Love and Guns

You don’t honestly know pressure until your father asks you to help run his mob with him.
Frank was sat in an overly uncomfortable, squeaky leather chair, across from his Father’s big black desk when he asked him..
“Wow. Are you really sure you want that? I mean, I’m only 17. I don’t think you would want a kid helping you run your business.” Frank said, hoping his father would change his mind. Frank had other hopes, other dreams. He wanted to be a musician, and he wanted to travel the world. He didn’t want his dad to give him a reason to stay in this shithole of a town. He couldn’t even go outside without them pulling another damn body out of the river across the road.
“Of course, I’m sure! You’re my son, and if I raised you right, which I did, then you’ll do great! Frankie boy, this business has so many opportunities. So many investments to be made. So many hookers to be sold. So much coke so be processed. So much money to be earned.” He chuckled to himself, and lit up a big brown cigar.
Frank always got a little uneasy when talking about the business with his dad. It’s not that he thought that what he was doing was bad, he just didn’t want to have anything to do with it.
He looked up into his dad’s big brown eyes, and he just knew he couldn’t let him down. Frank couldn’t look into those eyes, and fill them with disappointment. Many people thought different things while looking into his eyes, though. Most of his workers were terrified of him, and he had even killed a few people.
Frank shook the disturbing thought out of his head, and smiled at his father.
“Uh, yeah. Sure, I’ll help you.” He said, feeling defeated. His father threw his arms up.
“That’s great, Frankie boy! I was hoping you would come around. I was even talking to Louie about changing the business name to ‘Iero and son’. Would ya like that, Frankie?” He asked, with a huge grin on his face.
“Sure, yeah dad. Sounds great. But, I’m actually gonna go ahead and sort some stuff out with Louie, then. I’ll talk to you about it later, yeah?” Frank asked, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible. His dad nodded, and dismissed him.
Frank stood up out of the chair, and left the large office, and entered the big grey warehouse. He looked around at the mountains of boxes, filled with illegal things. He felt dirty even looking at them.
“Frankie!” He turned to see the tall, dark haired man.
“Hiya Louie.” He gave him a small wave.
“Did the boss talk to you about his ideas yet?”
“Uh, yeah he did. I guess I’m gonna be helping run this joint.” Frank said with a small shrug. Louie placed a big, meaty hand on Frank’s shoulder and gave him a small squeeze.
“I know it seems like a lot at the moment, but trust me, Frankie, it’s a breeze. It’s all about connections, and keeping a stern face no matter who you’re talking to. Fear is what keeps people loyal. You’ll learn soon enough.” He said with a smile.
“Thanks Louie. I appreciate it. Remind me to tell my dad to give you a raise.” Frank said with a small chuckle.
“Ah, you know I’m not into it for the money. I’m loyal to this family till the day I die.” He said with a contented sigh.
“You’re pretty great Louie.” Frank said, then gave the man a small pat on the back before turning and leaving the warehouse as quick as he could without running.
When he stepped outside, he let out a shaky breath. “Shit.” He said to himself, and walked over to his small black car.
Once inside, he turned his music on, and rolled the windows down. He looked at the big gray warehouse in front of him, and rubbed his eyes with his tattooed fingers.
This warehouse was his inevitable future, and it made him want to blow his brains out.

Notes

Hello! So I have some pretty rad ideas for this story and I'm stoked to be writing it.
If you have time, you should check out my other stories too, because I like those as well c: anyway, let me know what you guys think. I'm writing the second chapter now, so I'll probably post that in a few hours.
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