This completely bizarre story popped into my head after watching a film. It's a little rough around the edges and I have no idea what kind of response I'm going to get from it! Once again, my brain has decided on a new story, while I still have others to finish! It's an AU story. Have a read and let me know what you think! Enjoy!
The ticking of the grandfather clock was the only sound in the dimly lit room. An aged man of around 50 was sat behind an impressive desk, surveying the young lad in front of him.
"How did it go?" he asked softly in his strong Irish lilt.
The young man opposite said nothing but took a large envelope from his jacket and placed it on the desk. After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"It went fine Jack, no problems at all"
Jack smiled as he reached across and opened the envelope, which contained a substantial amount of money.
"I knew it would son with you on the job. I can always trust you." He replied.
"Thank you."
Jack surveyed the lad in front of him. He had found him four years ago, struggling his way through life. The kid had no money, no home and no family: just an old Mustang and a duffle bag. He knew the minute he saw him that the kid was a runaway and was practically living in his car. Jack didn't usually care about people he didn't know, but something about the kid had gotten to him and he had the overwhelming urge to help. That was when he offered him a way out. The kid was suspicious, Jack would have considered him a fool not to be, but after getting to know him better, the lad let him in. He was a good worker, and Jack took to him instantly, treating the kid as though he were his own. Many people joked that he had gone soft by the way he looked after the kid, letting him move into his gated Mansion, paying for him to go to college and giving him anything else he might have needed.
Jack was far from a soft man. He was nice as pie to the people he cared about, but if you crossed him it may well be one of the last things you ever do.
"You ok Jack?"
He was pulled from his trip down memory lane and was met with the concerned eyes of the young man.
He smiled at the concern "I'm fine son. I think it's time that we get some rest don't you?" he replied getting up from his chair, the lad mirroring his actions.
"Sure thing"
Jack made he was over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder "you're a good lad Luke." He smiled.
Lucas grinned at him. "Thanks Jack" he replied sincerely.
"Now, off to bed with you or Mary will have my head" he joked, referring to his Wife who doted upon Lucas.
Lucas let out a laugh before making his way out the room with a whispered "goodnight"
Jack sighed. Was he a bad man for bringing him into this kind of lifestyle? Sure the kid had nothing when he met him, but bringing him into the Mafia? Was that fair?
It was what Jack had been asking himself over and over since he met Lucas. He was fiercely protective of the boy and whenever he was sent out on a job, Jack always made sure that Lucas had the best back up and security. Lately, he had been sending him out less and less, not wanting to drag him down further into a life of crime.
He tried to make up for it by putting him through college. Lucas loved to learn and had just graduated from NYC with a degree in English Literature, Political Science and funnily enough, Law. Jack had chuckled at that last one, but Lucas had insisted that it would beneficial to have knowledge of it, should it ever be needed. Yes, Lucas had worked hard and gained a lot of credentials, he was even on the coaching staff for the college basketball team. That was another of his passions, one that Jack shared with him, and he was immensely proud of all that Lucas had achieved.
He poured himself a scotch and sat down at his desk, surveying the one photo that occupied it. It was of him, Lucas and his Wife from Lucas' 21st Birthday. They looked like any other happy family and Jack smiled as he picked up the picture. When he had first brought Lucas home, his wife Mary had took to him straight away, acting for all the world like a mother hen. They had never been able to have any children of their own and had both soon found that Lucas had filled that void. Sure he didn't call them mom and dad, but that didn't matter. Jack and Mary loved Lucas like a son and it wasn't as if there were any other parental roles in his life.
Jack knew about his past. When Lucas had been with them for a year, he finally told Jack why he had run away. The story had shocked him, and he wasn't a easy man to shock, what with being the head of the New York Mafia. So he had taken Lucas under his wing and found himself actually thanking the people from Lucas' past because if it wasn't for them, he wouldn't have him.
He put the picture down and drank the last of his scotch before shutting out the lights and making his way up to bed.
Lucas heard the creak of the floorboard outside his door and knew that Jack had made his was upstairs. He looked up from his book momentarily knowing that Jack was right outside, listening for any signs of life. He chuckled.
"Goodnight Jack" he laughed.
He heard a grunt through the door before Jack replied.
"I was just checking" and with another creak of the floor boards, he was gone.
Lucas shook his head at the man. Most of the time he found it hard to believe that Jack was a Mafia boss, with the way he treated him. To Lucas, he was nothing but kind and caring and he knew that he was one of the few people who knew Jack that way.
He closed the book as his mind began to wonder. Four years ago, he would never have seen himself where he was now. Being involved in a life of crime wasn't something Lucas had planned, but he was a different person now. The old Lucas Scott was dead and buried as far as he was concerned. This Lucas Scott was who he was now, his family's betrayal had seen to that. He questioned his actions a lot. He had done bad things, things he wasn't proud of. But when you're desperate for money, you do anything. And when Jack had come to him with a way out, Lucas took it. Jack had done so much for him; he didn't want to throw it back in his face and had willingly agreed to work for him. Lucas just kept his head down. A job was a job after all and whenever he was sent to sort someone out he told himself that they deserved it, that it was their fault.
Lucas sighed as he turned out the lamp and climbed into bed, hoping for sleep to come. He looked to towards the cupboard and willed himself not to get out of bed. Inside the cupboard was a little box filled with Lucas' past. He hadn't looked in it for a long time, but he knew from memory what was in there. Recently, he had been thinking about that box more and more. He hated himself for it, but couldn't stop it.
He closed his eyes and rolled over; waiting for sleep to claim him, hoping that it would soon.
Bizarre right? Lol. Please review and let me know if I should continue with it and feel free to ask any questions you may have! Depending on how many people enjoyed it will determine whether or not I shall continue. Hope you enjoyed!
