Song: Unforgiven, by Creed (For the Punk guy)

Last night still seemed to be a dream to Kevin.

Knowing that his godfather was involved with that kind of people was something really shocking. Since a long time was Kevin's godfather, Francis, who took care of him. Always with great affection and love, always very careful and he did an excellent job of father and mother.

Francis always had the power to inspire Kevin. The uncle was a strong guy, in every way. Esthetically, his godfather had a square jaw and defined, as well as his own, and even with the age his body was still set. Francis used to practice baseball and Kevin always accompanied him during his games. And a hell of a player was his uncle, Kevin was delighted. This inspired him to play sports, he used to play baseball, but football had always been his passion. His uncle always supported him. Kevin has always believed that the white hair that was growing in Francis, was only signal of more wisdom.

Now this sweet person had been threatened by whatever it was, and Kevin just didn't understand. How could anyone threaten his godfather, who had always been an example of person?

The answer of this question his godfather was refusing to give.

Last night, when Francis had calmed down, Kevin decided to ask what it all meant. Francis hesitated, and Kevin knew he wanted to talk about the why of it all, but finally said again that it was only a complication at work.

It was then that Kevin realized he had never wondered on what his uncle worked.

"I work with deliveries only." Francis explained last night.

It wasn't just that and Kevin knew it, but for now he decided that this answer was what he wanted to hear. Those guys, however, said that they would return, and Kevin wanted to help Francis in case this happened.

"Please, son, I'm a grown up man. I know how to take care of my own problems." Francis said with a smile.

Kevin sighed, but didn't say he had agreed not to help if necessary. "So that's why you weren't in my game?

Francis squinted and sighed. "It was. I know that this game was important to you."

"And it was." Kevin pouted.

Francis smiled. "But I promise I will see you win the final!" And raised his hand for a fist bump.

Kevin smiled and put his fist into his uncle. "Forgiven."

Even though Francis was smiling, Kevin realized that his eyes were sad. Francis was always very cheerful, even in tougher times, for him to be in that way, it was more serious than Kevin could imagine.

A while later, his godfather said he needed to go to work to solve the problem of yesterday, Kevin immediately said that he would go along, and Francis immediately denied. Kevin balked a bit, but finally decided to allow his godfather to go alone.

It's amazing how fast the universe gives me happiness and then immediately takes it away from me, with a punch in the nose as a bonus. He thought.

Kevin's phone rang announcing a message, but at the same time the doorbell of his house rang, and he decided that the visit was more important.

When he opened the door Kevin raised both eyebrows when he saw the punk of last night, standing shamelessly in the door of his house. "Now is later." The punk said with that annoying russian accent.

"What do you want?"

"Woa! These are manners?" Punk looked amused at irritating Kevin. "You will accompany me on a delivery."

Kevin raised an eyebrow. The same job that my uncle?

When Kevin did not move the punk sighed. "If you don't come, I have my ways to make you move." He said placing his hand on his waist, lifting his shirt slightly to show a belt with knives stuck there and lazily leaned his elbow on the door arch.

Kevin stared the punk for a while. "Fine! Hold on a second." He closed the door at the other's face and went to get his cell phone and put on his shoes.

"That was very rude." The punk said when Kevin returned.

"Whatever." Kevin followed the other to the car.

The punk did not contain a laugh. "You'll see that I'm not the bad guy." He smiled at Kevin when both entered the car. "Put on the belt, k?"

Kevin put it, and suspiciously looked out of the corner of his eyes to the punk. He knew it was dangerous to be there, but he hadn't had another option. Or he would go or he would go.

"Is there a problem?" The punk asked.

Kevin didn't notice that he was looking directly at the other. He cleared his throat. "Where are we going?"

"That you'll see, Pumpkin!" The other replied with a smirk on his face.

"What?" Kevin made a mockery face.

The blonde laughed out loud. "I think it suit very well with you. By the way" he gave his hand to Kevin without drawing the attention of the track "I'm Plank!"

Kevin didn't return the compliment.

"Oh! I thought American boys were more educated." He used his outstretched hand to change the gear.

Kevin's patience ended. "What the fuck is your problem? You want me to treat you like an old friend when you were at my house, THREATENING my godfather? And moreover you threatened ME today. I'm not here by choice. I just didn't denounce both of you because Francis made me do it." Kevin finished breathlessly.

"Clever of him." Plank took out a cigarette and lit it.

How can he be so cynical? Kevin thought.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence between the two, Plank looked at Kevin. "I hope it won't take you long to see the things." He finished with his typical smile.

"What the...?"

"Get out, we arrived."

While Kevin went down, Plank was taking a suitcase from the trunk.

"What's in here?" Kevin asked when Plank threw the suitcase at him, following him to the inside of an old warehouse.

"You really are slow."

Kevin rolled his eyes and stuck his free hand in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"When you enter do not say a word, got it?" Kevin just looked at Plank, who smiled. "Good."

The inside of the warehouse was being illuminated only by the dim light that was coming in from the high windows, and now from the opened door. There also were five men sitting in scattered places. When they realized the two intruders everyone stood calmly and the bigger of them came forward to the front of the two.

He had a military bearing, with hair and beard neatly trimmed. His right eye was marked by a scar as well as the upper left side of his lip. Because he was shirtless, you could see that his whole body was covered in tattoos. In his mouth was a cigar.

"Is this the entire delivery?" He also had a russian accent.

"It was reviewed twice." Plank pointed to the briefcase and Kevin lifted it.

"Gimme it rusthead." Kevin grimaced at the nickname, but headed with a short walk up to the man. "Who is he anyway?" The guy said removing the suitcase from Kevin's hands.

Plank smiled and looked at Kevin. "Godson of Francis. He's helping me today." He finished staring at the man with certain challenge in his eyes.

The man sniffed, and turned to a companion and said something in russian. The other took a suitcase like what Kevin was holding and handed it to the man. He moved toward Plank and handed the suitcase to him, but didn't let go of it, he approached the punk ear and whispered in Russian.

"You're getting into trouble."

Plank grabbed the man's nape to get closer to his ear. "Everything was Boss' orders."

Kevin stared blankly without understand shit of what they were saying.

The man turned away and stared Plank with a frown.

"Get out!" He spoke in English.

Plank turned and wrapped an arm around Kevin's neck forcing to retire too.

"You'll still get screwed Plank." They heard the man say, but Plank only showed back his middle finger.

When they left the warehouse Kevin took Plank's arm off of his shoulder. "How can you treat those guys the way you did? They were all armed, in case you hadn't noticed."

Plank put the suitcase in the trunk. "They would not dare do anything." Said lighting another cigarette. "Before I leave you home, let's move to my own."

Kevin entered the jeep, but stayed Plank outside to finish his cigarette. "Really?" Kevin raised an eyebrow.

"Is there a problem, Pumpkin?" Plank said leaning an arm on the door and looking inside.

"Would you stop calling me that?"

"No. It's so you." The usual smirk painted his face.

"I have na..."

"I know Kevin, but I prefer that." Plank said getting into the car.

Kevin didn't remember having spoken his name to punk. Perhaps his godfather had said, but he still wary of it.

Francis.

So it was that he was involved in.

Why?

Kevin refused to talk until they arrived to Plank's house. He lived in a seven-storey building, a nice one, but poor cared. They entered the elevator and Plank pressed the seventh floor button. When they arrived, the apartment was bigger than it appeared.

Plank opened the door and allowed Kevin entered. "Welcome to my humble abode."

Kevin went and Plank barely stepped a foot inside the house, a small child appeared grabbing his legs in a tight embrace.

"Hello little Jim. How was your day?"

Kevin was astonished.

The little boy with big green eyes stared at Kevin, smiling shyly.

This made Plank laugh. "I know he's ugly, but it has no need to be afraid of him."

Kevin raised an eyebrow.

"He isn't ugly." Jim scowled at Plank.

Punk laughed and looked at Kevin. "Now you have a fan!"

Kevin had to smile.

"Where is your brother?"

"Takin' care of the others." Jim replied with a grin.

"Go there with him then, Plank has to talk to uncle Kevin here, ok?"

Jim said "ok" and forced Plank to crouch in order to place a kiss on his cheek, before retiring bouncy.

Kevin raised his eyebrows. "Others?"

"Others" are only plants; he has this craze habit to make anything become part of the family. But actually it's just he, Al and me." Plank said going into the kitchen.

Kevin followed him and leaned against the cabinet. "They are your brothers?"

"If you want to call us like that, then yes, but in fact they kind of adopted me."

"How so?"

"Do you drink?" Kevin took the bottle of beer Plank was offering. "Come here."

Plank passed Kevin, heading to the terrace of the building. Kevin became stunned when he got there. There was a deck constructed candidly, surrounded by a variety of different types of plants and flowers.

Plank realized Kevin had stopped walking and looked at him, smiling. "This is one of the advantages of living on the last floor." He said holding out both hands to the side.

Plank went to where the two children were. Jim was holding a watering can almost bigger than him, so that he had difficulty in performing his task, but had a pervaded expression on his face, showing that he wasn't willing to give up. The other boy was identical to his younger brother, but his features were more delicate. He was fertilizing some plants, also concentrated, but when he saw Plank, his eyes shone softly.

Being a bit far, Kevin couldn't hear what the two were talking, but whatever Plank has told it made Al blush. The Punk smiled affectionately and kissed the boy's forehead, turning to talk to Kevin.

They sat on the railing of the building.

"So?" Kevin wanted to know more about this guy, who was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

Plank smiled. "Well! See who's curious." Kevin scoffed, but said nothing, and then Plank continued. "Two years ago I was making a delivery to the weirdest guys I've ever had the misfortune to meet. They not only trafficked drugs, they also trafficked children. I only discovered this later, because if I had known that before, I would never have any contact with them, but according to the boss, work is work. For me, however, we don't compare drugs with children. On the day of the delivery, they were with boys there. I became possessed at the time. I was younger so I lost the control of my angry very fast. I shot the guy and after that I just remember the chaos. My fellow teammates shooting at the guy's, but all I could see was those two in the middle of the shooting. I ran to strip them away from there. Little Jim was crying uncontrollably, and Al was doing everything to calm him down. I managed to strip them of that mess unscathed, I on the other hand..." Plank lifted his shirt to show a scar on the right chest. "I almost died, but at the time I didn't care. The two kids were safe. The Boss, however made sure to let me live, according to him, I fucked up the best deal that he had ever arrange and he almost shoot me, but he didn't. As for the boys, he said that their life now belonged to me. How could someone, who couldn't even take care of themselves, could take care of two children? I myself was a child. But both wanted to be with me, and in those two years they taught me the responsibility of wanting to protect someone other than myself. Through them I was able to mature and become a... better 'brother'." He smiled at Kevin and took a sip of the beer. "That's basically it."

"Basically, huh?"

"Basically" The punk laughed. "I'm all what they two have, and vice versa."

Kevin didn't know what to say. That guy was a totally different person than he had thought.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Plank shrugged. "Because whenever I leave the house I stay no more than two hours away. Even if Al is very responsible for his age they are only children. And because, well... I said I wasn't the bad guy and wanted to show you this. "

"Then why do you work with this kind of thing?"

"'Basically' I grew up in this environment; it wasn't an option to me. Even though I did not want to be part of it, my father, well, it was one of the best. Now, I just don't care. "

"Your father..."

"He left me with the boss when I was at fourteen age and went to anywhere with some whore." He took another sip of the beer.

This was the life of this man?

"I didn't bring you here to have mercy on me, just wanted you to see that not everything is what it seems."

Kevin looked vaguely to the city. "I see that."

The day of Kevin went well. The punk was highly talkative and Kevin felt comfortable talking with him, but only the minimum, he still didn't trust him. The two boys were even more friendly, but it took a little more to Al sympathize with Kevin. Jim, on the other hand, had adopted him right away to the family.

Kevin decided it was time to leave when it started to get dark. Jim decided that he should stay. Kevin was having fun with that peculiar family, but he really had to go.

Plank was willing to take him, but Kevin refused.

"It's over an hour away walking." Plank said picking up the car keys.

"Seriously dude, don't worry." Kevin put his hand on Plank's, and showed a serious expression. "Just tell me how to get there, yes?" He smiled.

Guys, I'm in love with Plank's family hahaha (I also ship PlankxAl)