The Devil's Debt

Dining

When I walk downstairs, I walk into the dining room and there's a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling and Kyzer sits at one end of the table. My heels echo through the air of the empty room and when I sit, he grins at me. When he puts up a finger, servants bring us two plates of food and two bottles of wine. Cabernet, and Zinfandel. I look down at the food and they sit down bread, vegetables, shrimp, and scalloped potatoes for sides, then they sit down two wine glasses.

"Dinner looks great. Sorry I couldn't make up my mind." I say, smiling.

"Very indescisive, I see." he says licking his lips and looking me up and down. I decided to wear a red dress and heels to match, and as I pick up my fork and knife, he continues to look me over. "You look good." he says.

"As do you." I say. "Although I'd rather be in a comfortable robe." I add, chuckling as I put shrimp, potatoes, and veggies on my plate.

"If that's what you wanted, you could've requested it." he says.

"I'm kidding. Why so serious?" I say, laughing.

He chuckles and sits up, cutting into his steak. He grabs a bottle of Cabernet and pops it open, then pours some in his glass. "Cabernet?" he asks.

"Sure. I don't think I've ever had it." I say, eating a slice of steak and a piece potato.

"What about Zinfandel?" he asks arching an eyebrow.

"Nope." I say, laughing.

"Wow, where have you been?" he asks, chuckling and pouring my drink.

"I've never really been a drinker." I say.

"This might change your mind." he says, grinning as he sits the bottle down.

"Here. Eat this and drink some of your wine with it." he says, cutting a piece of my steak and holding it up for me to eat it. While I'm chewing it, I drink some of my wine and a burst of flavor consumes my mouth. "Oh my God. That's good." I say, my eyes wide.

"Try some of the other one." he says, waving a servant over to bring another glass.

He pours the Zinfandel into it and gives it to me as I eat another piece of steak. I drink the wine with the steak and I sit back in my seat. "Wow. That's amazing. I don't know why I've never tried that." I say.

"I think it was something along the lines of you not being a drinker." he says, smirking.

"Right." I say, smiling. "So, I have a question." I say, still eating.

"What's that?" he asks, putting some potatoes on his plate and grabbing a piece of shrimp.

"What do you do? You're always on your phone and you had this dark vibe going when you left for 'work' this morning." I say, finger quoting work.

"Do you really wanna know?" he asks, grinning at me.

"You're grinning. What is it?" I say, anticipating his answer.

"I run one of the largest mafias in the world." he says plainly.

I start laughing and I shake my head. "The mafia isn't real." I say, laughing and eating. When he doesn't reply, I look up at him and the smile leaves my face. "You're not kidding?" I say, a strange feeling taking me over.

He raises his eyebrow, giving me an answer. Then he looks me over, reading me. "Are you scared?" he asks, not really seeming to care if I am or aren't.

"I don't know.. it's just I.. I've never really heard of any mafias before. Why haven't I heard about any other mafias?" I ask.

"It's because we like to stay invincible. In a way, enemy or not, we all help each other out." he states, cutting his steak and eating it.

"How?" I ask, continuing to eat.

"Well, one of the reasons you haven't heard of any mafias before is because we like to keep a low profile. Everything that happens in the mafia world, stays in the mafia world. We never try and expose ourselves to the public and nobody wants any trouble with other mafias unless it's money, business, or relationship related, in fear of their mafia being exposed."

"Relationship? What do you mean?" I asks, curious.

He sighs and puts his untensils down. "This is probably a poor excuse, but say you're my wife, or my girlfriend, right?" he starts.

"Right." I say, feeding into it.

"If someone from another mafia, even in our own mafia, but another mafia since we're on that subject, if you were my wife or girlfriend, and someone else from another mafia were to go behind my back and do things with you, basically like an affair, then we'd have some animosity between the two of our mafias because you belong over here, with me, and they're interfering with another man's mafia, which is against the code. So that would cause problems and lead to some bigger problems like murder, raids, break in's, anything I could do to the other person to get revenge on them, and of course if they retaliate, that would draw suspicion and eventually draw our mafias out if we continued, and we would be arrested for anything illegal they found on us. Years in prison, probably life or execution." he explains.

"Wow. Has that ever happened before?" I ask.

"In the history of the mafia, yes, yes it has. The last incident was almost two decades ago, when I was only six." he admits.

"Was it your mafia?"

He stays quiet and looks off in thought and then shakes the thought away.

"How are you liking it here?" he asks, finishing what's on his plate.

That was a sudden change in subject.

"It's good here." I say, ignoring it.

"What do you like about it? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"

"Not really. Are we gonna go out at all? I don't wanna be trapped in the house all the time." I say.

"We will. We'll have parties to attend, clubs to go to, different mafias to see around the world, and more. We'll be out almost as much as we'll be in." he says, finishing his plate as I finish my wine. We sit at the table for a few more minutes that turn into hours, and the next thing I know, I'm drunk and ready to sleep.

Kyzer helps me upstairs and into the bed as I giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asks, grinning at my drunken state as he lies me down.

"Nothing. Your.. your face just looks really weird. I like your eyebrows very much." I say, putting my hand on his face to rub his eyebrow.

He sits there for a second, looking at me before chuckling and getting up. "Sleep well." he says.

"Wait. Ky?" I say, halfway asleep.

"Yes?" he says turning around and looking at me.

"Could you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?"

He pauses and looks down at me, contemplating it. Then he sighs and walks back in. "Sure."

"Take your shoes off. And your tux jacket. Better yet, strip to your boxers. I wanna be warm." I say with a smirk.

"How about we stop at the pants?"

"Okay. That's good enough." I say back.

He does as I asked him and he strips to his pants, leaving his shirt on, and lies in bed with me. I wrap my arm around his waists and I throw my leg over his, resting my head next to his hip as I doze off.