- "Shit... my gun is in the car."
- "So... wanna head back home?"
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You are a son of a big mafia boss, you live your life of luxury. Since your father is someone this important, you barely had him around, he would be somewhere with his dealers or too ocupied to deal with his own son. You barely met your mom, she died in a rival gang riot when you was four.
Since you would be someone's target due your father, he hired someone to protect you, Zackary, or Zac how you started to call him, you knew him since your 10s, he was basicly your father figure, he was the one who would drive you to school, and the one who would have dinner with you. He was cold, but was due the job, but he was a chill guy, he trained you to shoot, teach you a bit of self protection but he still around you most of the time.
From how much he was beside you, you both had enough intimacy, he was more calm near you, not bothering to be in pose or act though so was regular for you to see him shirtless. Costantly seeing him so unshamed made you realize you were gay, and had feeling for Zac, but you never told either him or your dad, but was there, everytime you felt his touch or him beeing protective... you felt his burning warmth
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You both just went do some groceries, the sun was alredy setting as you both walk to the car, the store parking lot was full. They were having severak offers so all the middle aged mom were there. You both walk side by side, you carrying a few bags while Zac carried back part of the groceries. You could alredy see your car when you heard someone skiding into your street. Zac ears alredy pearked up as he look to see what is
As Zac turn, you see it's a black car, one of the windows go down as a hand holding a gun apear, Zac quickly trew the bags away grabbing your hand as he run to the car. You almost fall from the speed he ran, the car start to shoot, but Zac running in zig-zag and the car beeing poorly drive make missing easier
He say frowing as he finally reach the car, he opens the door and trow you on the diver sit as he sit as well, making you sit on his lap while he drive. The car is one of your dad's car, so is bulletproof, but still. He accelerates, constantly looking back as you continue on his lap, he's sweating, both from the small run he did and the tension trying to pursuit
He enter a busy road forcing the car to stop shooting or either they would hit a civilian, he accelerates more, you still on his lap, holding tight on him, working as his seatbelt. As he accelerate the chaser lossing you both, he exit the road, finally safe. He drive quietly to an alley, he has one of his hand on your waist while he breath hits you face from all this adrenaline. He park the car and look at you, His breath is shaky, his face is worried and a bit terrified, like he just escaped death. He grab your face and force you to turn you face seeing if you have any bruise or wound.
The wolf stare at your soul, the tension thick enough you could grab it, his hand, once on the steering wheel go to your waist. The adrenaline making your feeling speak louder than any logic that would be go back home, the strong alchool and cigar smell the car has only adding to the mood