The moon and the mafia

One

George walks out of the hotel into the cold of the night as he fixes the collar on his red silk tux. He looks up at the moon and feels a gaze of disappointment and the people around George look at him as if he is crazy.

The people around George happen to be some of the most powerful and dangerous people in London, yet somehow George feels safe. These are his people, he trusts them. He trusts Quackity.

Quackity and George had been friends in primary school, they grew up together however Quackity took a path which landed him in the mafia at a young age and after the assassination of their leader he found himself taking the throne after years of hard work.
George refused to talk to quackity after he stared getting involved in the mafia until one evening after George's university lecture he found himself at the casino where he would count the cards and rig the game. It made him feel better in some sick, twisted way. That's were he seen Quackity. He didn't look to happy, in fact he looked terrified and high. George had asked him what was wrong and he babbled on about loosing a bunch of the mafia money and how he was in danger of he didn't get it back.

George didn't think.

He was a very intelligent man.

But George had many mindless moments and this was one of them.

George offered to gamble the money back for him.

George and Quackity came to an agreement.

After a long night of success and wealth Quackity had offered George a spot in the mafia, a job.

George would make the money and give a portion of it to the mafia, keep a share and have protection, status and a good time. After years and years of being in university, working toward a 9-5 job he never wanted, this opportunity seemed unreal. It seemed like a real life so that brings us back to today.

George slipping into the back of a black limousine with atleast 10 other men, each of them stronger than the other.

George listened while all of the men groaned on with their lack of intelligence.

George didn't mind their babbling however, they were like a family he had never had so he loved them anyway.

The limo ride was short and sweet so when they pulled up outside of the Casino of dreams, George was awake and alert and ready for the night.

The man working at the desk swiftly walked with his little suit and funny looking hat to open the car door for George and let him out. George was respected so the boy was obviously nervous, his hands trembling inside his white gloves.

George however was nothing intimidating.

"Thanks Tommy" George grinned as he looked at the boys name tag and strolled towards the door where he was greeted by another member of staff who opened the door and let him and the rest of the men inside.
They all packed into the elevator, packed like sardines, not a single doubt in the air. Not a single man had a doubt about George's ability.

Apart from George. And that was not good.

The moon felt wrong tonight.

Never the less he strutted out of the elevator with a walk dripping with confidence, towards Quackity who was already at the bar, 10 drinks deep.

Quackity struggled. There was always so much going on, so much to conceal and hide. He was drowning.

But this. George. The money. The friendship, it was something to look forward to.

"Are you ready for tonight george?" Quackity grinned, scotch in hand.
"Would you be mad if I said no?" George's voice shakes. Quackity is never mad at him for taking a day off because he trusts George's instinct and tonight felt wrong.
Quackity giggled "is the moon giving you bother huh?"
George nodded with slight embarrassment as Quackity signalled over a drink for George.
"What is it with you and the moon?" Quackity asks with a hint of genuine curiosity.
George stays silent which causes Quackity to not press the subject and instead send him off to the dance floor with a drink, with a reminder to stay far away from the owner of the casino.

Quackity often describes the owner of the casino of dreams as dangerous and cruel, there are many rumours about the man but George doesn't know what he believes. All he knows for certain is that if the owner found out he was the card counter he would be in danger.

George didn't drink often, he had to keep his mind sharp but he decided to let loose tonight.

A few drinks deep and his bow tie was somewhere on the dance floor, along with his common sense, his first three buttons where out which was an attractive look on a man like George.

Who could resist?

George was dancing carelessly as he became suddenly aware of a man pressing himself against him. George created a space between them but the man only got closer and grabbed the brits wrist and pulled him in.

The room was hazy as George made an attempt to pull his arm away.

Where was his men?

"leave me alone." George mumbled as he continued to attempt a getaway.

The scruffy man grabbed the back of George's head and pulled him in for a kiss which George avoided like it was fire, burning his pale skin.

George yelled out for help but his pleads were drowned out by the drunken people which surrounded them.

As George cried out for help he couldn't help but wonder where his people were, where his family were.

"You don't know who your messing with."  George said in a stern voice in an attempt to deter the slug

When this doesn't help George turns to pleading between distressed kisses.

"Please no." George whimpers.

Suddenly his prayer was answered and the man seemed to have disappeared.

George's drunken mind struggled to comprehend what happened until he saw a tall blonde nursing his bruised knuckles and that is when George looked down to see the man against the floor.

The blonde looked different from everyone in the room, everyone else was in suits and had a sense of toxic masculinity but the blonde, he wore a white shirt, black baggy nylon trousers with pockets and a chain attached to him black belt, which matched his black painted nails and eyeliner and the dangling cross earring hanging from his ear completed the look but George couldn't take his eyes of of the blondes long mess on his head, it was so messy it was perfect, George snapped out of his trance and looked down again.

The man attempts to get back up while laughing but is met with a harsh kick to the stomach.

The anger in the blonde mans eyes was like a fire. An untamed fire that would burn out of control with a wrong movement.

"He's down!" George called as the blonde reached down to grab the man but stopped as he heard George's voice.

The man brings his head up and stares into George's eyes for a second and George watches at the fire calms down to a simple flame and the tension seems to drain out of the blondes body.

The moment was interrupted by the beaten man on the floor.

"Is that your boyfriend huh? Well he was practically begging for it, little slut." He giggles. What a stupid man, he must be crazy.

The taller mystery man balls his fist and prepares to punch him right in the face until he is stopped by George's hand on his. The contact made the mystery man flinch.

"I got this."

The man watched as George gave the beaten man a hand and helped him up.

The mystery man looked confused until George made a punch that broke the mans nose upon impact.

"Bitch!" Yelled the bruised man.

"It's time for you to go." Said the mystery man in a thunderous American voice which sent a slight tingle down the brits spine.

Before George could process anything, the American left with the beaten man towards the back exit.

"Wait up!" George called after he had gathered his thoughts and began chasing the pair