Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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I made my way to my stepdad's house, listening to a Mist track, Smokey. I started enjoying the lyrics.

Late night cruising on a graft, smoking on the lemon or the am. Rolling on the passenger, cos I'm on a ban. Not long left now new whip soon land. Superbike daily cause I can, beamer try chase me, yeah it's mad kinda aggy lost the chase on the path. I'm weighing up the math, ain't worth the jail, are you daft? Said it ain't worth the jail, are you daft?

I turned off the song abruptly and rewinded.

Ain't worth the jail, are you daft?

Who knew this scenario would have fitted my life so perfectly right now? Was chasing Thomas and killing him really worth it? The consequences for me could be brutal. Why couldn't I just let my stepdad be thrown into prison?! Why did I still have such a soft spot for him?

I brushed off my thoughts as I reached the front door of his house. I didn't know why my feet carried me here. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, or thinking at this point.

I just knew that what I was about to tell Steve was going to change my life forever.

The conversation that I was about to have with him... the things that I was about to tell him.

There was no turning back after this.

And the truth is...

I didn't want to.

I knocked on the door, hard, and one of his friends opened it.

"You alright cuz?" the guy said.

"Erm, yeah," I said vaguely. "I've come to see my stepdad."

"He's out mate, but you can come inside and wait if you want," he said, shrugging. I guess he was confused because he'd never seen me before. "My name's Ijaz, by the way. What's your name cuz?"

"Louis," I replied, smiling at him. He smiled back and shook my hand.

"Alright then Louis," he said, and lead me to the lounge. There were several stunning girls sitting on the couch wearing incredibly revealing clothes. They started giggling when they saw me walk in with Ijaz. Ijaz winked at them seductively, but they wouldn't even look at him. I rolled my eyes. Thirsty bitches.

I turned away from them, not wanting to get involved with any girls, since every single one I'd come across had been a sket. I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of water. I just wanted Steve to hurry the fuck up and get back to his house already, so that I could talk to him. My patience was wearing thin.

I grabbed a cup from the rack to pour my water into, only to have a girl's pale hand cover mine. She dragged her long, red nails across the bare skin of my hands, and I swallowed. I slowly turned my head around to see an incredibly beautiful girl with big brown eyes and long jet black hair, staring right at me. "Let me pour it for you," she smiled.

"I'm fine, honestly..." I mumbled.

"No no, I insist," she said, pouring the cup for me and placing it between my hands. I began drinking from it slowly, and wanted to bolt out of the door away from all of these people, but my body failed me. The girl wouldn't stop staring at me. She bit her lip, as she held her gaze with mine.

"You're absolutely gorgeous," she said, stroking my face with her slender hands. "Milky brown chocolate skin, mmmm..."