The Young Mafia Boss' Star-crossed Love

ing on in his father's head. Although his father had spent most of his time being busy virtually all the time handling the gang and the weapon companies under it before t

s father's partner in the business, and it took a person who could easily switch personalities at the snap of a finger to be a part of the gang, because people tend to take you for a fool when you smile too much or seem like a peaceful person. Despite his father's short fuse when it came to his temper

hen he wanted to be, that is. He couldn't quite understand their sentiments, but that was fine with him. His mother was the best of

d if he was saying nothing, it was because he was still trying to put his thoughts together or he thought whatever it was wasn't important enough to talk about. So he leaned

e could change that goodness towards anyone in a jiffy when thoroughly provoked. He wondered if he should broach the subject as a father or let it slide because his son was good at reading people and making the right decisions in emergency situations, just like his lat

t is get out of my car?" Trevor almost yelled in frustration because he'd expected the worst from his dad in terms of scolding, which he suspected wasn't unrelated to Grainger and his friends but was only getting a slap on the wrist instead. "Well, it's my car, and I have a say in who stays in it and who doesn't, as long as I want." "Now shove off and get your butt out of MY damn car!" Jamil said, gesticulating as if to make sure his words sank in and were dri

s car spotted Trevor's bicycle in his boot still, with the setting sun reflecting on it. He scoffed as well, thinking how this boy was just asking for a beating. "Trevor, come get your lousy bike off the boot of my car!" He ordered, pointing at the bike, which lay comfortably in his car. "That's my

, "I dare you to say something about that," but Jamil quietly chuckled and held both his hands up in surrender like, "You win, son, you won this round." "You're however getting that bike from my car before I'm ready to go out, or else you'd find it with a broken part or two lying out there on the sidewalk," he said as he went to the fridge and suspiciously snuck a peek in, his suspicious

e as a trap for him, into his drooling mouth on impulse as soon as he saw it lying around in the fridge like the wet pussy of a pretty girl, but he served a living God, and something told him his father would have his hide, so he decided to play it safe and let it be-for now. But his father's voice stopped

w cut. His features were mature, giving him a silently dangerous look, which he masked so well with a disarming smile and those bright eyes, which seemed to draw people in when you stared into them. Although he took after his father's lean and athletic body, which was broad at the shoulders and lean at the waist but filled out just a little bit at

d to be reserved for the mother of the idiot he called a son, even if she wasn't alive. In which case, they were supposed to nag at Trevor, not him, because he wasn't around or in the know when Trevor picked them up. Besides, Trevor never brought any of them home. So he didn't even know what they looked like,

d doing when she was deep in thought about something as he considered if he should tell his father he had suspicions about his supposed best friend Peter, who now had a new best friend on the block, which the Peter he knew wouldn't be caught dead being seen in h

Something you and I both know is one big fat lie, because no one spots a serious boner for a woman more than he does. "With the exception of this Mac daddy between the sheets, that is," he boisterously added with a smug look, making his father stare at him in wonder and amusement as he wond

smiled at the smiling face there. Then his eyes wandered back to the face of his father, who stared at him, waiting for a reply. He sighed deeply with a small chuckle. "I have yet to see a monster I can't control; it just hasn't be

his son. "Come back down and spill, you chameleon!" His father suddenly burst out, chasing him up the stairs. "You'd have to wait like everyone else," Trevor replied, laughing, as he turned and saw his father chasing after him. So he sprinted up the stairs faster and ran into his room, shutting it in Jamil's face before he could get inside too and torture the secret

they came from with a "thanks for coming" package. So him being interested in a girl was a novel idea for Jamil, but he'd be damned if he didn't find that a good development in his son's life. He couldn't help but wonder who in the entire Sorona could catch his son's roving eyes as he placed his hands on his waist in am

as he saw his father was nowhere to be found. After which he snuck downstairs for the cake he had seen earlier in the fridge, which he knew had been baked by his father. "Hasta la vista, baby!" He yelle