Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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I screamed, shaking my fists angrily and punching the wall, trying to let out all of the frustration that had been building up in me ever since I was left for dead. I took deep breaths in and out, trying my best to get myself together, and calm myself down.

Then I heard the door knock. I figured it must have been Mum with the food from the corner shop.

I opened the front door, only to my sheer shock to see Steve there. I slammed the door right back in his face, desperately trying to lock it before he could come inside. I'd just been raging over this bastard, and he had the audacity to turn up to the house unannounced. I wanted to kill him for everything that he'd done. I couldn't manage to hold the door off – Steve was much bigger than me, much more taller, much more muscular, much more heavily built – and he made his way in.

"Louis, Louis, Louis," he said softly, his voice alarmingly soft. He sounded like a psychopath. "You're a brave boy."

"Get the fuck away from me!" I screamed. "I don't want anything to do with you!"

He stared at me angrily. Blood rushed to his face as his eyes watched me with a piercing look, and his veins made their way to the surface of his skin. I could almost see steam coming out of his ears.

"You think this is my fault?!" Steve roared. "You had one job and you couldn't even do it. Stupid bastard gets himself stabbed instead! And Thomas is still roaming around, alive. Do you realise what you've done?!"

"He's not roaming around, he's in prison," I said bitterly.

"Prison?" Steve remarked. "You do realise he's appealing against the decision? He's telling them that he stabbed you in self-defense. And it's true." He paused. "We still need him dead."

I gulped, wondering why I hadn't thought of that. I knew something was wrong the minute Mum broke the news to me in the hospital. There's two sides to every story... and Thomas probably gave them his. I knew that Thomas wasn't going to go down with a fight. That he wasn't going to let this go so easily.

"And while he's still alive, he can go telling the police about me," Steve went on, rage written all over his face. "Do you realise how serious this is?! He's gonna get away with stabbing you and I'm gonna get dobbed in too!"

Steve spat in my face, grabbing hold of my shoulders, shaking me so hard I almost fell over.

"W - what do we do?" I stammered.