didnât wanna spill this right now but.
âand whys that?â. he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned on the wall.
âwell, they uh, they found out i was gayâ. i whispered the last part.
âwell, then itâs settled, if you donât have a family anymore like you say, then your boyfriend it isâ.
âexcuse me?â, i asked, not even sure if i was understanding correctly.
âprove your loyalty, you canât kill you family if you donât know where they are, so your little boyfriend will have dieâ.
âplease, there has to be another way, any other way, please. heâs all i haveâ. i didnât want to cry in front of this man but i was getting close to.
âcome, follow, my officeâ. i follow behind, slowly, just to register what he had just told me.
ânow lets see, i-father!â.
he was interrupted by who i presume was his son entering his office.
âfather, can i-â. i turned around to look at him and widened my eyes when i saw who it was,
âphilly, why are you here?â, he said glancing between me and his father.
âi could ask you the sameâ, i choked out.
âwhatâs going on here, how do you two know each other?â.
i glanced around the office, and noticed the few pictures of dan around the room.
âi, uh, this is gonna be ten times worseâ, i mumbled.
âfather? why is phil here?â, dan stepped forward to behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder and running his finger over the marks on my neck, from him.
âright now, tell me whatâs going on!â, he was starting to get angry, and i didnât think heâd like it that he was making me kill his son.
âsir, i donât think i can join your groupâ.
âand why the hell not? youâre pushing it lester, really you donât wanna test meâ.
âbecause, id have to kill your son thenâ.
danâs eyes widened and he glanced at his father before down at me, tears forming in his eyes.
âno, no, danny, donât cry. c'mereâ, i gently grabbed his arm but he pulled away, turning and running out of the room.
i wanted to go after him but i wasnât sure how john would take that.
âfucking go after him! i have to fucking figure this out now!â. i quickly got up and left the room, too scared for his further actions.
âdanny, baby, where are you?â, i glanced around the room i saw him go in. i heard muffled sobbing coming from around the corner.
âdonât hurt me. g-go awayâ.
i ignored his words, knowing that he didnât mean them and was just scared which meant he did actually need me.
âwhy didnât you tell me?â, he asked sniffling and finally looking at me.
âbecause i didnât want you to freak out, but why didnât you ever tell me what your dad did?â.
âbecause iâm already a part of it! i mean not directly, but iâm still involved! iâm his son, and now youâre gonna have to kill meâ.
âdanny, iâm not gonna kill you, i would never, nothing means as much to me as you doâ.
âbaby boy, shh, c'mereâ, i pulled him into my lap so i could calm him down. i wrapped my arms around him and he buried his face in my neck.
âshh, baby, you gotta calm down, okay? deep breathes. look at meâ. he sat up, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves.
he did as told and slowly calmed down but i knew he was still thinking about it.
âdanny, i love you, you know thatâ.
we sat for a few more minutes before i eventually suggested we go back to his father. before we walked into his office, i leaned down a kissed him.
we walked back inside slowly where his father was sat at his desk.
âsitâ, he instructed, i did.
âdan, you tooâ, he pointed to the chair beside me.
âfatherâ, dan whispered, âare you gonna make
john took a deep breath before answering, âno daniel, youâre my only son, iâm not gonna make him kill you. i am mad that you didnât tell me you were dating someone, but iâll let it go, thereâs bigger issues to adressâ.
he turned his attention to me.
âwhat are we gonna do philip?â.
âcanât kill your family, canât kill your boyfriend because heâs my son, looks like youâre just gonna have to prove your loyalty another wayâ.
âa-and how would that be?â.
âsince youâre dating my son, iâll make sure that you never let him get hurt, and if you do? iâll personally kill youâ.
âi havenât let him get hurt yet, and i donât plan to ever let him sirâ.
âthen we have ourselves a deal lesterâ, he extended his hand over his desk, to which i shook it.
i walked out of his office, i could sense dan trailing behind me.
as i turned around the corner towards the front door, dan ran up and grabbed my jacket.
âwhat have you gotten yourself intoâ, he said.
âiâm not exactly sureâ.
âmy dad will actually kill you if something happens to me, you realize that right?â.
âyeah, but you havenât gotten hurt yet, am i right?â. he shook his head.
âwellâ, i wrapped my arm around his waist, âyou donât ever have to worry about getting hurt, because iâll never let youâ.
