Crossed Paths

Chapter 1

**Blakes POV** 

Warm blood drenched the hardwood floor. Bullet holes litter the blue drywood walls. Glass shatters cover the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Havarti. 

A sad ending for the potential the family had. I run my fingers across the fallen paintings of their family. The barrel of the gun in my hand still hot. The sound of gagging rips my attention away from their wedding photo. "Hey hotshot, try not to get any evidence on the bodies or you'll go with them" I growl, pointing the smoking gun to the head of the new associate, clicking the last bullet into place, knowing I won't need more than that for the job. My accuracy has improved immensely since last year. 

Heads turn in our direction, judged looks thrown at the associate. "Yes sir" he grumbles, putting a hand to his mouth to keep his promise. "This is just alot" he mutters, looking up at me with watery eyes. Disgust sours my face. "This is a normal day rookie, if you can't handle a few bodies, you don't belong here" I say, tightening my grip on the gun that is still at his head. 

He stares at me with a shocked expression. "We went to school together not even 2yrs ago Blake. When did this become a normal day for you?"

My mind races from his question

Flashback

"Hey man, do you have the notes from yesterday?" I hear whispered in my ear, turning around I see the sheepish smile of Carlos "Dude, do you just never take notes?" I whisper, keeping an eye on the teacher "I got distracted" he mumbles "Sure dude, does your distraction have a name?" I chuckle as I hand him my notes under the desk "Vannessa" he sighs as he copies my work "Dude ew, you sound like your about to orgasm" I groan and turn away from the sight 

"Oh fuck off, she's hot" he says slapping the back of my head as I shake it in disappointment.

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"Where were you last night man?" Carlos asks, throwing an arm over me and jugling his lunch tray. Its finally 12:00, lunchtime, the only kids actually eating the slop is 4th graders who don't know they are about to spend the next 2hrs on the toilet bringing it back out. 

"My dad picked me up" I state, he looks at me suspiciously, I wasn't entirely lying, my father did pick me up, to go train and stop at the gun range before going home, but he couldn't know that part yet, I couldn't even think about the way he would look at me if I told him my father was a famous mafia boss who kills people for a living and has been steadily training me to take over at 24

"Alright man, but do you think you can come to the party tonight?" he questions, slugging my arm as we sit down at our designated table "Dude, why do you even ask? You know my dad would kill me" I mutter, looking away from him "Oh come on, he will let you get like 100 tattoos and piercings but not go to a party? What's wrong with your old man?" he shakes his head as he ends. It's not as much of a question as a statement considering he also can't know that, and he knows I won't answer. 

I stare at the side of his head, wondering how I would get around to telling him that the only way I'm allowed all of that is if the old soldier from the mafia does it under my dad's watchful eye. 

"Blake Marovo, please report to the main office" the static voice of the office lady belts over the speakers, my body freezes just as quickly as Carlos's, he turns to look at me "What did you do?" He asks, fear evident in his eyes. "Nothing I don't think" I say as I get up, gathering my stuff

If I get another detention my dad will pull me out of school, he has already established that. The fear of not being able to hang out with my best friend, scares me enough that I listened.