I stared at the image in front of me. I liked the design, heck I had designed it myself and I knew, and still hoped, Bram would like it. The door to the office was pushed open and I quickly close the tab I was staring at.

"Why do you look scared?" J asked as he walked into the office.

"I thought it was Bram."

J chuckled as he takes his seat. "You do know you're a mafia boss right?" he asked, cackling out loud. I narrowed my eyes at my friend and second in command. He placed a stack of paper in front of me and I picked it.

"I am but Bram made me promise not to buy him anything for two weeks." I said, resisting the urge to sigh. And the two weeks were almost up, just a couple more days to go.

"I thought he took your card?"

"You do remember I have more than one? And I have enough cash stacked in this house." I said as I flipped through the documents. "And four warehouses with money stacked in them as well as jewellery."

"Ah yes. Those." J said, nodding. "I should probably tell him about those."

"You're my friend." I said, my tone shocked.

"And I am Bram's friend too."

"You were my friend first." I said, waving the documents at him. If he keeps this up, I will send him on patrol and give him so much paper work, he'd be finding paper stuck in places they shouldn't be. J just laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever said and it made me seriously want to punch the guy.

We talked business for a while, talking supply, sales, members of the family who did extremely well in the last quarter so I'll know who to give the bonuses to.

"William is still down there."

"I still don't think he has had enough." I said, tapping away on the computer and pulling up the image I had been looking for. William hasn't seen the sun since he had been pushed into the basement by J. he was the mob's stress reliever. If they needed something to kick or beat their frustration out on, he's on the receiving end of it.

He has been here for days now and yeah, I could let him go but he might have this silly idea about getting back to Bram or looking for him. So I'll pay him one last visit and see. It depends on my mood, so he should really not make me angry. That, never ends well.

"So.... What were you staring at?"

I turned the screen towards him and his eyes got so wide. "You're giving him that?"

"Yeah. Designed it myself and everything."

"He's gonna love it." J said, leaning over the table to get a closer look. He mouths the words wow and I feel so proud. "It's gonna be here tomorrow?" J asked and I nodded. I couldn't wait to get my hands on it and actually see it. I couldn't wait to give it to Bram. I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

The door to the office was pushed open again and myh hand moved so quickly, taking down the page I had been staring at. Bram rushed towards me, giggling, his hair falling into his face.

"What have I told you about running, little prince?" I asked as Bram clambered onto my lap, straddling me and pushing his face right in front of mine, so I could see his big smile.

"Hi, daddy."

"Hi, baby boy." I said, running my fingers through his hair. His curls were so soft and it smelt incredible. My prince was dressed in blue shirt and matching bottoms with peter rabbit all over it, socks and fluffy slippers. He looked absolutely adorable. He was and is the most adorable little in the world. In my humble opinion.

"Baby missed you."

"i missed you too, sugar. I was so sad that j had to keep me company." I said, looking over at J who was smiling. Bram seemed to realise J was there too and turned to the side so he could see.

"Hi hi, silly J."

"Hello cutest Bram."

Bram giggled. He turned back to me and moved even closer, so close our noses almost touched. "Do you know silly J gimmes his yummy nummies?" he whispered. Well, loudly whispered. So loud J heard and couldn't hold back his chuckle.

"Really?" I exclaimed with faux shock. "J shares his fruits with you?"

"Yeah. I love J, he so nice and he smell good."

"As good as me?"

"No!" he yelled, his hands holding onto my face. "You da best!" he said. And he said it so seriously, he looked so determined and so adorable. S

"Ah, he's too cute. I can't handle this level of cuteness." with that J siips out of the office, leaving Bram and I alone.

"What do you want to do today, little prince?"

Bram bottom lip juts out a little as he pressed his lips together, humming as he thought about his answer. "Color? Paint daddy?" and then he adds with so much excitement. "Draw daddy?"

"And daddy will draw his adorable little prince." I said, peppering kisses all over his face.

I wanted us to be more comfortable as we drew so I decided we can make us of the sitting room upstairs. Bram waited there for me, calling out names of fruits. I got his bag of colouring books and his box where he kept all his colour pencils, markers and crayon. He grabbed the large sketchpad I had also brought and plops on the floor. He grabs the box of colouring materials and just poured it onto the ground. He wiggled, dancing a bit as he searched for the right colour to begin with. I took out my phone and hit shuffle on the Disney playlist I had gotten on my spotify. S

Bram drew and drew, his tongue sticking out and his brow furrowed in concentration. Bram finally finished and handed me the drawing. I took one look at the drawing and chuckled.

"Who is that?"

"It's you, daddy." Bram said, giggling, sticking the colour pencil into his mouth and chewing on it. "You so silly."

It was a pencil drawing of me. He had drawn me, wearing a purple suit and he had used red colouring pencil for my hair, black liners for my shoes. It was funny. It was so funny.

"Where me?"

"What?"

"You suppose draw me too, daddy." he said and I silently gasped. I was supposed to do that but I got so caught up in watching him draw and calling him cute in my mind that I had forgotten to draw him.

"Daddy forgot, baby angel. Why don't you draw me something cute while I draw you, okay?" I asked.

"Okie, daddy."

Bram got to work, grabbing crayons this time. I had to grab an extra sketch book from the bedroom and then I also started drawing, using a plain black pencil. I simply sketched him out, shading here and there, especially the hair so I could bring out the curls and volume of his hair. It's been a while since I drew something and I liked how it came out. My art style was more like Boondocks art style and it actually wasn't something I liked doing. Or something I liked to pay attention to.

"I'm doneeeeeeeeee..." he sang, crawling towards me with his sketch book in hand. "I wanna see what daddy do."

"Here you go, baby boy." I said as I hand over the drawing. Bram takes one look at the painting and he gasped loudly.

"That me!" he said, letting go of the sketchbook he had been holding and pointed at the drawing of himself.

"That's you, sugar. Do you like it?"

"I love it!" he cheered, wrapping his arms around me, hugging me tightly. He was so happy, I could feel it. The giggling, the happiness. "Hang on wall?" he asked and I nodded.

Any thing my baby boy wants, he gets. I didn't have any extra frames but I did have blue tack, so it would stick until I get frames. Maybe I should do more drawings of Bram. Show him how beautiful he is from my point of view.

We spent another half an hour just painting and singing along with the songs playing from my phone. After that, it was time to get Bram some snacks and this time, I gve him tarts. The tarts were freshly baked from his favourite place, I had asked J to help buy it earlier today. I wanted to suprise Bram with it.

Bram takes one look at the tarts and cheered loudly, clapping his hand and jumping a bit. I had gotten him a lot. Double of different flavours. Of course, he picked out the orange flavoured tarts first and blackberry. I also gave him, his sippy cup of juice and he munched on it happily.

After snacks, came movies and if I never watch frozen again, I'd be happy. At least for a little while. I can't keep my little away from something he likes. It didn't bode well that I knew the lyrics to all the songs as well.

Dinner was cream pasta and chicken. Bram sat on my lap while I fed him his food. When he gets tired and sleepy he was really cuddly. Sleepy Bram was one of my favourite Bram's. He ate, he yawned and then it was bath time.

Since he was tired, he didn't resist, the option of a shower. A quick shower and brush of teeth later, he was in his jammies and under the covers, hair spread out on the pillow. He looked absolutely gorgeous. I pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you. I love you and I always love you."

I turned the lights off and closed the door on my way out.

Bram has been happy. He has been happy with me, has been happy for days and weeks and I needed Will gone and out of his life. I could do it the easy way or the .... yeah, the man doesn't really have an option. Either he listens or he gets shipped to a country or state where leaving is hard.

I walked down to the basement and pushed open the door. I was in my comfortable clothes today, just jeans and a hoodie. William was on the ground now. His shirt and pants in shred, dried and fresh blood all over his body. He had cuts, bruises, marks. His hair was pressed flat to his hair, matted down with blood.

He was a sight.

I grabbed the chair , dragging it back. The sound he made was so loud that William jerked up. I settled onto the chair, straddling it, looking right at him. Someone this small, unimportant had actually tried to touch Bram, had actually treated him badly. So useless. Nothing more than a rat, I could kill by stepping on his neck.

"You're going to leave." I said, my voice loud and clear so he could hear every word. "I don't want you in the same state or country as him. I don't want you breathing the same air as him. If I so much as catch you, you won't live to beg."

William openly cried, nodding his head. There was a small pathetic whisper of yes please.

"You had Bram and you treated him less than he deserved. You made him hide who he was, made him so afraid of his lifestyle that he likes. A lifestyle that makes him, him. You treated him that badly and yet the first thing you did when you found him again was threaten him and you made him so stressed, he cried so much and passed out." I said, leaning forward. "If you so much as text him, call him, be in the same room, state or country as him and I will kill you."

"I-I p-prom-mise. I s-swear."

I got J to clean up the trash in the basement. Since I had eaten with Bram, I had my shower and slipped into bed, simply dressed in my black boxers. I pulled Bram close to me and pressed a kiss to his forehead. I love you.

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