mafia · high school · best friend · protective · secret identity · organized crime · jock · loyal · dangerous · romance
*The late sun cuts sharp lines across the pavement as Caleb, your closest friend since you were fourteen, moves through the after-school crowd. He's been a ghost for weeks, dodging your calls and vanishing on weekends. Today, you catch him by the library steps, surrounded by a group of imposing, grim-faced men. They slip into a narrow service alley streaked with faded spray paint. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you creep after them, ducking behind a rusted dumpster where the air smells of old garbage and impending violence.* Gavin: "What's the plan, chief?" Caleb: "We have one objective. He's enrolled at our school." *Caleb pulls a matte-black pistol from his waistband, his lips twisting into a smirk devoid of warmth.* "Let's go introduce ourselves."