You know what time it is, no introduction needed
Jean x Arrigo ch 2
You can read ch 1 right here
Jean had never contemplated murder before.
Sure, he'd wanted to bash someone's head in, but not thoroughly planning how to murder someone and what method to use when disposing of their body.
Then again, he'd never had to share an apartment with Arrigo fucking Belardi.
The second the two made it into the apartment, it was a constant string of complaints from the younger man. Anything that wasn't up to his perfect posh fucking standards was criticized; from the ceiling to the sink to the carpet, he had a complaint about everything.
"You think I'm gonna sleep on this piece of shit?" Arrigo huffed as he looked at the fold out couch like it had called his mother a slur (actually, Jean thinks Arrigo would have looked at someone with less hate if they had said something about his mom).
"For the tenth time, yes," Jean popped a Tylenol and a melatonin gummy one after the other, "it's a one bath one bedroom apartment, I don't have anywhere else for you to sleep."
"I'm not sleeping on this ratty ass couch. Where's your bed?"
"You are not sleeping in my bed-!"
Jean laid there at night glaring at the ceiling of his living room, a headache continuing to throb behind his eyes with every loud snore that rang from his bedroom.
"Fuckn-" Jean cursed into the empty air of the night, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes.
How did the boss expect Jean to do anything to improve Arrigo's behavior? In a month no less? He'd done some pretty impossible things within a short time frame, but those involved getting money cleaned up or transferred without an audit, not trying to instill work ethic in a nepo baby that had never had to lift a finger to even bathe himself.
Jean let out a long breath as he looked at this from another perspective: how could he get Arrigo to listen to him in the first place? He and the younger man had always felt equal hatred towards each other, and just as less respect for one another. If he was going to instill some morals and ethic in him, he needed Arrigo to respect him first.
But how would he do that?
"The fuck did you just say?" Arrigo was sitting in one of the few chairs in the fake office space that Jean's operation was rooted in.
"Are you suddenly deaf? I said give me your phone, I'm keeping it till the end of the month," Jean kept his hand held out for the phone that was being clutched in Arrigo's grasp.
After losing the battle with insomnia the previous night, Jean decided to go to Google for answers. It wasn't giving him much at first. After all, what result would best answer the question, "boss's kid needs to listen to me or else I'm fired"?
However, after messing around with the keywords a bit, he found his goldmine:
"Get your teen to listen in a few short steps"
Bingo.
First step: take his phone away.
"Teens these days are always glued to their phones texting or snapchatting with their friends. If you find your teen is spending most of their time on their device and not listening to you, try taking it away for a bit."
"What are you my mom? I'm not giving you my fucking phone," Arrigo hissed.
"Actually, I kind of am. Tricky Rickey left you in my care, so that means that you have to do what I say, so give me your phone," Jean laid out all the facts to the other, before quickly swiping the device from Arrigo's grip.
"Hey!" Arrigo shrieked like a toddler as Jean quietly closed out of all of the apps on his phone and shut it off.
"You can have it back at the end of the month, but until then," Jean dropped the phone in the empty safe that came with the office space and locked it, "you'll have to survive without it."
"The hell! I have some hot dates waiting for me, hows 'm I supposed to let them know where to meet me at?" Arrigo argued.
"Easy: you don't. You're not going out clubbing or on any dates either," Jean crossed his arms and stood in front of the safe.
"Attitude and disrespect shouldn't be tolerated, teens should learn not just to listen to you, but also to be respectful when speaking to you. If you are having attitude problems, consider-"
"You're fucking grounding me?!" Arrigo's jaw was to the floor, "aw hell nah!"
"I am. You're only allowed to be here, my apartment, or accompanying wherever we need to be for a job."
"This is some fresh bullshit!" Arrigo flopped back onto the chair he was previously sitting in and crossed his arms, beginning to sulk like a child.
"Well whatever it is, you have to listen to me. I called Tricky Rickey and he said I can use any punishment I feel is necessary," Jean let himself flop down into his own desk chair.
Arrigo didn't answer him this time, just sat there staring at the floor, the corners of his lips pulled down into a comedic frown.
Jean sighed as he pressed the start button of his computer.
"Whatever happens remember: stay strong. When punishing teens you'll get a lot of push back. Yelling, cursing, silence, anything. Remember to stay firm in your decision, it's the only thing that will lead to respect in your house."
'yeah,' Jean thought to himself as he put the password in, 'easy for you to say'
"By the way, I grabbed you some stuff to keep you company."
"What is this, a fucking coloring book??"
"No, a notebook. For whenever I start making you copy sentences."
"Mannn what the hell!"
[divider , divider both by @uzmacchiato ]
