Chapter ten

"Who do you think you are kid? I'm Tony Alberta! The second son of Wesley Alberta! You think any threat you try and make will frighten me? You and your great grandfather are nothing more that silver spoon street rats!"

Owen glared at the man then let out a laugh.

"My great grandfather? He happens to have a name too! Have you ever heard of the Walsh family?"

Tony and his men stood silently for a moment as they tryed to think.

"Walsh? Is that the name of some cartoon character you watch kid? What kind of name is that?"

Tony and his men laughed.

Mr Walsh picked up his cane and whacked the man holding his arm in anger.

They dare make fun of his family name? They dare laugh at him? Then they should be good for nothing food for the earth!

"How dare you! Your stupidity and privileg truly knows no bounds! Call your father now! Maybe he can save your life today!"

Tony's pride took over. He wanted to call their bluff and show them how fast they threw their lives away. So he called his father.

"Father. I'm going to put you on speaker phone, there is someone here who wishes to speak with you. Saying that he knows you"

Tony put his father on speaker for the whole room to hear.

"Mr Alberta?"

"Yes. Who is this? Why do you claim to know me?"

"My name is Mr Paul Walsh. You second son has decided to ruin my lunch today. He has been harassing a young lady who has been doing nothing but try and help him. And. He and his men have dared to disrespect me and my family name."

Silence.

The other party on the end of the phone stayed quite for a moment.

"I told you old man! I called your bluff!"

"TONY! TAKE ME OFF OF SPEAKER RIGHT NOW! AS FOR YOUR MEN! TELL THEM TO LEAVE MR WALSH AND HIS GUESTS ALONE!"

Tony, startled, took his father off of loud speaker and hurried his men out the room.

"Father you are off speaker"

"Do you ever listen to me!? Mr Walsh will ruin me because of you! He is the man that made us! Do you not remember how the high archy works!? Did you learn nothing!?"

Owen watched as the blood and color seemed to drain from Tony's face. His eyes darted between Owen and Mr Walsh as he stood quietly listening to his father on the other end of the call.

Owen grew a smirk as Tony tryed to calm and apologise to his father. Soon enough the call ended and he bowed desperately in front of the great Mr Walsh .

He could do nothing but beg and plead for Mr Walsh to not take any rash actions against his family. If his father did not punish him when he got home surely his brother would bury him.

"Please! Mr Walsh! I beg for mercy! Please, find it in your heart to forgive me! "

Mr Walsh scoffed and looked at Owen then at Tony.

"I would batter you for insulting my family name but your fate is not in my hands. It's in his"

He motioned to Owen.