Inherited The Mob Chapter 5

 

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Chapter 5

After dropping Tommy off at his bike at the bar, and promising to meet him for lunch at the bar tomorrow, Bobby followed him home, insuring he made it safely. Kind of stupid considering Tommy ended up living in a gated community in the most richest section of the pack community. Huge family house. Had to still live at home with his parents. Kind of twisted Bobby’s stomach when Tommy walked in and he made his way to his small one bedroom trailer that sat at the far edge of the pack land with the rest of the run-down places. First time ever that living on his own in such a place had made him doubt himself and his actions over the last several years. Right then, his life looked to be turning a corner, one for the better.

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Bobby was at the Alpha’s door at seven like he’d promised Tommy he’d be. Didn’t need words to know his Alpha was thrown for a moment. His wide open eyes and lifted eyebrow did the trick.

“Well, if it isn’t Bobby Timber. I assume this regards the threat that James gave Tommy last night.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Bobby entered the door after the Alpha opened it and waved him in. He took the seat in front of the desk and waited for the Alpha to hang his coat up and take his seat. “James and I have been friends f or years. I thought we still were. If I had thought more I would not have asked him to go get a beer and see who we could find.” He sighed, shaking his head, hating how much trouble James had created for himself. “Also, when we got to Fig Hill last night we could smell James there. Could have been a coincidence, but it was there the whole time we were. Never saw him.” Bobby sat up taller, squaring his shoulder and he was sure his eyes lit the room, but his stomach spun faster than a tornado, which might be why fell straight into his pitch for approval. “I’d also like for you to put me and Tommy in the Relationship Book as Working on Relationship. I know Tommy is young. He’s innocent. Very smart. Also know, I will have to take things slow with him.”

“You sure have through everything through.”

“Tried to.” He stayed awake all night laying out his defense plan.

“Here is what I will do.” Alpha sat forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his desk. “I will put your and Tommy’s name in the relationship as a Couple on Trial. This gives you more protection from James if he’s up to something. I will call James in and remind him of his restrictions and tell him he has one more chance before he is out of the pack.”

Didn’t like Couple on Trial, but it did fit the taking things slow aspect better than jumping right into a Working on Relationship. The rules of a Werewolf’s Relationship is tricky. Had to be handled just right or one of the two partners could get hurt in the end. No Werewolf wanted that. That’s why there were no relationship of any kind without the approval of the Alpha and they were all listed in the Relationship Book. No Pack had the same kind of book that held the list of relationship that were being worked on then, or had been worked on, completed or broken in the past. Didn’t even have to be a book. All it really had to be was a list of people’s names and the status between them and the date of approval of their agreement between the two in the relationship and the alpha. No one had to sign anything, simply had to be written, or in some cases these days, typed in.

“Hey, Bossman.” 

Bobby nodded to Kyle the owner of Sable’s Book and Coffee. Then went right to opening the boxes stacked behind the resgister, sorting them into piles by genre so Kyle could stock them.He’d worked there since he was fifteen. Running the register wasn’t the nicest or grandest job, but it paid his bills and kept food on the table, for the most part. Just like any other minimum wage job did for anyone else. Least here he was guarantee forty-hour weeks and was not hard labor. Simply stock books and stand behind a counter. The coffee was made by another lady in the center of the store. Loved his job, not the pay, but the job fit me perfectly. He loved to read and always knew when great releases came out. Problem was . . . The job would never allow Bobby to give Tommy the lifestyle his house showed he was used to. The two of them might enjoy each other’s company, but there was nothing in this life that could happen that would give Bobby the chance to provide for Tommy the way he lived. The nice fancy house in the dead-center of the pack lands spoke for itself. Location told everyone all they needed to know. The owner had more than a million dollars. Tommy might not tire of him physically, but when Bobby could not afford to take him to the fancy places he was accustom to . . . He’d kick him to the curve.

“Lunch time, Bobby.”

Where had the day gone? Time flies when one is lost in their thoughts.