Luck was on his side (Kingbury)

His Promise

The boy walked into his room, leaving George alone in the hallway. He ambled down the hall to his own room, about three doors down from his Soulmate. For a while he didn't know if he even existed, but he was relieved. The boy, Samuel, seemed like a bit of a pushover. Not that it was a bad thing, but it highlighted the fact that they were probably opposites. George almost hoped he wouldn't find the boy who's name was on his arm, due to his promise. What promise? A promise to his mother. She was a smart woman, and George knew to listen to her. So he did. His father was a crime boss before him, and he always hurt his soulmate. He always hurt George's mother. And George hated him for it, who wouldn't. His mother made him promise her he would give whoever his soulmate was the best life possible, and he agreed. A week later her body was found a few miles downstream. 

He was going to keep that promise, if he could. He did think the boy was cute, although a bit naive. George let down his hair and got dressed into his pajamas before flopping onto his bed. He didn't really know if he'd like Samuel or not. He didn't believe in soulmates, to be honest. His 'business' probably wasn't the best place for the boy. Although he couldn't kick him out, the kid'd die on the streets. George didn't really know what to think of this situation, but he was going to get through it. He just had to be smart about it. 

It took a few hours, but he finally fell asleep.

The next day George woke up around six, and rolled out of bed to get dressed. After about an hour of deciding what to wear he came out in pretty much what he wore the day before, but his vest was white, while his undershirt was dark red. His black pants stood constant, however. After he fixed his hair, (Down today, because he didn't want a receding hairline) he walked out the door and toward Samuel's room. After knocking, he heard a loud 'THUMP' which he assumed was the boy falling off of the bed. Soon the door opened and Samuel looked up at him, clearly embarrassed from falling. George looked from his rat's nest of light-blue hair and his clothes that looked like five generations of hand-me-downs,

"Didn't you wear that yesterday?"

"I- uh, sorry- I don't have any clothes,"

"I see. Well, I'll just have to fix that." George began as he motioned for the boy to follow him, he took him to his room,

"Before we get you dressed,  we need to fix your hair. How do you like it?" George asked as he brought Samuel to the side-room to the left of his room, where he did his hair and picked out his clothes. As Samuel was thinking, George rolled his sleeves up,

"I don't really mind,"

"In that case it's going up. From what I've seen It's always in your face anyways," he states before finding a wooden brush from his desk and beginning to run it through his hair, and spraying in a bit of dry-conditioner in there too so the tangles would come out easier. Samuel sat in awkward silence. He couldn't really think of much to say, so he just decided to talk about the only thing he knew about George,

"So... whats it like being CEO of a big-name company...?" he asked as George finished brushing out his wavy hair.

"Pretty boring, but that's not even my job so," he chuckled before pulling Samuel's hair into a pony-tail, although he left some down on either side to braid back.

"You're not?"

"No, that's just a cover. I'll be honest, I don't think you'd live if you decided to tell anyone, and I kind of trust you, Samuel, don't know why, I guess since we're soulmates are something" he started,

"I'm a leader of a big branch of organized crime. I steal lots of money, and kill a few people, it's pretty simple. It's fun, really, but blood doesn't wash out easily," he states as he continues to braid Samuel's hair. Samuel gulps, he realized he didn't know what he was getting into when he came here. He didn't even know how to process this information. Part of him was in denial, or praying it was some twisted humor. Although he did believe it possible, he'd read news on organized crime in the city on some news sites, it worried him. George noticed the boy became pale and laughed, Samuel noticed that his laugh was very pretty, and very silky. And the laugh of a murder.