The chapter 1 is here, I'm not sure what to think about that, but I guess there's nothing I can change now! Enjoy ^.^
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"Don't forget to study! Tomorrow's really important test," our teacher, mister mystery blue eyed man, Jonathan Dennis said, right before we ran out of his class.

"Hey, Ryan!" I heard familiar voice, making me turn around.

"What do you want, Mike?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Friend, you know I love you right?" He started, and I just rolled my eyes.

"Get lost, you're cut of the supplies," I replied, walking towards my locker.

"C'mon, man! Help your friend out, just a tiny amount," he pleaded, leaning against the locker right next to me.

"Fuck off, seriously," I mumbled, opening my locker.

"I need it! I need my portion, man. Give me what I need, or you'll regret that," he lowered his voice.

"Are you threatening me?" I frowned, looking at him.

"Please, man, please help me."

"No! You owe me two thousand dollars, Mike," I grabbed my things, already annoyed by him.

"You don't understand, I need it. Do you want your dad know about what you're doing behind his back?" Mike threatened me again.

"Do you want your parents know about all of this? I would shut up if I were you. And don't you ever try threaten me. We're done, find another seller," I closed my locker, right at the moment the school bell rang.

Dammit! This is third time I'm going to be late for the English class.

I wanted to walk towards the next destination, when Mike grabbed me and threw me at the lockers. He gave me time to gasp for the air, as the hit stole the air out of my lungs, before hitting the locker right next to my head.

"I need it!" He yelled at me, and hoped he didn't saw how scared I was.

"Let him go," the familiar voice echoed through the hall, making me even more confused.

Mike stepped away and mumbling something under his nose he walked away. I swiped off the invisible dust off my shoulders, fixing my shirt.

"You alright, son?" My father asked me, and I slowly nodded.

I need to be careful now, Mike's already in the deep shit.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, calming down my heart.

"You're excused from rest of the day, follow me," my father said, and I didn't fight back with that.

"What's going on?" I asked him, when we were getting into the car.

"You remember Bernard Fitzgerald?" My dad asked, while starting the engine.

"The high boss of that gang you were so obsessed with?" I guessed, having a feeling I knew that name.

"Yes. He escaped from the prison a few hours ago, and since it was me who get him there, they want to sent me to the safer place."

I looked at my father, seriously worried about him. As a DEA my father was in the risk all the time and I respected him for what he was doing. 

"Where?" I asked, receiving a sigh.

"They haven't told me yet, but you don't need to worry about anything."

"How can I not worry when you're in danger? Do we need to move? What about school?" I asked, when he scratched back of his head.

"You're not going anywhere, you're staying here. It's your last year of school, just a few months, you need to enjoy being a senior before college hits you."

"What?!" I asked immediately.

"I'm well aware Bernard can track you down, because you're my son, so I came up with a backup plan," he continued, and I took a deep breath to say something, but the car stopped.

I looked out of the window, seeing my father's co-workers in front of our house. I got off the car, when they walked greet us. I didn't know how to feel about all of this, mainly because I wasn't going to see my father for some time.

But this means I can focus on expanding the drugs, I know I can fulfill the quota.

"Ryan?" I heard my father calling my name, and I walked towards him.

"This is Luke, your bodyguard for the time I'm going to be away," my father said, putting his hand on the man's shoulder.

I scanned the man in front of me. A black suit, looking smooth and elegant, brown eyes, emotionless expression. A beard giving him the manly look. I gulped, quickly rather looking at my father.

"I don't need a babysitter," I replied, crossing my arms.

"He's not your babysitter, he's here to make sure Bernard won't kill you," my father replied, making me frustrated.

"I can take care of myself, I don't need him."

"Stop acting like a child now," my father sighed, and I noticed Luke's lips curling into an amusing smile.

I didn't want to sound like a child, but maybe that was the moment everything fell on me. Mike's threat, Wildcat giving me a hard time in the gang, my father in danger.

"C'mere, I need to go now. I'll call you as soon as possible. And don't forget to study," my father said, pulling me into a hug.

"Stay safe, dad."

I watched as they all disappeared, car by car, feeling so weird standing next to the man I hardly knew. I turned myself, going to my house with him following me.

I need to sell a few drugs tonight, or Wildcat will kill me.

"Look, there's only one rule here. You let me be and I let you be. Understood? Great," I said towards the man, not even looking at him.

I closed myself in my room, putting a few grams of all kind of drugs into my backpack. Grabbing it, I opened the door, running down on the stairs towards the main door, only to see him lock the door.

"Where are you off to?"

His voice deep, smooth, making my heart skip a few beats, before I quickly shook my head.

"Step aside," I answered, when he didn't move.

"You have school tomorrow. I think it's going to be better for you to stay here," my bodyguard informed me, and I frowned.

"Look... you don't want to look after me the same way I don't want to be babysit. Move," I said, when he didn't even flinched.

"No."

"Move," I repeated.

"No."

"Move," I raised my voice.

"No."

I got so irritated by his calm voice, by the fact that he didn't moved a bit.

"Fuck you," I mumbled, walking back to my room.

I smashed the door closed, pacing in my room a few times, trying to think what to do. I knew I had to do something, or else Wildcat would eat me alive. My eyes fell on the window.

Like a prisoner. You think you can outsmart me?

I opened the window, climbing through, and right after that jumping down with loud thud. I swiped away the dust, fixing my clothes.

"I wasn't kidding."

I heard a deep voice right in front of me, just before I was grabbed and dragged back.

"Let me go!" I raised my voice, when he threw me into the house and locked the door again.

"I didn't want to look after you either, ok? I don't protect young kids, I hate to do that, but since your father is really good friend of mine, I agreed on this," he started, and I noticed a gun behind his suit.

"I'm not a kid... I can take care of myself," I repeated the same thing I told my father.

And I have Wildcat and my gang behind my back.

"You just wanted to sneak out by window in your room, don't you think it's childish? I don't have time for the conversation like this, go back to your room and think twice about your next plans," he said, disappearing in the kitchen.

You want to make me a hell out of this? You started a war with a wrong guy.