The Mafia King's Nicotine

Chapter 24

Left alone to explore his semi-large home, Vivian wandered room from room. She was bored out of her mind, especially now without her phone to keep her entertained. She figured after she was done exploring she could watch tv, but she doubted she could figure out how to use the remote.

She began in the upstairs of the house. A lot of the rooms were just bedrooms, nothing special. She thought she found Erik's room, it smelled like him, but she couldn't bring herself to go further than the doorway. She didn't want to invade anyone's privacy. One of the doors was locked, but she didn't think much of it. He was in the mafia, he was bound to have some secrets, she could always ask him about it later.

Wandering down the wooden staircase, running her fingers along the log banister, stepping down each step slowly she looked at the pictures on the wall. All were of some outdoor scenery, no family photos or memories. She frowned, wondering if the rest of their lives would be spent in such a hidden world.

A door opening to her left caught her attention and she looked down from the high step she was on, to see a heavily built man, even more so than Erik, with short, blond hair enter the hallway and close the door behind him.

"What's down there?" She asked, causing the man to look up. He regarded her in confusion for a moment before it clicked in his mind who she was.

He laughed slightly to myself, "I would rather keep my eyes and ears where they are, so pretty lady, I ain't gonna tell ya." He spoke with a southern drawl, smirking up at her and pushed the key into the lock.

Vivian just rolled her eyes and huffed, stepping down the stairs once more, swinging around on the end of the railing. "That's boring." She sucked her teeth, "I'll just ask Erik later."

Again the large man laughed, jiggling the handle to make sure it was locked, "You do that, pretty lady, but I can almost guarantee he's gonna give ya the same answer." He looked at her for a moment, "So, what you wanna do?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Why do you care?"

"Well, boss man told me to watch after you, so..."

"Babysitting duty." She crossed her arms and huffed.

"Babysittin' duty."

"I was just going to go watch some tv, but I might need some help figuring it out. Y'all got a smart tv, I don't know how that shit works." She watched his movements with squinted eyes, "So you must be Lynol?"

"Yep, now come on." He waved for her to follow him into the living room, and flopped down onto the couch. She curled up on one of the gray chairs, feet tucked under her. Lynol turned on the tv and opened up a menu tab, "Netflix, Hulu, youtube or cable." he asked waving the remote around.

She looked at him for a moment, thinking. "Hulu is shit. Netflix, I want to watch pulp fiction."

"Okay." He clicked on netflix and pulled up Pulp Fiction for her.

They sat together for a while, just watching the film, but she could feel his eyes on her from time to time. At first, she disregarded it, thinking it was just because she was constantly quoting the film and at one point was ranting about how Quentin Tarantino must have purposely put in so many French references to make her angry.

Finally losing her patience after she still felt him looking at her, even though she had stopped talking, she snapped. "What the hell are you looking at?"

"You." He stated.

"Well stop! It's pissing me off."

He scoffed, "Most women would feel honored to have a handsome man lookin' at 'em."