It's Always Been You

five

~damien solace~

I walk out the hospital in a rush, feeling hot. What the fuck was that? A woman walked in and it's like I didn't know what the fuck to do with myself anymore. She was beyond beautiful. She had gorgeous, long light brown hair. It was layered cut and slightly curled like she had just woken up. She was about 5'5 maybe, skinny, but curvy. Her deep blue eyes stared into my fucking soul. Like she was trying to figure me out, and I was afraid she had. Once I mocked her motion, her pink, plump lips almost turned into a smile. Godamn she was beautiful, too beautiful. Too beautiful for a man like me to even think about.

I got inside the car feeling.. tight. Like my pants don't fit me anymore. Fuck. I have never gotten a boner from someone wearing a graphic shirt with fucking sweat shorts. This is almost embarrassing. I trust to adjust my pants but it's useless. Dammit. I just got to Russia, and this shit happens. I am the future Don of the Italian Mafia and I am here for a fucking ball. My Papa doesn't think I'm ready to take over but I think it's just his hatred towards me rather than him actually thinking I cannot do it. I can. I know I can. Everyone thinks I can, except him. I've learned to not give a fuck about his opinion anymore. But it's not good for people to believe I'm incapable of becoming Don. But my father has a plan; taking over the Russian mafia. The ball is a perfect way to start actually but I don't know what to expect. I know nothing about this family except that he has a son, a daughter and a loving wife. Basic, but there has to be more under the scene. And it's my job to figure it out. Thinking about my father has made my erection long gone. I pull out of the parking lot, heading for the hotel I've been staying at.

Luis is waiting outside the hotel, smoking a cigarette. Luis is my second hand man, and the only person I trust. Well, I never fully trust anyone, but you get what I'm saying. He is on this 'mission' with me I guess. "Sup." He nods to me, before passing me a cigarette. After a while, he finally starts talking again. "I got something. His name is Easton Powers. His son, Apollo Powers, 22, has cancer and is living in the same hospital you were just at. His daughter, Serena Powers is 19, still lives with her parents from what I know. Then, Soleen Powers, his wife, a great one at that from what I can tell. They've been together since before he became Don." He finishes, looking at me in between each person he told me about. Okay, Apollo has cancer, Serena is still living with the parents and Soleen is a good wife. But I need something I can work with. As if he reads my mind, he tells me more about them.

"Serena has this friend, Madison. I saw her coming out of the house a couple days ago and I looked more into her. She and Serena has been friends since gradeschool , practically growing up together. But I sense Madison is a bit jealous. Envious almost." He says, confusing me on where he is going with this. "But Madison is known for sleeping around so I was thinking.. You could sleep with her."

I inhale the smoke, shocked as shit, coughing as it goes down the wrong pipe. Okay, I didn't expect that in the slightest. "Fuck her? Where would that get me?" I say once I get my composure back.

"For information. See what she could tell us." He takes a long drag of his cigarette again, calm as ever.

"What makes you so sure she'll tell me anything?"I question, skeptical about the whole thing. Who would risk someone life over sex?

"I don't. But I'm pretty sure she will. Like after you have sex, cuddle her a little I guess and ask some questions, after that, leave." He shrugs as if it's the easiest thing ever. Why does he make everything sound so simple? I take another drag before throwing it down and stomping on it. Okay, okay. I can work with this. But why not sleep with his daughter? But I'm pretty sure she'll be too loyal to let up. The best friend is so called jealous of Serena so she might let up. By telling her she's more beautiful than Serena or some shit.