Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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I walked past endless houses, trying to spot which one was his. Then I recognized his car, and it was parked right outside his house. I looked up and smiled. I was here.

As soon as I saw the townhouse where Steve lived, I stopped running. Some of the windows were smashed, and it looked pretty rough... but I didn't care.

I walked through the front gate and knocked on the front door. I stood there for five minutes just knocking, until I reached for the door handle and realised the door was already open.

I made my way inside, taking a deep breath in. This was it. This was his house. I just hoped he wouldn't be pissed off at me for turning up unannounced.

When I walked into the living room, I was shocked. There were chandeliers hanging on the walls, white leather sofas and a 70-inch wide-screen plasma TV plastered across the wall.

Why did this place look so flashy on a plumber's measly wage?

"Steve?" I called out. "Steeeeeve?"

There was no response, so I carried on walking further into the house.

I walked into another flashy room, and then my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I saw a man and woman completely naked, fucking each other on the couch. They didn't seem to notice I was there so I quickly departed from the room and started making my way upstairs, fucking traumatised at what I'd just witnessed. Something didn't feel right about this.

As I made my way upstairs, I started coughing uncontrollably. The house started to wreak with the stench of cigarettes and alcohol. There were beer cans scattered everywhere, around every room. I walked into a bedroom and saw weed plants in front of me. I was absolutely shocked. What the fuck was going on?!

I gasped, dismayed, as I looked further to see a cabinet full of boxes and needles. There were pills, morphine injections...

I needed to get out of here, fast. I slowly walked backwards, terrified, as I began making my way out of the room... And then I bumped straight into somebody.

Fuck.

I heard the cock of a gun, and felt the feeling of hard metal being pressed against my head. I swallowed, hard, slowly turning around. I was fucking terrified.

A massive man was towering over me, holding a gun against my temple. He was tall, around six foot, and muscular. I swallowed nervously, sweat beading on my forehead, my heart throbbing against my chest, as I watched my life flash before my eyes.

"It looks like we have a trespasser," he said quietly. "Give me one good reason that I shouldn't put a bullet through your brain right now."

More men started crowding around... Men who looked just like this one.

I was trapped... with no way out. I might as well wave goodbye to my life right now. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. The trinity.

"I - I didn't mean any harm," I said, trembling and shaking with fear.

"Aw, he's a little yute," one of them laughed. "He's gonna go straight to the police, isn't he?"

"I won't, I s - swear!" I cried out. "Please just let me go!"

The man drew the gun angrily, cocking it and refilling it with bullets.

"NO! No!" I begged. "Please!"

"Stop!" A booming, authoritative voice came from behind the men.

The man walked into the room, and everybody looked at him thoughtfully, like he was powerful, like he was their master. His face came into full focus...

It was Steve.