DD's // SAUDADE

- NINE -

Domenico hated aeroplanes. They would always make him sick on the verge of puking. The dizziness was always awful, and all these pills never worked for him. When he stepped out of the aeroplane, he held his breath for a couple of seconds, thinking he would vomit. He put his palm against his chest, breathing deep, trying to calm down, not wanting to ridicule himself in front of his father's bodyguards.

Lazaro stepped beside him, holding his son's duffel bag. He turned to him and chuckled before panting him gently on the back.

"You should try getting used to it, Domenico."

He smiled and started walking towards the car that was waiting for them. Domenico growled but fixed his t-shirt and followed his father. He was already missing his bed and room. The boy was thankful that he'd be away from his family for a while. He didn't know if he could handle Deetra's and Damon's attitudes just yet.

A man got out of the car and fixed his suit jacket. Domenico glared at the man from head to toes processing every one of his moves. It's been a while since he'd seen Damon.

"Hello Damon, thank you for agreeing with my proposal."

"Oh, no worries, uncle, I wanted an assistant anyway."

Damon smirked and pushed his hair backwards with his fingers, trying to fix them. He turned his chin towards Domenico, his cold stare filling the boy. Domenico gulped and looked away with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Let me get that, uncle. No need to tire your arms."

Damon smiled politely and grabbed the duffel bag from his uncle's hand. He turned to a bodyguard and handed it to him as the man nodded to his boss.

Lazaro turned to his son and messed with his hair for a split second before smirking, his pearly white teeth showing. Domenico glared at him, begging with his stare to return home. His father wasn't going to change his opinion any time soon.

"I hope the time you'll spend with your cousin changes your view about the mafia, Domenico."

Domenico mumbled something under his breath. Luckily his father didn't hear him. He patted his shoulder softly and returned to his aeroplane. Damon grabbed the boy's shoulder with force and spun him around with a low grin. The drug baron pushed Domenico towards the jeep and made him sit in the backseat. Damon sat in the front and looked at his "cousin" from the rearview mirror.

Domenico fastened his seatbelt before Damon managed to say anything. He kept looking outside even if he could feel the man's stare on him.

"Welcome to London, Domenico."

"Mhm...."

The kingpin chuckled and checked his phone.

"You aren't really talkative, hu?"

Domenico didn't answer back. He continued being quiet and glaring outside, wanting to enjoy London as much as he could.

When the car stopped, Domenico couldn't believe in his eyes when he faced Hopkins' mansion. It was pretty imposing and bigger than the one his parents had. Damon opened the door and grabbed his arm, getting him out of the car. Domenico made a sound from the sudden movement and the pain in his arm. It would leave a bruise for sure.

"Wow... Your mansion is really... cool...."

"My father built it. I mean, he paid people to build it."

He scoffed, walking towards the main entrance, Domenico following him with quick steps. His eyes were all over the place, in enthusiasm, when he stepped inside. There was gold everywhere, and he could already feel the luxuries. He handed him his duffel bag and started looking around in confusion.