Alister P.O.V

Movie night.

Families for years have chosen a day out of the week to come together to watch a stupid movie and attempt to get along. Even my parents did that. And it's a tradition that I've forced onto Luke.

I choose this Saturday to be our movie night, which pissed Luke off. I smirked thinking back to when Luke got home with Kyle.

I heard the door slam open and it closes loudly. I get up from my chair in my personal office, grinning at the thought of the to-be family movie night.

When I walk into the living room I find Kyle being pinned onto the wall and Luke sticking his tongue down the boy's throat.

"Family Movie Night!!!!" I yell, making both of them jump away from each other, Kyle in fright and Luke in shock. I knew Kyle was slightly scared of me, who wasn't scared of me, the mafia boss. Kyle's friend. Yes, Kyle's friend didn't seem to be scared of me.

Luke groaned at the fact that we're going to have a family movie night. Ohhh, they were going to have sex! To bad! If I can't get laid either can Luke! For tonight anyway.

"Come on bro, not tonight!" Luke instantly complained. I smirk at him. That makes him freeze. I knew it was an evil smirk from the look on both Luke and Kyle's faces.

"Yes, tonight," I say through gritted teeth. Kyle instantly started nodding in an obvious submission, not that I was into that stuff, but I appreciate that slight sign of submission. Luke nods afraid. Afraid of his own brother, that's what the mafia does. It's what it's always done.

"Fine! Whatever." Luke says taking Kyle's and began dragging him up the stairs since Kyle was frozen in fear.

"Be down by 4:15!" I yell at them, I get another groan and a door slam. Oh, how I love my brother.

I grin at the thought. It was 4:14, they were about to be late. A creepy smile was making its way onto my face. I didn't tolerate lateness.

Just as I was scheming my revenge, they burst into the room. Fear apparent on both of there face, but they were lucky as the second they sat down my alarm clock, for 4:15 went off. They breathe out a sigh of relief before relaxing, Kyle leaning into Luke, both grinning peacefully. I really wanted that, a person to hold onto my arm, to go to when I'm down, a shoulder to lean on, someone to care about.

I look down at my hands. Didn't I deserve that?

I look up again grinning, hiding my internal feelings with a false grin that no one ever noticed. I grab the remote I had laid out, along with popcorn, candy, and soda.

For a mafia boss, I was pretty relaxed about it. I felt free, from my job, my harder darker side of life.

The movie began to play. The Fault In Our Stars. It's like two years old but I have yet to see it yet so I was excited.

Kyle clapped when he saw what the movie was, saying he hasn't seen it either. Luke groaned, obviously not seeing it yet either but now knew that he and Kyle wouldn't be making out during this film. I smirk at that.

Let's just say we didn't end with that movie. After about 30 minutes of tears about Gus's death and poor Hazel losing the person she loves we moved on to another movie and another. Movie nights lasted till dawn. Sometimes.

It was getting dark outside and Kyle was snuggled into Luke chest, his eyes tempting close completely. I smirk. They are so in love. It filled me with both joy and jealousy.

That's when our front door snapped open. I lifted my head slightly but shook it off. Finn would deal with it. He'd talk to whoever just walked in and if it needed my attention he'd come get me.

Sadly it was that case.

Finn walks in with three men he assigned to kill Jamion's son. From the blood stained on their clothes, I don't think they completed their job.

I felt a slight anger boil fill my veins. They failed me?!!?! I had to control my anger and wait for Finn to explain to me why they were bloody.

Finn dropped the arm of the man he was dragging and the man nearly dropped like a stone. Luke looked up from the couch Luke protectively pulling Kyle closer to him, though the men posed no threat, not in their situation.

One had blood pouring down his face from his obviously broken nose. Another had a gun imprinted shape on his forehead, which he was rubbing, obviously having a headache. And the last one had blood pouring out one of his ears and a bruise from looked like a child's shoe shape on the side of his face.

They were obviously beat by a child, a teenager years younger than them. Pitiful. And they had guns. I doubt the teenager did. I'd have to ask because it was Jamion's son we're talking about, his father is a gun dealer for crying out loud. Who know's what Jamion give's his children as presents.

I stand from my seat on the couch and nod at Finn to drag them to my office. Finn smirked back and grabbed the guy he had to drag in here, the guy who had nearly dropped to the ground, the guy who I realized was Rogen Thomas, someone who worked for my father before he began to work for me.

Finn dragged Rogen into my office, the other two who I now noticed who was who. The one bleeding from his nose was Jorge Mendez and the other guy was Marc Griffin who had the blood coming out his ear. I knew all three of them, and I'm simply shocked that they'd fail me.

I walked straight to my desk sitting in the chair instantly. I waved my hand toward the couch that sat in front of me.

Marc sat in it and carefully leaned back onto an obviously bruised back. Jorge walked in and carefully sat down, cupping his penis and seemed to be in pain, he winced in pain. Oh, so he got kicked there, did he? Finn walked in, dragging a pained Rogen, who was still bleeding out his left ear.

Once they were all seated, Finn walked over to my side of the desk, standing next to me. He looked at me, and I nodded and he took that as a sign to begin.

"So Marc, Jorge, Rogen what happened??" Finn asked, playing with the pistol, I inwardly smirk, oh how Finn loved to mess with people in my office, freak them out.

"T-t-the k-kid h-he," Marc tried to say but obviously he wasn't able to.

Jorge took the chance to talk. "That damn brat," Jorge started taking a hesitant breath. "He outsmarted us." He admitted sadly.

"How? Did he have a gun?" Finn asked. I look directly at the three, reading their facial expressions.

The kid didn't even have a gun. I frown at them. That's disappointing. I'm severely disappointed.

"Ah, no the kid didn't have a gun, he didn't have a weapon at all," Rogen said looking down at his feet.

"They why the fuck couldn't you THREE GROWN MEN not kill a teenage child?!" Finn yelled at the three. Then Finn sighed. "It was obviously a bad idea to send you three out."

Finn looked over to me, begging for me to take over, which I did.

"Well at least the message got passed, Jamion will probably still be upset that we had an attempt on his son," I say looking at the three.

Jorge seemed to freeze for a moment.

"What is it, Jorge?" I ask, him shooting his head up looking at slightly with fear in his eyes.

"Well, the kid said," He took a reassuring breath to calm himself. "He said his father wouldn't care if he had died or not."

I look over to Finn, raising my eyebrow at him. I was so confused. Which son did they go after? I don't think Finn told them a specific son to kill. I know Jamion had more than three.

"Which son did you go after?" I ask still confused. Maybe they went after the mossed un-loved child.

"The second oldest," Marc answered this time. So Jamion dislike's his second oldest. I couldn't even ponder why.

"Oh, well you're all dismissed," I say sighing.

They all get up to leave Marc having to help Rogen up and support his weight.

Right before Jorge walked out and closed the door, he seemed to remember something.

He turned back around and began to say something that made me even more confused than before.

"Before we attempted to attack the boy, he was hanging out with Master Luke's boyfriend, Kyle." And with that Jorge walked out, closing the door quietly leaving me and Finn to wonder why one of Jamion's sons was hanging out with Kyle.