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A/N: Happy Monday my wonderful readers! This was one of my favourite chapters write. I think it's one of my cutest. High Guardian, I'm pretty sure this is going to be your favourite chapter. Four more chapters and they're gonna be MARRIED are you guys excited? I'm excited! As always don't forget to leave a review and I'll see you guys on Wednesday.

Chapter 336

Nahele came down in the morning to the woman his mom had introduced as his Auntie Jian and his Uncle Oz's girlfriend making breakfast. Which was oatmeal. Uncle Oz was sitting at the table reading through the newspaper, still in a suit, which was weird because they all came with suitcases so he must have brought a change of clothes.

His new Uncle Con, however, was still asleep on the couch, sprawled out and snoring.

"Morning," Jian said as he came down and he smiled at her, accepting the bowl. "Wo says that your mom's pancakes are special so I wasn't even going to try to make them."

Smart woman, no one ever got her recipe right, even when she gave it to them. Steve was convinced that she was purposely leaving out something, a secret ingredient if you will. When asked, Rowan would just say the secret ingredient was love and Steve would get annoyed with her.

Nahele took his bowl and sat down at the table. Uncle Oz was at the head of the table so he took the seat to his left. He had a half-eaten grape fruit in front of him and a mug of coffee. And since he didn't see anything to put butter on but a bit of butter was missing from the butter dish, he assumed that like Steve, Uncle Oz had used butter in his coffee.

Nahele couldn't help but watch Oz. His mom's adopted older brother. The man's burn scars made him look scary, but the other half of that intimidation was the silent and yet oppressive air of danger that radiated off of him. From what he had seen, Oz never smiled, he held himself with an air of confidence he had never seen before. Like he knew he was untouchable, unstoppable, and lethal.

"Did you kill the people who took mom?" he asked after a moment.

Oz shot him a glance. "No," he answered stiffly, and then he jerked his head towards the couch where Uncle Con was still snoring. "He did. Well… most of them, one of them is in the wind, but I'll find her."

He then made a big show of snapping his paper to put it up in front of his face again. It was clear that the conversation was supposed to be done, Nahele got that. He just didn't care.

"So what exactly is it that you do? Mom's never been very open about it, and Da… Steve just says that you're like a criminal mastermind or something…"

The paper half lowered to reveal an unimpressed glare. For a second Nahele was certain the man wouldn't answer, but Jian took the seat opposite him and on Oz's other side and interrupted the conversation.

"Why don't you call him dad? Rowan adopted you, doesn't that make Steve your dad?"

Nahele opened his mouth to answer but Oz beat him to it. "Rowan adopted Nahele on her own. They just live with Steve."

Jian nodded, a silent oh on her face. But that only sated her for a brief moment.

"Why?"

"Steve doesn't do well with commitment," Oz answered absently once more. "She didn't think he'd handle it well since she was choosing to go through with the adoption I think… three days after she came back?"

"Four," Nahele whispered and Oz finally put down the paper and turned to his girlfriend. "I'm sorry, it was four days after she came back. The first three days were just sex if I remember correctly."

Jian practically choked on her oatmeal and then shot a glance at Nahele. "Wo!" she chided. "Don't talk like that in front of their kid."

Oz shot him a glance and then turned back to her. "He's a teenager, I assume he's aware that the two of them have sex considering the frequency the two go at it."

"Yes but he doesn't need to hear that," she chided. "How would you like it if I brought up all the sex Doris and your dad must be having? Don't they have like 30 years to make up for?"

"Ew, why would you…" he then paused and turned the kid. "I'm so very sorry for bringing this up."

Nahele shook his head and tried not to laugh. "It's fine."

Oz then checked his watch. "It's almost time for school. And your Uncle Danno is on his way. I'd like to limit my interactions with Williams as he's very annoying, so I'd like you ready to be out the door when he arrives."

"What are you going to do today?" Nahele asked spooning the last of his oatmeal into his mouth.

"I unno, tourist stuff I suppose."

"Why are you dressed to go to the office then?"

Oz looked down at what he was wearing and then turned his eyes back to Nahele. "What's wrong with my outfit?"

"It's Hawaii… it's hot. And you're on vacation."

"He has a point it's not very casual," Jian whispered and Oz shot her a glare.

"It never hurts to put your best face forward even in casual settings."

Nahele smiled at him. "You can borrow some of Steve's clothes if you need them. They might be a bit long for you though. You know if you need it."

"I don't need to wear your dad's clothes," Oz told him. "And I don't need to change." He paused a bit and then added: "He's not that much taller than me."

"What if she wants to go to the beach?" Nahele asked.

At that the newspaper was slammed down to table and Oz turned an almost dangerous glare onto the kid. "Don't you have school to get ready for?"

Nahele had the nerve to shoot him a smirk similar to the kind of smirk Rowan gave him when she knew that he had been beaten by her.

"Yeah. And I'll pick out some of Steve's stuff that might look good on you."

As he left Wo shook his head. Well, he definitely could see Rowan in the kid.

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When Conejo woke up that day, Nahele had already gone to school. Wo, who was dressed in baggier then usual casual clothes, had asked him if he wanted to go with him and Jian for some sightseeing by the beach. But Con had gotten enough of the beach and the ocean the last time he was in Hawaii when he had to jump into a filling cave to save Steve.

He stayed at the house ate food and watched TV. And when he wasn't doing that he was setting up a better surveillance system so no stupid serial killers would be getting back into that house, even if Rowan and the kid were inside it.

And if they did, her app would notify him and Wo so that they could call her and she could pull them in to deal with the situation.

Jian and Wo came back sandy and wet some time in the afternoon, and very kindly brought him back something to eat.

Wo eventually admitted to Con that, as per Nahele's advice, he had on a pair of Steve's shorts and one of his tee-shirts as he couldn't wear chinos and a polo while at the beach. Not without ruining his pants and he was not ruining another pair of chinos. He still wasn't over the pair he ruined on the Jurassic Park ride. Which explained why both the shirt and the pants were baggy. The pants because Wo's hips were narrower than Steve, and the shirt because Steve was built more boxy while Wo was wiry and lean.

This had been a sore point for a bit before Con told him it didn't matter if the clothes were loose or not. The two men were built different, and when it came down to it, Wo Fat was usually the stronger of the two. Which, apparently was also not true because Wo Fat had lost every hand to hand combat situation with McGarrett, but he hadn't known that until he brought that conversation up. Something he was totally regretting now.

Luckily for him, Jian took Wo Fat upstairs to let him change back into clothes that Wo was comfortable in. But that just ended in the two of them trying to have giggly, quiet sex and failing. Con had to turn the TV up to full blast to block out that. The two ended up falling asleep around mid-afternoon, which also when the kid was supposed to be coming home. The schedule Rowan had left them had said that the kid was to take the bus home or walk home, depending on his mood. It also had the time frame in which the kid would get home.

Red flag number one, he came home about forty-five minutes late. Con had been so worried, when he hadn't shown up, that he woke up Wo and Jian asking if he should track him down. They were mid argument about what they should do about it, because no one wanted to call the Five-0's on the island and admit they lost the kid on the first fucking day, when the kid opened the door.

Red flag number two, he tried to make a mad dash for his room without talking to them, but Con had already seen what he was trying to hide from them.

"Whoa, hey, no, no, come here," Con cried leaving the kitchen, where the argument had been happening, and going for the stairs where the kid had paused half way up. "Turn around, come on."

"I'm really tired, I just wanna go lie down," he said, purposely not turning around to look at him. Red flag number 3.

"No, I'm serious, I need to see what's on your face, turn the fuck around."

"Hey, hey, hey," Wo said coming to stand beside Con. "Don't swear at him, if he's tired…"

Nahele chose that moment to turn around and Wo went silent because the kid had a split lip and a black eye.

The two men stood shoulder to shoulder staring at him, both of them looking him up and down to catalogue the injuries. Skinned knees, skinned arms, dust on his pants, so probably bruises along his hips, and redness around his upper arms, so someone had held him back.

Wo was the first to recover. "Son of a bitch she's going to kill me."

Con scowled, yeah Rowan was going to be pissed but this wasn't their fault… was it? "What the hell happened?" Con asked.

Wo just turned around a shrieked his girlfriend's name like she wasn't standing in the kitchen less than four feet away. And what was the good doctor going to do? The damage was already done.

"Calm down I'm getting the ice," she called back.

Nahele stepped down a step or two and put on a brave face. "It's fine it's nothing…"

"You've got a cut lip, a black eyes and it looks like someone was holding you back so you'd just what? Take it? So I'm guessing damage to your stomach or chest? And judging by your knees and arms you got tackled, so no. It's not fine, and it's not nothing, cause your mom's gonna see that shit and it's our asses on the line so you better start talking!" Con snapped.

Jian pushed between the two boys and offered Nahele an icepack, with the order of alternate between your lip and your eye.

The kid had a sort of quivering look about him, he clearly hadn't expect Con to be able to tell what had happened to him, but Con had been on both ends of many a dust up so he knew what he was looking at.

"There's this kid at school…"

Conejo was immediately angry. "A fucking bully? Tell me his name, I'm gonna fuck him up."

"You don't do kids," Wo reminded him but Conejo was literally going to retire that rule today, right that fucking minute.

Con shot Wo Fat half a glare. "That rule is negotiable if the kid is a dick, I'm also assume this is a teen, right?"

"Yeah, he uh… he hasn't managed to graduate yet, he's like 19 and missing credits…"

"Oh yeah, that's not a kid, I can fuck him up. Name."

"No!" Nahele cried but Conejo wasn't having it.

"Well we're not letting him get away with this," Conejo said following after them as Jian led the kid to the kitchen table where she sat him down. She made a big show of making him look up so she could see if there was any permanent damage to the eye.

"Right, so no need for names yet, but why don't you tell us what happened?" Wo asked.

The two men sat down with him Jian bustled around the kitchen trying to make comfort foods and drinks for the obviously very upset Nahele and the two very upset Uncles who were showing it in different ways.

"Just start from the beginning."

Nahele took a deep breath and then said: "They jumped me after school. Usually I can get away, but today I was with this girl I liked and I didn't see them coming and… you know… the main guy he's huge… like a bear you know and his guys wouldn't let us leave and he…"

"What did he take from you?"

"Uhm… my cash and my phone… and I really don't want to tell my mom that I lost the phone…"

"Right, do you know what he needs that stuff for?" Wo asked. "Is he selling it?"

"I think so. I don't know who to though. He's… you know… he sells drugs to our classmates and I think he uses the stolen stuff to get more for himself. But that's just a rumour."

Wo Fat left the table, his phone already in hand. "I'll be back."

"Where is he going?" Nahele asked watching and Wo left to have a phone conversation out on the lanai.

"Don't you worry about that, what we gotta worry about is what we're gonna do about this guy. Do you know why he keeps going after you?"

"Cause of my mom, they know she's rich…" he said. "Thinks I'm an easy target cause I don't like fighting."

"Right so he's not going to stop then," Con mused. "And you don't want me to intervene…"

"No."

Con huffed to himself and sat back in his chair. "Then there's only one thing left to do."

Nahele narrowed his one good eye at him. "And what's that?"

"I'mma teach you how to fight."

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After dinner, where Williams stopped by because Nahele wasn't answering his phone and the man threw a fucking fit about the state of the kid's face, Conejo gave the kid no option but to go out on the beach with him and learn to fight right. Kid kept saying that he knew how to fight and this guy didn't play fair, so Conejo said he was going to teach him how to fight dirty then.

The kid didn't want that, but Conejo didn't give him a choice. He wanted him to do it on the beach because if he could fight on unstable sand he could fight anywhere.

It wasn't like either of them were going to go back into that house with Wo Fat and Williams going at each other like that. In fact, the only reason Williams was alive, because the man wouldn't stop bitching about how the McGarrett's needed to be told and Rowan was going to kill them all, was because Jian had said if either of them pull out a gun she'd call Rowan herself.

By the time Williams had left, he had taught him how to dodge, how to side swipe and where to hit the hardest to cause the most amount of damage. Then he taught him how to avoid grappling moves and how to get out if he got grabbed. Then he taught him how to block dirty movies, and how to recover when someone got him with a dirty move

The kid took to fighting like a fish took to water. There was definitely a lot of McGarrett in him.

They were practicing the different moves, Conejo was sparing with him, hitting him with different moves and giving the kid the chance to practice in a mock fight.

"I have a question," Nahele said effortlessly dodging the slowly thrown punch Con had clumsily swung at him. Purposely so.

And there was even more of McGarrett showing through in this kid. Steve also never stopped asking questions.

"Sure?"

"What does Oz do for a living? Steve just said criminal mastermind but I unno what that means?"

"Well he's a gun runner or a smuggler I guess, but his network is all over the world, got pipelines everywhere. It's mostly guns but I think he deals in stolen things, and drugs too… not people though, Ro won't let us deal in people."

Nahele nodded. "What makes him a mastermind?"

"I suppose cause he's got his fingers in everything," Con said, he lashed out again and the kid blocked it. "Good job."

"Thanks… so like he's a criminal that does everything?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"And what kind are you?"

"Uh… I guess I'm specialized," he said.

"Mom says that you were her bodyguard, but Oz said that you killed the people who took mom…"

"Okay look, you're not allowed to freak out, right?" he waited for the kid to nod before he said: "I'm an assassin. Like world class. I take security gigs every now and then cause I'm lethal and no one can get past me. Your Uncle Oz contacted me to pull your mom out of shit situation, which I did and I stuck around for the rest of the trip. And now I guess she's kinda adopted me."

The kid hit him with a roguish grin that was straight out of Steve's playbook. Con bet this little looker had girls all over him with a grin like that.

"She adopted me too."

"Yeah not in the same way smartass," he said putting the kid in a headlock. "Right, now, how do you get out of this?"

He dug his elbow into Con's side, then grabbed the wrist and twisted it out and then behind Con's back. He kicked the legs out from under Con landing him in the sand and then he finally let go.

Con was a little breathless, he had to shake the stiff pain out of shoulder but he smiled at Nahele. "Good job."

"So, like you meant it then," Nahele said and Con blinked his eyes not understanding the question. "Like… when you said you'd mess him up. If I told you his name, you'd have messed him up."

"Well… yeah. You thought I was making that up?"

Nahele just shrugged. Con wrapped an arm around his shoulder and then ruffled his hair. "Kid, you're family and I protect my family, even if that means getting revenge on your behalf. So you know, you don't have to fight him yourself. You want me to deal with it, I will. And I promise I won't pull a weapon even if he does."

Nahele smiled up at him. "Naw, I think I got this."

Conejo nodded. "Alright, well you can always change your mind."

"Come on, it's dark and the schedule says something about a fire?" Wo called from the house and Nahele squirmed out of Con's grasp to run to the door already talking a mile a minute about the fire pit and the s'mores and throwing the football around with Steve while rowan played guitar.

Right so he could get football, fire and s'mores, Con wasn't about to try playing the guitar and he had a feeling both Wo and Jian would be useless in that regard.

Conejo didn't have much faith in tomorrow, not that the kid wasn't good but more that he had a feeling his opponent was gonna be an asshole. But it didn't matter, cause Conejo was going to deal with it whether the kid liked it or not.

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By morning, his Uncle Oz had managed to get his phone back. Nahele wasn't sure how but he came down in the morning to bacon and eggs, and his uncle putting his phone back in his hand.

He had asked how he had gotten it but Wo Fat had just shrugged and said he made a call.

Like that wasn't ominous.

Then, for some reason, Wo Fat drove Nahele to school that day. In a flashy black Audi that hadn't been in the driveway before last night. Nahele had asked where the car had come from but Wo Fat had just shrugged and said he made a call.

But when he asked why he needed it Nahele got an answer. "I need to pick up the phone in an inconspicuous car."

Yeah because an Audi R8 Spyder was inconspicuous.

This car got a lot of a stares, but he was also pretty sure that his uncle was getting stares too. Probably because he looked like a villain out of a batman movie in his dark shades, his dark car, his dark suit and twisted burn scars.

"Right so… Don't lose the phone today, your Uncle Con says that you want to take on your bully by yourself," he said and Nahele nodded. "I mean… that's stupid but if that's what you wanna do I can't stop you. I can tell you that me and your Uncle Con will be just around the block this afternoon. So if you decide you need us, just run down there." He pointed to the corner of the park and then he turned back to Nahele. "You get to that park and anyone coming after you is going to deal with us. Okay?"

Nahele nodded. Uncle Oz reached out and pinched the tip of his chin, a soft smile on his face that might have looked gruesome with the way it twisted up his scars but Nahele knew better. This was a good smile, a nice smile, and this gesture must have been loving. Probably the best a man like him could muster.

But he dropped the hold, wished Nahele a good day and then let Nahele get out of the car.

Nahele didn't even get that far into the school before Nathan Kekoa, his massive bully was standing before him. As per usual he was surrounded by the smaller, but just as mean, seniors he used as his crew of muscle. He glared down at Nahele and Nahele struggled to figure out what he could be so mad at?

"The shop that takes my goods got raided last night. You know anything about that?" he asked.

Oh shit. Had Uncle Oz called the cops? That didn't sound like a smart move seeing as the man was a criminal.

"No," Nahele said. "Can I go to class now?"

He tried to side step Nathan but he merely stepped into Nahele's way again.

Nahele almost felt bad for Nathan. It was clear that Nathan and Nahele were on a similar path once upon a time. Nathan's had been in and out of foster care when he was younger, until his dad got out of jail. Though Nahele only knew rumours, it was highly likely that his dad was still a criminal working as an enforcer for a local Samoan gang. And since his dad was just as big as Nathan that made sense.

If it were true.

The only difference between the two of them was that Rowan, though she had clear ties to criminal activity, did her best to keep Nahele away from that side of life. Whereas Nathan's dad clearly didn't care.

Nahele also had a feeling that Nathan might have been something he could have become had Steve and Rowan not gotten him off the street when they had.

"You sure you didn't want to get revenge for losing your phone? Didn't think you get back at me by ratting out the place I sold your phone to?"

Yep Uncle Oz really had called the cops to get his phone back.

Nahele opened his mouth again to tell him that he was wrong, but one of the seniors nudged Nathan with an elbow and Nathan suddenly straightened looking at something behind him.

"Who is that?"

Nahele turned around to find that his Uncle hadn't left, in fact he hadn't even moved the car. Instead that lethal aura, that Nahele now knew the man could turn on and off, was pointed right in their direction. Still managing to be as terrifying from behind his sunglasses. But it wasn't until his uncle raised his hand and mimed shooting the boy standing in front of him that Nathan backed away from him.

"That's my uncle. His job is classified," he said. "I don't see him that often. But my mom's got some deal to broker so she and my dad went off and he's taking care of me for the time being."

He then brushed past Nathan, letting Uncle Oz and the dark glare that was penetrating through his sunglasses keep his bully frozen in place in his fear.

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Con and Wo stood in the park, the car parked a little ways away. They were on the corner they said they'd stay on, standing under a tree, both of them chain smoking.

"You know she's going to kill us, right?" Con said and Wo just sighed. "It doesn't matter that it wasn't our fault. She's going to see that black eye and she's going to literally kill us."

"She'll lecture us, but she won't actually hurt us."

Yeah he said it, but he also knew, her lecture would hurt more than if she did hit them. To the point where they'd both rather just get the punches.

"I know that but she just forgave us… like a month ago. I don't want her to stop talking to us again." Con turned to Wo who was now staring at him with a large teasing grin on his face. Con knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, she's under my skin, but she was under yours first and you know you don't want her to drop contact again, not since you got Jian to give up on keeping her out of your life."

Yes he had just managed that, and Con didn't have to stab him again to get there. Though he offered. You know, since it worked so well the last time.

"True, but as you already said, it's not our fault. This could have happened even if we weren't here. So long as we make sure it doesn't happen again, we'll be alright."

Con nodded and together the two went back to smoking. "Did you really send the cops to that shop with Nahele's phone?"

"No."

"Then who raided the shop?"

"Me and a pair of corrupt cops who owed me a favour," Wo said and Con shook his head.

"So much for letting the kid deal with it himself."

Wo Fat shot him a scowl. "Right, so I raided the shop back for his phone and sent out an alert to all people in that business that if they work for this kid, I'll come at them, that was just one part. You taught him how to fight and so long as he's good he'll be able to handle the bear. That's still him dealing with it by himself." Wo Fat took a long drag and then turned to him. "Kid can fight, right?"

The bell went off and Con didn't have to answer, both he and Wo Fat immediately threw their cigarettes down and rubbed them out in the dirt. They watched the kids begin to file out waiting for the one that was theirs.

If it looked like he could handle the situation then they'd leave him to it, but if it looked like he needed help sure as hell they were going to intervene.

And then it happened. Nahele came sprinting out of the school, with a group of what had to be six guys chasing him, one giant one in the lead.

"Aw, it's a jumping, they're gonna jump him," Con said, already starting forward. Wo had to reach out and pull him back.

"Let's see how it goes, first."

So they stood there and watched. Watched the bigger kid grab Nahele by the backpack. Nahele dropped the back immediately turned around and decked the kid right between the eyes like Con had taught him. The bigger kid staggered back but didn't go down.

"Where the hell are the teachers?" Wo Fat asked. "Aren't they supposed to intervene?"

Yeah except no one was coming, other than other students to circle Nahele, where the other boys that had come out with the bigger boy began to shove him around. Yeah Con hadn't taught him how to get out of a group, he only taught him how to take on the one kid, but he hadn't realized that the kid was a literal bear.

Nahele got one large shove, right into the bigger bear kid, who took a swing. He hit Nahele in the stomach so hard the kid went down.

Con shrugged off his leather jacket and subsequently Wo's hold on him and sprinted off of that corner and to the school.

Great, guess Wo Fat was going to be the getaway driver. As he went for the car, he pulled out his phone. He recognized the ink on the bear's arm and if he was right, he knew who the kid worked with.

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Nahele was on the ground for all of ten seconds when he felt Nathan above him. He belatedly realized that if he could get up and away from these guys, if he could get to the corner of the park his Uncles would be there to deal with it.

"You wanna tell me again that you had nothing to do with that raid?" Nathan cried but Nahele was too winded to respond.

He knew why Nathan was mad. The news had hit the school with almost glee. Nathan's pawn shop had been raided, a lot of them had gotten calls to say that their stolen items would be returned. On top of that there was talk that Nathan had been black listed at similar establishments and if Nahele had to guess that was his Uncle Oz's doing.

Nahele was getting the blame because he had his phone back already, which meant that he knew the people who had been in that shop last night.

When Nahele didn't answer right away Nathan geared up for something, probably a kick. But nothing landed.

What Nahele didn't know was that someone pushed through the crowd of kids and kicked the upcoming leg while it was mid-swing. Nathan went down howling while the person stepped in between him and Nahele.

Nahele was only aware when the other seniors came at him, because when he looked up, his Uncle Con was in the process of beating the shit out seventeen-year olds. When Nathan's crew was groaning on the floor and Con was turning around to help Nahele get up, Nathan got up too. But Nathan wasn't going to play fair either, Nahele clocked the knife and yelped, but Con, who had his back turned to Nathan didn't even need the warning.

He side stepped the stab, hooked Nathan's arm and twisted it until Nahele was sure he heard something snap. Once again Nathan was howling, the knife clattered from his grip and then Con was twisting the arm so it was stuck behind Nathan's back while he forced the kid to his knees.

Nahele looked up to his Uncle. He had never seen that kind of fighting before, he knew that Steve was good at hand to hand combat too, but he had a feeling that Con might be better than him.

Con wasn't even panting. It was like he hadn't even been trying.

"You okay?" he asked him and Nahele nodded. Once Nahele nodded that severe look that had been on his Uncle's face faded into that familiar cocky grin.

"Good, should have let me come in in the first place, specially if he had little shits like this backing him up and a knife," he said. "Do you know what your mom would have done to me if you got stabbed?"

Nahele picked himself up from the ground and almost laughed. Yeah. Rowan might have killed both Con and Wo if he had managed to get stabbed under their care.

"Hey!" was shouted at them and everyone turned to where Nathan's dad was storming towards him.

"That his dad?" Con asked, looking the man up and down.

Nahele wondered if Con was intimidated but he didn't look afraid. In fact one would say his look seemed almost calculated, like he was weighing his options or planning a line of attack. It was the same kind of look his mother had before she did something she really shouldn't.

Nathan's dad was somehow bigger than Nathan, like being a bear ran in his family. He was bald, probably by choice, and he was wearing a pair of dark jeans, and overly tight muscle tee. He had tattoos covering his arms and knuckles, similar to the kind of tattoos that Nathan had, and even some on his neck.

And he was advancing very fucking quickly.

"This little shit it yours?" Con called out and the man's already dark face darkened further. When he got close enough, he pulled the kid out of the dirt and shoved Nathan right into his dad's arms. Nathan bounced off of his dad and to the ground, Con just spread his arms out as if welcoming a punch. He didn't look as intimidating as he usually did without his leather jacket and his shades, but that didn't seem to be something Con was worried about.

"Your little shit's a fucking bully."

The dad got right into Con's face but Con didn't back down, he merely smiled up at him, in an almost dangerous sort of way.

"And I don't give a shit who your fucking boss is, if your kid touches anyone in this school again I'll walk right over that I don't fucking kill kids rule and I'll come back and fuck up the both of you."

Clearly Nathan's dad had never been talked to like that because he was clearly reeling by that threat there.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me, ese!" Con cried. "What's the matter, the fucking steroids blocking your goddamn ears?"

Like Nathan, his dad clearly didn't like being talked to like that. He grabbed Con by the front of his shirt, took him right off his feet, but that was a mistake. It took two maneuvers and Con's leg's wrapping around the man's waist and he was on the man's back, choking him out.

Nathan's dad grabbed him, once again by the shoulders and ripped Con off of him slamming him to the ground. He took lifted a leg, to bring it down on Con's head, but he blocked and then twisted the leg until Nathan's dad hit the ground, which he did, while screaming.

Con got up first, and punched the man, which he hadn't been expecting. But he blocked the second punch and managed to pull Con back to the ground. For a moment then grappled before Con put a foot to Nathan's dad's chest and pushed off sending the other man flying.

Con, once again was up quickly once more, Nathan's dad, too, got up. He took a swing on Con that he dodged, and then slapped Nathan's dad across the face.

Nathan's dad stared at him for a moment completely shocked. He swung again, and Con dodged once more. That time when he lashed out it was a proper bitchslap, knuckles and all biting into Nathan's dad's face.

This enraged Nathan's dad, so much so that he charged Con, who side stepped it gracefully like a matador, leaving one leg extended so the man went down. When he went to get up, Con grabbed him by the shoulders, much like he had when he grabbed Con at the beginning of this fight and then slammed him up against a wall, where the then head butt him with all his strength.

Nahele was certain that the fight was done, that Con had won but still Con didn't let the man go. In fact, he was pulling his arm back to land even more hits.

From the parking lot came a long blaring horn and everyone turned to where a fancy black car was waiting, it's heavily tinted windows rolling down.

"You won! He's down. Now get in the fucking car you savage!" Uncle Oz screamed from the driver's seat of a black Audi RS3. He had completely switched cars since that morning.

Uncle Con let go of Nathan's dad, who then slumped down to the ground, and headed to the car.

Before he got in, Uncle Oz took his glasses off and pointed at the man on the ground with them, who looked just about to shit his pants. "I've had a very long conversation with your boss. He's promised that both you and your kid are you going to be given a very stern talking to. And that better be the last I hear of the two of you."

Con turned with an added: "YEAH!" and then they were all getting back in the car again.

"You good?" Wo Fat asked from the front, giving him a pointed look over.

"Yeah I'm okay."

As Wo turned to Con, Nahele realized what had happened here. These fully grown criminals had intervened and beat up a Samoan enforcer simply for him.

"And you, you okay? Your head good?"

Con groaned at him. "No one wins with a head butt," he said.

As they drove away Nahele couldn't help but smile. He liked his new family. He liked it a lot. He liked even more that they would do anything for him. He had thought, once he was properly adopted he'd never feel more safe, but his Uncles had proven him wrong.