The aggressive delinquent. Part I

The young man's head rested on his hands, which were supported by the metal frame at the back of a tactical van. There were men there, all dressed like SWAT members, but they didn't seem apprehensive about the boy who was there.

He himself seemed calm in that situation, in fact, he seemed quite thoughtful. Arthur Leon'Brave was the son of a security magnate in New York City, his father (Colt Leon'Brave) and his mother (Amelie Leon'Brave) owned a famous private security company called Brave Security.

He had a younger brother, Richard Leon'Brave, who was the epitome of perfection in that family. Arthur was a young man raised under the strict tutelage of his father, who had been in the military when he was younger and always, in a rigid manner, guided his son on what he believed was the right path. However, their personalities were different, Arthur, despite being talented, had always been rebellious.

He always questioned why all the fuss, why train so much? Why learn so much when he could be having fun? This drove a wedge between father and son until they seemed to hate each other. Arthur began to fight daily, and eventually, all the private schools wouldn't accept him anymore. After much sacrifice, his mother, a very intelligent woman and a skillful negotiator, managed to persuade the mayor of New York City to admit the young man to a public school, much to the dismay of the entire faculty.

What they didn't know was that Arthur, despite being a fighter, always stood up for those who couldn't protect themselves.

On the weekend prior to Arthur's school start, Brave Security partner, former German army general now retired, Albert Hoffmann, took his grandchildren to visit his friends in America. Albert was a man with numerous wrinkles showing the experience of time on his features; he had a large mustache and an elegant goatee, always dressed extremely well and with a sharp expression.

He had two grandchildren, the elder, Saymour Hoffmann, and the younger, Beatrice Hoffmann. Saymour was a man with almost white blond hair and dark blue eyes, with the physique of someone who exercised a lot; obviously, the reason was that he, like his grandfather, had followed the military path.

He was a promising young man who was quickly rising in rank in the German army. Beatrice, on the other hand, was two years older than Arthur, with hair also almost white blond, a slim and beautiful body, short hair just below the ears with a large fringe, light green eyes, and porcelain white skin.

As soon as they arrived at the grand Leon'Brave house, Beatrice went to Amelie after politely greeting everyone there. "Good morning, Aunt Amelie, I hope you're well!" She hugged Amelie, who smiled as soon as she saw her. "Good morning, dear. My, how you've grown, you're absolutely beautiful. I heard you got into college! That's truly amazing."

As she embraced Beatrice, Amelie stepped back and held her by the shoulders, observing the young woman's changes with a captivated smile on her face. Amelie Leon'Brave was a woman with bluish-black hair, usually tied back, with the physique of an Olympic athlete and features that always seemed suspicious.

As they stepped away, Beatrice looked embarrassedly at Beatrice; she was awkward about asking that question but swallowed hard and looked to the side. "Is Arthur here? Um... I... I brought a gift for him." For the boy's mother, who already knew what it was about, it was straightforward. Amelie smiled and gently patted Beatrice's head. "Of course, dear, you can go up, he's in his room.

He must be listening to music. Good luck, I'm rooting for you." She laughed again, captivatingly, which made the young woman in front of her blush even more. As Beatrice climbed the stairs, through the large window, she could see on the other side her grandfather, her brother, her uncle Colt, and young Richard talking. She headed to Arthur's room still shyly but confident in what she was about to do.

She knocked on the door a few times but got no response and then entered the room, but froze at the entrance. She looked at Arthur, who was sitting in a reclining chair with a headset that could hear from where he was, but what caught her attention was not that.

They exchanged messages weekly, but hadn't seen each other for at least six months. In the past, Arthur had black hair like his father, but his hair was now red, and he had earrings in his ears. She took a deep breath several times and thought to herself.

"What did he do to his hair? Well, earrings? Has Arthur turned into a rebel?" However, this situation didn't give her much time, because while she was thinking, the young man in front of her opened his eyes and smiled, getting up from the chair and hugging her.

"Hey Bea, how are you? Long time. You should have told me you were coming today." He was only wearing the bottom of pajamas, it was pants, but still his torso was exposed, making the young woman extremely flushed.

Beatrice looked at him and ran her hand through his hair, being slightly aggressive as she observed the work done there. "What? What? What did you do? turned into a street thug in the end?" Despite the words, she didn't seem angry or that she thought he was clumsy.

He, in turn, went to the wardrobe and grabbed a black shirt and began to dress, took off brown shorts and looked at Beatrice who was there. "Can you turn around, please?" The young woman turned around and soon he changed. Arthur was fifteen years old, two years younger than Beatrice, he was one meter and seventy-five, just like his mother, he had the physique of an athlete, although he always jumped from school to school, he was an excellent basketball player and a great karate fighter, he had bright red, rebellious hair, earrings in both ears, and an aggressive look, thin and narrow eyes.

As soon as he finished changing, he looked at her and sat on the bed, which was already made, it didn't seem like he had slept. "So, you're a college student now? That's cool, Bea, I always knew you'd do great things, you have almost the same intelligence as Mom when she was much younger.

" Arthur laughed, tapping the palm of his hand on his bed, indicating for the young woman to sit. She sat down and handed him a gift; he quickly opened it and smiled. Arthur was a simple young man who only cared about the gesture; the simple fact of being remembered by someone captivated him.

The young man approached her and hugged her, giving her a kiss on the forehead with a captivating smile on his face. "Ohhh, a beanie, that's cool!! Thank you, Bea!!" He really seemed pleased with the simple gift. Beatrice was quite flushed, but she didn't let that dictate her actions and decisions. "You've become quite a cheeky guy, hugging and kissing me like that. That's something a delinquent would do." She laughed happily at him.