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"Desperation is like stealing from the mafia: you stand a good chance at attracting the wrong attention."
Groaning in frustration as he rubbed his temples with his fingers, Darian read the headline of the newspaper: Mayor Walsh Aids in Crime Crackdown! Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. This just wasn't good at all. This was the third "crackdown" in general, and second bust that happened to a fellow... business partner of his. And, of course, that meant it was only a matter of time before a tremendous problem came through his doors.
He couldn't have that.
"Darian James!" His mother, Maggie came through the door of his family office; which he normally didn't like to conduct or go over business at for reasons such as this. He sighed as he looked up at her, shaking his head to which his mother commented: "Don't sigh at me, I'm your mother." Darian just nodded as he looked back down at the article and other "paperwork" he had.
"I'm not hungry right now, Ma, I'm busy." He said simply and wanted to leave it at that. "It's time for dinner! You've been in here all day and you need to eat somethin." the woman stood at the doorway, arms folded over her chest, a look on her face like 'I'm not leaving until you come with me'.
"I'm workin' Ma!" His accent really came out as he raised his voice a little, tapping his desk with his finger impatiently. Maggie didn't move. She just stood there with the same 'you're coming now and I don't care' look on her face, arms still crossed over her chest. Maggie had been dealing with stubborn Italian men for a long time, and her son was no exception despite the fact he had a little Scottish in him. Darian sighed, nodding as he stood up from his desk and walked over to his mom. "I'm sorry, Ma. You know firsthand that this is stressful." Darian wrapped his arm around his mother's shoulder before placing a kiss on her temple.
"Yeah, and if you don't cut it out or cool it off, you're gonna be all washed up just like ya father." She whispered, chuckling a little bit. Although she made a point to laugh and joke about it, Dare knew that his mother didn't really approve of him taking over the "Family Business" as they called it to seem a little more... normal? And she had every single right to worry! What woman wanted her family to be involved the Mafia?
As they walked into the kitchen, Angelo was setting the table and Blair was finishing up the last of dinner. His father poured a couple of glasses of wine, smiling as Maggie walked over and gave him a quick peck. Regardless of their age difference, Darian and his siblings knew that their parents were in love with each other. They got in fights a lot because of the business and his father's temper, but the love was always there.
Darian grabbed a cube of cheese from the cutting board where his sister was slicing it, which made her turn to slap his hand. "Hey, that's for salad! How come you barely help when you're here for dinner?" Blair laughed as she protested sarcastically.
"Hey, I'm at your house for dinner. When you come to my house for dinner, it'll be a whole other story." He laughed, poking at her sides before giving his sister a peck on the cheek. "Yeah. try saying that when I have a pan of cinnamon rolls in front of your face." She set the bowl of salad down on the table, everyone grabbing something until they eventually got to sit down and eat. Dare would be sure to make it quick but conventional. He'd catch up with the fam a bit before he had to go to The Wave to make sure everything was cool on their turf. His mother made him his favorite, everyone else had spaghetti bake.
"I don't know how you guys don't get tired of spaghetti. Swear that's all Dad eats." Darian and his siblings erupted into laughter. "Hey, I eat other things too!" Alfonso tried to recant his son's last statement, but his kids knew him. "Yeah, tortellini, lasagna, ravioli." Darian began listing pastas. "Rigatoni, orzo, linguine." Angelo continued, the entire family cracking up. "Okay, okay! I eat a lot of pasta. We're Italian, what do you want from me?" Alfonso admitted in laughter.
The vibe immediately changed to a calm one as soon as the laughter died down. There was a bit more frivolous conversation. Blair had a huge school play coming up and Angelo was already preparing for the finals he had in the upcoming weeks. Eventually the conversation died down, and the only thing that you really heard was the sound of knives and forks clinking against glassware. That was until their father spoke up.
"Son, have you heard about the crackdowns that have been happening lately? Don't you think you should be getting on that." Al asked, taking a sip of wine with his eyebrows raised. His dad always made it seem like he was never doing his job right. And honestly, it got quite irritating. Dare didn't see anything he did any worse than his father, so he didn't get his uncertainty.
"Mhm. Speaking of which, I really should get down to The Wave to scope things out." Darian nodded as he stood up from the table and cleaned his plate. "If it were me, I'd have had it dealt with by now, what is this like the third raid in the last couple months? You should get to it." As his father spoke, anger surged through him, causing him to shatter the plate into a hundred pieces on the floor.
"WHY DO YOU FEEL THE NEED TO TRY AND ONE UP ME AT EVERYTHING?! AS IF YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN RUN THE FUCKING BUSINESS?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GAVE IT TO ME!" He took no time raising his voice with his father. "IF YOU WORKED LIKE A BOSS DID AND I DIDN'T HAVE TO BABYSIT YOU ALL THE TIME!" And his father took no time raising his back.
"And the screaming match begins." Angel said under his breath.
"Babysit me?!" Darian scoffed. "If I had to be babysat by you, you'd damn sure think you wouldn't stay home all the time, and Mom wouldn't have to remind you to take your heart meds. Remind me who needs to be babysat." The two of them were basically just alike, so he was honestly surprised to see that his father actually had nothing to say. Dare started to sweep up the broken glass, but seeing as he was already pissed off and didn't want more drama to ensue, Blair stepped in. "I got it." She whispered to him and he nodded.
"I'll see you guys later." He exchanged a quick bro-five with his brother, gave his sister a hug and his mom a peck on the cheek before heading over to his nightclub.
Upon entering the club, Darian was pleased to see that it was as packed as it usually is. He is even more pleased to see his close friend and favorite bartender there as well. "Ellis, it's nice to see you, my man." Dare smiled, noticing that his whiskey has already been poured and sat on the counter in front of him. "Always a pleasure, my good friend." Ellis nodded. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." Ellis snickered as Uncle Remy came up to the bar, sitting down next to Darian. "Har-har, funny boy." Remy rolls his eyes. "Your dad wanted me to talk to you about the mayor." Darian just scoffed, taking another sip of his drink.
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