Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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We were sitting down, eating our burger and chips and drinking coke, getting to know each other.

"So are you from these ends b?" I asked her.

"Nah, I'm from Nottingham," she explained. "I'm staying in Birmingham for a few months with my aunt."

"Ah," I responded. "I've always been from Birmingham, you see."

"Hahaha it's so nice up here. I really like it, wish I could live here permanently," she smiled.

"Why don't you then?" I asked.

"My mum's ill you see. I have to look after her and she doesn't like London so I just have to do what she wants. My dad isn't around anymore so I try my best coping on my own," she shrugged.

I gasped a little. "Your dad isn't around?" I asked.

"Yeah, he left me when I was ten," she explained. "I'm doing fine just me and my mum though. I don't need a dad."

I was surprised. Her dad had left her at the same age mine did? It seemed a bit strange. Part of me wanted to say "same here" but I didn't want to look desperate by forcing the two of us to be compatible. "That's a shame," I said instead. "It must be really hard for you b."

"Nah, it's a piece of cake," she said. "But anyway, enough about me. Tell me about yourself b."

"Well, I work at Hollister," I said, laughing. "I don't know to be honest. I'm just out here having fun. Ever since I was sixteen, just been partying, chilling with my boys, trying to stack P's, you know?"

She nodded, laughing. I didn't want to tell her about my involvement in the Mafia. I didn't want to tell her that I'd just come out of prison a few weeks ago. I didn't want to ruin the moment or put her off from talking to me...

The same mistake that I'd made with Chantelle all of those years ago.

"About that party life eh? I don't really party myself cos I have to work so hard for my mum, don't really get much time for myself..." She paused. "But now I'm up in Birmingham living with my aunt I'd love to go to a party, kick my legs up and relax a bit..."

"Why didn't you say so?" I asked, hyper. "We can go to a party together. I haven't been to one myself since..." I broke off my sentence. I hadn't been to a party since I'd been thrown in prison.

"Since when?" she asked.

"Since last month," I lied quickly. "Been ages."

"Well we better party then!" she exclaimed. "How about next weekend?"

"Lit b," I said in response. "Why not tonight though?"

"Ah, my aunt needs me at home for a few things. Gonna be a busy week. But I'll be free next weekend, definitely."

"Calm, calm," I replied. I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

We continued getting to know each other for hours, talking about our families, our hobbies, our interests, our tastes, the food that we liked, funny memories that we had in the past... and I was already really into her. Settling down into the normal life and not the road life was going so well. I'd got myself a job, made up with my mother, and now I'd met a gorgeous girl who showed a real interest in me. Maybe this girl was the one for me. I was getting a really good feeling about her...

Was it stupid of me to already get my hopes up over a woman that I'd just met? I didn't know. But my attitude towards women had changed ever being locked up inside. I was getting tired of casual sex... I wanted something deeper and meaningful to stop feeling empty inside, and fill the void within me.