Mafia Runner [Boyxboy]

Chapter 4.1

By the way, for the curious ones, this story has 32 chapters in total. And they are all great chapters!

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"You look like you're enjoying yourself," I grumbled sarcastically, glancing sideways at Tony. The boy looked downright miserable and sullen as he shuffled his feet. "Why don't we just turn back around and head back to New Jersey?" And surely, if we turned back now, our parents wouldn't be so mad, would they?

"No," Tony denied, looking around as we walked down the busy streets of New York City. "That's what Mr. Romano is expecting us to do, to return home before he sends his 'men' out to kidnap us and maybe kill us... or just recruit us and then kill us if we refuse to join."

I realized what his problem was now. "He's not going to kill us, you know."

"I know he won't kill us," Tony argued, clutching his hands together. "Romano probably doesn't do any of the dirty work. He sends out his men to kill." He looked dejectedly at the sidewalk. "I don't want to die so young, Afton."

Sighing, I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring the other pedestrians complaining at my sudden stop. "He was the one that initiated this game, Tony. He wants to do this." No response came from the boy beside me. "Then give me your phone. I'll call him. I'll tell him we surrender and we decided not to comply with his plans." I held out my hand, waiting for Tony's predicted reaction.

The blond gave a sound of disproval in his throat before tucking his phone deeper into his pant pocket. "No, you're right. He won't kill us. I'm just being oversensitive is all."

I didn't comment or press the subject. I just grinned and continued down the side of the road.

We had abandoned Tony's red convertible in a parking lot on the far end of town and discarded the majority of our school uniforms in the trunk. From there on, we took a bus to the deeper part of New York. When we got inside New York City, we bought new clothes, consisting of jeans and baseball caps. I thought we fit in easily enough with the crowds of New York City.

Despite the astonishing sights New York had to offer, my mind was preoccupied. No matter how much I thought about Lucian as the Mafia boss' son, I still had trouble coming to terms with it. The biggest question I had was what the hell did the man want with me? To recruit me? Or something entirely different? Nonetheless, no matter what it was, I would try to act ignorant of his status as the Mafia underboss as long as I could.

"So what do you want to do here?" I asked, staring at the shops we passed. New Jersey wasn't much different. Granted, New York City had a different atmosphere about it, only because it was alien to me.

"Go to a strip club, get drunk, get arrested, maybe get laid... in that order," Tony replied hauntingly, throwing me a look. Seeing my unimpressed look, he laughed. "I was kidding. Well... maybe not for the last one, or the first, or the second. Let's just veto the arrest and see how far we get."

I laughed, knowing Tony could accomplish each and every one of those things, arrest included. "I'm starving." Looking at the boy critically, I wondered if he really did want to go to a strip club. No matter, I wasn't even eighteen yet. Well, technically, today I was eighteen but a strip club wasn't necessarily what I had planned today. Or ever. "I don't think the strip club offers any decent food." I took him by the sleeve, pulling him toward a decent looking restaurant. "Let's go here..."

I trailed off, the words a bitter taste in my mouth when I caught sight of two men. They were further down the street, their dark suits and menacing posture a shrill warning. "Afton," Tony started cautiously. "Are you possibly seeing what I'm seeing?"