Little Mafia Boy (BoyxBoy) #1

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Pit of Guilt

{Nico}

"I'm freezing." I said clattering my teeth in the passenger seat and sniffed once to stop my nose from running. My nose was runny partially because I was cold and the other part was because I had actually cried on Junky's back, embarrassingly enough.

I reached over and turned the hot air on to the max volume and put on the hood of Junky's sweater over my head. He let me borrow it since the clothes I was wearing were completely soaked and getting stiff from the cold. "No one forced you to jump down from the second story balcony and into the pool." Frederik reminded me.

"No one told me Junky was placed directly behind the wall. I thought he was out on the streets somewhere." I said as I sunk deeper in the seat to hide my growing embarrassment.

Looking back at it, I realized that I really didn't need to jump straight into the pool. I had lost my shoes in the process so if Junky hadn't been placed exactly where he was, the redhead would have gotten away because I wouldn't have been much use to anyone barefooted. Then again, I felt like someone needed to applaud my valiant efforts. For even a millisecond I felt like a badass jumping from that height unharmed.

Junky brought me back to reality as he said, "Ay, kid, you're more stupid than I thought." He was sitting in the back with Dylan because I wasn't about to let anyone else have the passenger seat. "And you too, Winter. I can't believe you let him jump. We would have lost out one beacon of hope in this whole investigation. 'T' is going to kill you. Hasta la vista. Its been nice knowing you. Sayonara. I wish you all the best in-"

"Junky. Stop talking. I get it." Frederik said with an exasperated sigh. "I didn't know Nico was going to jump. He threw his phone at me and flew through the air. I was also at a loss for words trying to comprehend what happened."

"What if you had gotten hurt?" Dylan asked slightly kicking the back of my seat. "You'd be out of commission and our chances at finding your brother would be low."

I rolled my eyes thankful that no one could see me since it was dark out and the only light coming in was the street lamps and occasional stop lights. "Our chances are already to the center of the fucking earth but I get your point. You're right." I said suddenly not even in the mood to argue.

"Okay, lower than they are now and- I'm sorry, what?"Dylan asked with a shocked tone. "Did you just agree with me?"

"I- what? No." I said momentarily confused. "I didn't. Don't talk to me. I feel like I'm losing precious brain cells." I heard junky laugh behind me and I turned around only enough to look at him, "What?"

"Nothing. You two seem to get along quite well." Junky answered with a small grin.

"Gross. I don't interact with brainless Donkeys." I said pointing at Dylan.

"Why do you always have to throw some kind of rude comment at me? This is hardly the time for it." Dylan asked with an irritated glare as I looked towards him.

I raised one eyebrow and said, "Then stop leaving yourself open for me to throw jabs at you. If you're going to be mad at anyone, be mad at yourself for being such an easy target."

"Am I an easy target because I'm not apart of the Mafia but a normal civilian?" He questioned coming to his own conclusion, "What will it take for you to finally accept me as a human being and not a donkey or just some hindrance?"

"A lightning strike by Zeus himself?"

"Why can't you ever be serious when I ask you a question. It's always some kind of sarcastic remark or a rude comment."

"It's fun to annoy you." I shrugged and turned around to sit normally in the seat.

"Is that really all there is to it? You started acting this way with me the moment you sensed my interest in Max."