Stealing from the Mafia ( For Mavrick the mutt )

[crazyxanime]

“Find out who did this.” The ever-present growl sent shivers down spines. Every member of this – quite illegal – group was on the case. Find out who stole from the Boss. Nor was this the first time the little thief had taken things from the man. No, by his count it was about the seventh. Seven times this little shit had taken what was his. It varied -- Drugs, weapons, jewelry, and money. This mild criminal was becoming more of a nuisance than anything else, and while death was everyone’s thought process Giovanni had something else in mind. Torture. Why let the little fucker die without paying for what he’d done? Oh no, he needed to make sure to make an example of him. No one stole from the Mafia. Especially not some worthless little bug that didn’t even have the gall to show his face to the leader.

The order had been given a multitude of times, only this time the Boss made sure to get all his connections. His men would search for whoever thought this would be a good idea, as would the police. The whole police station was in his pocket. Not shockingly. Of course, the Mafia had connections in high and low places. Junkies would be a good help. Really, the entirety of Rome sat in his hands. Anyone would give the robber up, if they wanted to keep their lives.

It took a couple of days. But, in the end, Giovanni got what he wanted. Just like he always did. The meeting place was an old warehouse. A call came to his phone, indicating that the boy had been caught. A mere boy had done this? Been a thorn in his side, when men far stronger and capable would never dare to lay hand on him or his things? Not a child, but not quite an adult either. “Bring him here.” The man’s gruff voice demanded, and without hesitation the officer did as he was told.

There were few that did not fear the man. Family. Only his mother had ever truly held any threat over the boy. Family was the most important thing to him, and the one thing that would always be protected. His brothers and sisters would visit on occasion. The one time his men would see a different boss -- a kinder superior. A rare moment.

This would not be one of those moments. Respect had to be earned, and this boy had gained none. Well, there was something to say for the fact that he’d been so slippery for so long. Those times were over. The officer had him in the back of his car when he arrived, stepping out to speak to the leader. “He’s in there.” The man mumbled, unable to look Giovanni in the face. His incompetence had almost cost his family their lives.

“Leave us.” Giovanni ordered, though the cop attempted to speak up. A grip to the man’s chin showed he had better not. “Don’t worry. I won’t ruin your car. Nor will I get blood in it. I need to have a little chat with the thief.” The words were stern, tempting the man to speak further. He didn’t. The officer simply bowed his head and moved out of the way.

Without another word, Giovanni opened the back door to the car. Stepping inside, he took a seat, making sure to give the pair a moment of privacy. Once done they would get out, and the man would bring the boy into the warehouse for his punishment. The man was well dressed, black locks adorning his head. Sapphire hues pierced with a coldness that only the arctic could compete with. Fixing his tie, the man leaned back, glancing at the boy, who currently had his wrists handcuffed behind him.

“So, you’re the little shit that’s been stealing my things. Not really a smart move, kid.” He mentioned, watching the other’s reactions. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, boy? Before I decide your fate.”

[Mavrick the mutt]

Over the course of a year an eighteen year old by the name of Stoney Michel Duglas had broken into seven different warehouses all ran by the baddest mafia boss in Rome, his latest excavation? Breaking into the main building where Giovanni was usually found running his massive operation. The young man had stolen a variety of things from drugs, weapons, jewelry, and even money right out from underneath the man and every time some how managed to slip through his fingers. Of course there had been a couple of close calls but he was smart, he kept his face covered then would slip into crowded streets. The thing that people who knew of the kid found impressive however was the fact that he worked completely alone. Stoney was often called insane or even suicidal because not even the bravest of capable men dared to steal from Giovanni and trembled at the very mention of his name.

It didn’t take long for Stoney to hear about another target being placed on his back, the only difference was that now practically everybody in Rome that had connections to the man where tracking him down including the police. “.....alright....so just lay low for a week or two, and let it blow over.” He mumbled looking out the broken window of an old, crumbling and abandoned building he called home as well as the base of his own operations. The walls littered with hand drawn blue prints to the different building he’d broken into along with the time the guards switched shifts, where the weakest link in security was and his quickest way out. He was currently mapping out what would be his eighth target, the man’s own house. Well it would have been had things not gone as planned a couple days later.

Somebody had snitched on his whereabouts to the police and the building had been ambushed before he even had a chance to make a get away, of course he didn’t go without a fight which had resulted in him getting roughed up with a couple of bruises, split eye brow, and busted lip that fortunately hadn’t swollen up before being shoved into the backseat of the car with his hands cuffed behind his back. He watched the officer make a call and he was soon being driven out to what he assumed would be a meeting place or in the kids case his final resting place though it wouldn’t be like anyone would notice. He didn’t have a family or any family for that matter, it was just him. His parents where killed in a drunken car accident when he was about three leaving him with only his uncle who later passed when he was five leaving him the little gold chain that now hung around his neck. After his uncle passed Stoney had been thrown in and out of the foster system ruthlessly being passed around from family to family before finally having had enough at sixteen and ran away, of course he’d already had a small record of petty charges but once’s he was on his own that’s when the real crime began. Having worked his way up to stealing from The Giovanni in the course of just two years.

It took maybe about twenty minutes before they reached their destination and when Stoney glanced out the window of the backseat he could just barley see the large figure he assumed was the Mafia Boss. “This ought to be fun.” He said to himself as he slouched down in the backseat, he didn’t have to wait long however as his attention was pulled to the door as it was opened before the man got in and sat down beside the boy making him look like nothing more than a child in comparison, yet Stoney showed no sign of fear at the sight of him or even hinted that he was the least bit scared and that was because well....he wasn’t. His hazel eyes were dull and seemingly drained of any life and instead filled with pain and a burning anger brought about by the neglect, abuse, and abandonment he’d faced during his time in the foster home.

He listened as Giovanni addressed him as the little shit that’s been stealing his things before telling him that it wasn’t really a smart move. The man then asked him if he had anything to say for himself before he decided his fate. It was then Stoney raised his brow at the large man and sat up a bit in his seat. “Yea, I need a cigarette. Hoodie pocket if you don’t mind, welcome to one ya self if you want.” He said shifting his shoulders a bit. This of course looked as though he was merely itching his back against the seat but the reality of the situation was that he was picking the lock on his cuffs.

[crazyxanime]

Well, well. This little thief certainly had the courage of a lion, didn’t he? Or perhaps it was simple stupidity – naivety? No, he didn’t seem stupid. How much more embarrassing would this meeting truly be if the boy were a simpleton? There’s definitely a level of intelligence there. Not book smarts. After all, what kind of genius would actually steal from the biggest Mob Boss in Italy? It was something subtler; more from experience. Street smarts, as the youngsters say. It was something that would be of use to Giovanni, in the long run. Of course, that all depended on how the boy acted; whether the man would be torturing the boy to death, or whether he would be punishing him – just enough to make him learn, and then take him under his wing. Only time would tell. Currently, however, it seemed the boy was working his way more toward his own death.

Demeanor appeared calm, in both of them. Though Giovanni held an internal rage that would challenge even the strongest. The more the leader observed the boy, he more he found that he enjoyed his presence. They were similar to each other. Many aspects reflected that of a young Giovanni. That ache to be better than others, to challenge the social norm – that alone reminded the man of himself. Had the leader had the balls to rob from his predecessor, he would’ve. And perhaps he even did. A story for another day though. That’s not all. His eyes are cold, distant, and filled with the hatred of a thousand sons. Were strangers to meet them, they might even think there was some kind of kinship. The eyes are windows into the soul, after all.

While the observations are a pleasant surprise, the man gave little more than a smirk at the comment. The thief will learn his mistake in due time. “If you didn’t have that mouth on you, you might actually fool someone into thinking you were intelligent.” The man commented, leaning back into his seat. Hues lowered to watch the other shift. Perhaps a little anxious? Doubtful. The boy’s features held too cocky a complexion. The man decided to ignore it.

Knocking on the window of the car, the officer poked his head in. Giovanni’s head shifted toward the driver’s seat, and without hesitation the officer circled around the car and took his place, starting up the car. He’d given the man a heads up that their destination would potentially change. Why be uncomfortable in a police car or warehouse, when the man could take care of things directly in his home? Once movement began, the boss continued on the conversation with the boy.

“Ah, yes! How could I forget your cigarette?” A strong hand moved into the pocket, as directed, pulling out a cigarette back. One was placed between the man’s lips, lighter being drawn from his own pockets to light it. One was not offered to the other. “You can’t get out of this car.” He began carefully, now turning his head to look at the male. “Only he can let us out. It’s locked from the outside.” Reaching down beside him, Giovanni pulled out a file, something that had been kindly given to him by his friend in the front seat. It was Stoney’s. The information was intriguing, but nothing he hadn’t read before. Petty crime. Who in Rome hadn’t committed one or two? “See, I could easily have you taken to prison. Probably frame you for a couple of things. But where if the honor – or fun – in that? You’re more use to me on the outside than you are on the inside.”

Was he offering the boy a job on the spot? Not quite. “You owe me a lot of money. You’ve stolen many, many things from me. And as I’m sure you know, I don’t appreciate that.” Reaching forward the man took hold of the younger’s chin. Their faces mere inches from one another. “You’re going to pay me back. Every last cent.” Grip tightened slowly. “Plus interest. You can try to escape. You can hide, or run. But now that I know who you are – now that I know you’re face, you will always be hunted. So let me make this clear, for your little brain to comprehend.” Reaching back with the opposing hand, the boss withdrew a gun, placing it against the younger’s knee. “You try to run. You try to do anything that I don’t tell you to, and you will have a fate worse than death.” There was a bright smile that rose to the man’s lips, taking the cigarette away and handing it to Stoney. “Tell me I don’t have to beat the shit outta you, kid.”

[Mavrick the mutt]

Stoney was by no means stupid, after all what kind of an idiot would have been able to rob the biggest name in Italy and avoid getting caught for so long? Sure the kid had some book smarts but what he excelled at where smarts where really concerned was on the streets. He knew every back alley and the secrets they held along with the people. Now there was something that not even Giovanni knew of and it was that Stoney doubled as the ever elusive “Rat King” that had struck much smaller mafia strongholds with a group rather than flying solo which allowed him to strike several places at once though in reality he stood back and just directed on what to do and took his share of the stolen products which was how he’d gotten so good at slipping in and out of places as quickly as he did.

“Oh please, we’ve crossed paths many times and every time you looked at me like nothing more than just another dumb kid when in reality it baffles you to think I’d ever be capable of such a thing. If anything I prefer it that way.” He said hearing the slight click of the handcuffs unlocking, his hands remaining behind his back as though they were still restrained behind him for the time being. Cold eyes then followed the mans hand as he reached in and retrieved the pack of cigarettes from his pocket before only lighting the one for himself, and slight look of amusement crossing the boys features for a moment.the next set of words that left the mans lips however took quite a bit of self control for him not to make a smart ass remark about being told how cop cars worked and instead settled for rolling his eyes instead before his gaze shifted to the file with his name on it.

Stoney’s life hadn’t been easy by any means, and if you asked the 18 year old about it he kept it vague as the past wasn’t something he was all to fond of thinking about as it played a huge part in why he was the way he was. If anything you could call it a living hell having been abused most of his life wether it be physical, mental, verbal, and even emotional which would explain the cold and distant look his eyes that also bore an undeniable mixture of anger and hatred.

“...oh no, anything but prison” he said with dry sarcasm as he shifted his gaze towards the window seemingly ignoring the much larger male visually though remained listening as he spoke. When Giovanni grabbed his chin forcing Stoney look at him. The mob boss being met by a rather hostile set of narrowed eyes as the smaller glared though winced slightly as his grip slowly tightened before pulling free from his hold. His gazed then shifted to the gun that now rested against his knee. He stared at it for a moment before shifting his attention back to Giovanni and locked eyes with the boss, a small laugh leaving his lips as he took a drag of the cigarette. Before Giovanni could really react Stoney’s hands were free as he dropped the cuffs in the floor board while using his other to hook his finger under the barrel of the weapon and lifted it to where it was now aimed at his chest. “Face it Gio, you’ve got nothing to hold against me. I don’t have shit. No family, no friends, no kid. I have nothing to lose, so what makes you think I’m scared of a death threat.” He said before pushing the gun away with an amused breath and leaning his head back against the seat. His hands now resting in his front pocket while taking another drag and blowing the smoke upwards.

[crazyxanime]

Very interesting. So, this wasn’t the first time that the little brat had stolen from him. In fact, from the boy’s commentary, it seemed that he’d encountered him on multiple occasions. It’s amusing. To think that this… little boy thought that he would come out of this unscathed. In fact, he has the mouth to taunt the leader further. How cute. Sure, the man had lost quite a bit of money thanks to Stoney, but it wasn’t nearly enough to make a significant impact. At least. The ones he knew about. He’d have to do a little investigating to find out just how much the boy would have to pay him. And Giovanni expected to take all that he was owed.

But, as expected, the encounter held some amusement. The other wasn’t afraid to be shot. Or, perhaps he was just bluffing. Thankfully for him, the mob leader didn’t want him dead. Not yet. Not until he got everything from him. Hands are revealed and the gun is repositioned against the younger’s chest. Admittedly, the grin on his features was crawling further. Oh, how fun. Unfortunately for his new toy, the road to hell had many twists and turns – many of which, the leader had become familiar with. Hell, he’d personally led many men across the flames. The one thing that this boy had that the others hadn’t – the mafia leader’s delight. Whether that would end well for him or not was still to be seen.

Gun is moved, elbows sitting on the man’s knees as he observes. Chin rests on an open palm. After a moment the car comes to a stop. The headquarters aren’t far away. Home for him. The driver gets out, though doesn’t open the door. Not yet. Not until the man is ready to be let out. The conversation wasn’t over yet, but he allowed there to be silence lingering between them. A simple smirk as he allows the boy to finish his cigarette. In the meantime, the leader pulls his suit jacket off, laying it beside himself. The gun is placed back behind him, holstering it in its place. After which, fingers begin to fold his sleeves up to reveal tattooed arms.

“I don’t think I’m gonna kill you, kid.” The man hums, moving to grab the other’s shirt collar. The yank that comes next is hard, pulling the young thief down to his knees; keeping him between his own spread legs before the other, large hand is placed on the boy’s neck. Shirt is released, instead grabbing the boy’s wrist – just in case he tries anything. The man leans down, just enough to nearly touch the boy’s nose with his own.

“Oh, we’re gonna have a lot of fun, Stoney.” Voice holds a certain venom, something cold that wasn’t there before. Like it’s a threat, rather than something to make the other feel better. “You’re gonna be my new puppy, kid. You're absolutely right. You have no one that will miss you. That means, I get to keep you as long as I want.” Hands tighten their grip. “And before you give me one of your snarky comments, remember that I can make you suffer for a long, long time. So, puppy, I expect one reply from you from now on, try – yes, sir. And please, don't disappoint me.”

[Mavrick the mutt]

As Stoney finished his cigarette he couldn’t help but watch as the man began to take his coat, his brow raising a bit as he...well just watch out of fascinated confusion before noting him roll his sleeves up. Stoney naturally assuming the man was about crush him like a mere bug. “Damn, got my hopes up and everything” he said before his eyes widened as he was suddenly yanked forward and practically thrown to the floorboard in front of the man now having to look up, the force from the motion knocking the breath out of him for a moment.

The started expression lingering for only a moment as he eyes narrowed in a rather challenging manor before feeling the large hand wrapping around his neck while at the same time momentarily loosing the balance he had as Giovanni grabbed his wrist, the next thing Stoney knew was he was suddenly nose to nose with the mob boss. The boy felt his heart race a little at his words, his mind rapidly trying to figure out just what exactly the large man had in store for him before he began struggling to breath as the grip tighten around his neck causing him to wince.

His face soon began turning red as small tears pricked his eyes at the stead loss of air, and yet he held his glare before a small grin crossed his lips, what he did next possibly one of the ballsiest things one could do in his situation. As he vision began to fade Stoney jerked himself forward and kissed the man right on the lips before straining to speak “bite...me...”

[crazyxanime]

Again, quite a surprising reaction to a potentially life-threatening situation. The kiss is – sudden, causing confusion to crawl through his brain. Nonetheless, it’s exciting to see that rather than the usual. And the fact that the boy isn’t pissing himself only adds to his satisfaction. How very stubborn of the other to act this way. But, if he’s not careful, he might kill his new puppy without realizing it. Now the question is – should he knock the boy out and continue this discussion upstairs? On a comfortable bed? Or does he want to finish in the car?

The hand settled upon the younger’s neck loosens, allowing Stoney to breathe, just barely. “Oh? Is that how you intend to pay me?” The man questions, head tilting as he observes the color beginning to return to the thief’s skin. Once the color is to his gratification, he uses the same hand to push the other down; back against the floorboard of the car, holding him down as the man moves to straddle the younger’s hips.

Hand releases his neck now, and instead grabs the other hand, each held above the one below him. Body moves down, lips moving to whisper in Stoney’s ear. “You’re gonna start listening, pup. Do I need to teach you a lesson first?”

[Mavrick the mutt]

Stoney coughed a bit as his airway opened back up, the blood rushing back to his head causes him to momentarily feel sick to stomach for a moment before it settled whilst the massive blur in front of him started to come back into focus. The next thing he knew he was on his back now laying on the floor board with his arms pinned above his head all the while the much larger man straddled his hips leaving him virtually immobile as he stared up at the man, both shock and confusion crossing his features and yet...his eyes held no fear.

The hair on his arms rising while involuntary chills ran down his body when the man whispered next to his ear. Truth be told Stoney was a bit stumped in his current situation and for a few seconds he was silent as he tried to think of anything to say before motioning for the man look up only to do the jerking motion to the best of his ability at the moment before flipping him the bird. A small laugh leaving his lips as his head thudded softly against the floor board as he stared at him, the cocky little smirk never leaving his lips before lifting his head again and making an audible bite sound next to the others ear in response. It seemed Stoney was trying to find what made the man tick.

[crazyxanime]

Very interesting. Hues follow the movement, gaze settling on the hand flipping him off. How rude. Well, just because the boy was humorous didn’t mean he wasn’t going to teach the little one a lesson in respecting his elders. He’d play along for a moment longer. Body shifts up, allowing room for his movements. Stoney’s wrists are moved together, one large hand joining them to keep them in place. The other hand grabs at the handcuffs so carelessly thrown to the ground earlier.

“Be a good boy.” The leader coos, placing the cuffs back on the other’s wrists – if not a little too tight for good measure. Next comes his tie, using it to wrap the wrists as well. He has to make sure his little pet doesn’t get free again. Restrained wrists are pulled up by the tie, wrapping the end around the handle of the door; the other digits easily unbutton his thief’s pants. “And maybe, I won’t go so hard on you.” Hand easily pushes the pants and boxers down, hues never leaving the other’s facial features. He wants to see that smug look leave his face. Seat is once again taken, smirk lifting to the leader’s features.

A feigned pout is offered to the younger, left arm moving to pull Stoney’s legs up. Opposing hand moves up, coming down on the boy’s bare bottom with a hard, powerful smack.

[Mavrick the mutt]

He winced as the handcuffs once again found their way around his wrist only significantly tighter then the last, not a problem though he could always pick himself free again. Well that what he assumed before the man followed it up bounding his wrists together with his tie now making it impossible for him to even attempt, especially now that he was attached to the door with no real room to fight back. He tugged against the tie for a moment only to confirm he definitely wouldn’t be able to yank the fabric loose as it seemed the man was quite familiar with doing such things.

His demeanor was calm and collected, well that was before Giovanni undid his jeans before pushing both his pants and boxers out of the way. His demeanor cracking but only for a second as it seemed the teen hadn’t really planned this far ahead having assumed the mob boss would have killed him and been done, and yet here he was. Both hands bound securely to the door handle above his head. Once the material was out of the mans way it had revealed that for starters Stoney had just been trying to fuck with the man as he was in no way aroused...well maybe a little but he wasn’t gonna admit that. Especially not to him. And two, was well. Let’s just say he certainly didn’t have anything to be ashamed about.

He struggled a little as his legs where lifted up, just what the hell was he ab- and before he could even finish his thought his attention was immediately pulled to the sharp pain that now lingers as an uncomfortable sting, the initial impact of the mans hand pulling a sharp pained hiss from the smaller male as his body tensed for a minute. What ever smart ass remark the kid had planned on throwing at Giovanni was quickly forgotten in that moment as his forehead rested against his arm. “Son of a bitch, fuck you” he snapped once he’d regained his composure