THE DON- Pay Days {{MALE×MALE}} COMPLETE

Chapter Eighteen

"Take him."

He orders after laughing eerily, "I like you."

He turns around and gets into one of the fleet of cars parked by the building. The boy's tired body is pulled off the cold pavement and roughly flung into the car next to the man.

"Don Carlo. B..But..he sabotaged last night's sale"

Fox cries out just as confused at what is happening just as Niklaus.

In a flash his body goes lump and he falls to the ground with a heavy thud.

"If you can't be in charge, someone else will. Miserable weak idiot." 

This Don Carlo hisses his voice cold but face expressionless as if he isn't the one speaking, infact he turns around and offers a gentle smile to soothe Niklaus' shocked face.

"You just killed him."

The boy whispers in disbelief and shock, he squirms unconsciously retreating deep into the car seat.

"Given the chance last night, you would have too."

He answers simply moving his finger to caress the boy's swollen cheek

"I am going to create a raging fire out of the weak flame in you my dear boy."

"He's just a street dirty kid Don Carlo, how would he even help us."

a man sitting in the front seat next to the driver says spitefully, while throwing the boy a dirty look, he returns the favor making sure to throw him even a dirtier look.

"You were always so blind dear little brother. You should be scared of this boy."

Don Carlo says meaningfully while looking at Niklaus intently.

"A King in a peasant's clothes, how extraordinary."

The boy tenses, extremely nervous, the man sitting next to him whistles lazily while simultaneously humming to an unknown song, the more he sits there for another second the longer this journey becomes.

He notices the boy's fidgeting and gradually but sually rests his palm on the boy's smaller upper thigh.

"Boy you've got to stop shaking sometime today, you are in the best hands."

He assures casually well practiced deceitful smile playing on his lips.

A huge, snow white palatial mansion slowly comes into view as the driver turns into a bend, the high black gates open slowly giving way to full view of the exquisite palace.

Apart from the rushing of the fountain water sitting in the very middle of the mansion and the chirping of birds, the place is eerily silent and cold, if it weren't for the servants moving about in hurried steps and whispering in hushed tones with quick glances thrown their way, nobody would be convinced that somebody stays here.

"This is your new home. Son."

The man steps out of the vehicle and spreads his two large arms proudly showing off his home to Niklaus.

"Come now you must be very tired.
We must prepare you for the lessons, you start tomorrow."

He walks off leaving the boy behind not caring to see whether he will follow or not.

Niklaus turns around and start walking towards the gate but gets pulled back by the man who gave him dirty looks in the car a while back.

"Get back here you ungrateful little shit. I don't know what he sees in you."

"If you hate me so much maybe you should let me go. Win win." 

Niklaus utters rudely, roughly pulling himself off his hold.

"I love my life to risk it to save your pathetic one, he won't let you go, you are going to die here anyway."

"Ha, then I must stay."

The boy smirks sacarstically straightening his crumpled shirt and quickly follows the large man in larger strides.

If there is a chance he could die here. why not. Better to die like a King than a pauper on the streets.

***
For three years now he has endured the fluctuating personality of Don Carlo, the man has been strict, cold and cruel when dealing with him, instilling such heartlessness in the boy.

"For you to lead this Mafia, you have to be strong. To feel is to be weak and to be weak is to be fail!"

Don Carlo's thunderous voice booms heavily as he repeatedly and ferociously whip the poor boy's naked body, the punishment he gets is so heavy that he does not fall asleep for days after.

"What I show you right now is what the world will show you when you can't protect yourself, no son of mine will be bullied."

He adds furiously.

The stinging of the leather made whip has long ceased to cause Niklaus any form of pain.

Instead he kneels face cold and unbothered as if he is but a mere audience witnessing the punishing of another soul.

"What's your name?!"

Don Nikolai shouts sternly as cruel thrash of a whip lands violently on the boy's naked body.

"Nikolai. Son of Don Carlo, heir to the Carlo Mafia."

He repeats over and over again voice detached and cold.

"Repeat it like you mean it boy."

He commands harshly and the boy repeats till his voice becomes hoarse and strained, from thirst, hunger and exhaustion.