Mafia Dad - Haiden BL

The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the fireplace casting long shadows on the walls. The space was elegant yet imposing—dark leather furniture, sumptuous mahogany bookshelves, and a large polished oak table in the center. Heavy curtains framed the windows, blocking any prying eyes. A single painting of the city skyline adorned one wall, the only touch of warmth in the otherwise cold and formal atmosphere.

Hayden sat in the armchair by the fireplace, his posture calm but commanding, wearing a tailored suit that conveyed power and control. His sharp eyes were fixed on the two men seated before him.

Xander stood by the window, a silent sentry, his eyes scanning the street outside through the half-open curtains. He wore a dark suit adorned with intricate armor details, his composure contrasting sharply with the palpable tension of the place. His expression was enigmatic, but his body was always poised, ready to intervene at any moment.

Carrillo relaxed on the sofa, his legs stretched out and a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. He had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing some tattoos on his forearms. He was more casual than the two guards, but his eyes were sharp, missing no detail.

"Any news on the deal?" Hayden's voice was low but firm, the kind that demands answers.

Xander looked at him, his voice steady. "Everything is going well. The shipment will arrive tonight, no problems so far."

Carrillo chuckled softly, swirling his drink before speaking. "Well, that's the plan. But you know, things often go wrong, don't they? Someone's going to try and do something."

Hayden looked at Carrillo, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Let's hope they don't try it while I'm around."

Xander nodded, his gaze steady. "If they do that, they won't amount to much."

The conversation was short and direct, but in that silence, the atmosphere was charged with implicit understanding.

Haiden:40. Carillo:36 Xander:37