This is the life

To explain Rodd’s men- naturally he had given them to Mello- for whom they were looking for showed more difficult than expected. For their own safety there hadn’t been many pictures of the children in Wammy’s house and Mello did not have one of Matt. Because he couldn’t be sure the redhead still was obsessed with stripes and his googles and if he still wore this fuzzy vest there wasn’t any other thing as that they were searching a high-risen redhead of 17 years. Not exactly an information they could really orient themselves by. Finally, Mello told them about Matt’s clothing style preferences as he had seen him the last time. The men went on their search and Rodd took Mello aside.

“Mello, you know you have my full trust. But why are you looking for this guy so urgently?”
“For one, he’s one of the best hackers I know. We didn’t need him so far but I thought I’d knew where he was, and now this information proved wrong because he had wanted to find me- what he obviously hadn’t. And for second- he is just a very good friend of mine, ok?”
One didn’t need to tell his employer one was homosexual…
Rodd nodded.
“But don’t neglect your work, ok? I know, friends are important, but…”
Mello nodded back. His face formed to Mafia Mello Face. “I know. Today’s a great deal and we’ll meet 8 pm at the warehouse.”
“Good, at least one knows where to put priorities.”, Rodd said and turned around to retreat the room. “Oh, and Mello? Chocolate is in the fridge, as always.”
Mello smiled. He was like the adopted child of the mafia boss. The now slightly aging mafia boss din’t have any heirs and some believed, Mello would be the one one day. Of course, nobody spoke it out loud that Mello was sometime a little bitch. They wanted to live.
Mello sat down with a chocolate bar on the leather couch. Usually he didn’t show up before 1 pm if they had a deal in the evening because it was boring just to sit around doing nothing. Today, however…

And now he sat here with nothing to do than to wait. He hated waiting.
After one hour he couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Rodd!!!”, he cried out.
The Mafia Boss came out of his room. “What’s the matter, Mello?”
“I want to do something!”
Rodd shook his head. ‘If only all of my employees were like this…’
But he gave Mello a pistol and the blonde catched it easy handed.
“You can get some debts. Kevin still owes us $ 2,500. And Lamar $ 8,900.”
Mello sighed. It was an easy job, but better than nothing. He nodded.
“'Kay, Boss. Consider it being done.”