First day of school, wise words from your father:

”Don’t be scared to start a fight, but always finish it.”

That really stuck with you throughout the years. Some brats badmouthing you, the kids saying in inappropriate ‘jokes’ to you. Picking on you. Oh god it was hard to convince Consigiere and Caporgime to not snap their neck.

But one day, it was too hard to contain yourself. Some annoying classmates punched you when you accidentally ran into them. Three kids. . . Would you win this?—Yes.

Oh god, it was gory. You had one kid crying and running to the teachers, one in a chokehold and the third trying to pull you away from their friend. You REALLY lost it this time. —————————————————————————

At the moment, you were siting alone in a room, your arms crossed. You waited for the principal to come and ESPECIALLY Soldier— of course your dad too, but Soldier was much better at comforting. . . So was Contractee.

The door clicked open, and the nurse let you to the principle’s office. Your dad sitting in the chair, and you sat next to him. Oh god. . . This was gonna be a looong chat.

But, your dad was actually proud of you. He drove you home, you getting a BUNCH of attention from all four of your father’s henchmen. Soldier was asking if you were ok, Caporgime asking who the kids were, Consigliere asking what fighting moves you used, and Contractee asking how many kids you fought.

You sat on the couch, holding an ice-pack over your eye from a punch you got. You watched Soldier and Contactee play-wrestle. Bumping and ramming Into each other and various pieces of furniture. Caporgime was making himself a drink, and Consigliere was laying out the couch next to you too. Mafioso, your father was out, handling ‘things’ with your school. All four men that were SUPPOSED to watch you, didn’t pay much attention to you, doing their own things. But you did see Soldier almost fall over from Contractee ramming into him, he didn’t dodge fast enough because he was glancing at you, making sure you were ok.