The boy with a pink shoes

My dirty little secret

He is the true definition of divine beauty. Lately, Jackson was acknowledged that he is the stepson of the godfather, the old man that brings him along. 

He is the infamous cold and heartless young master that does not even flinch when he pulls the trigger to a head shoot for the traitor in the organization. Despite his slender and flawless pale skin, his punch can knock out a man in one swing. He mastered in Jujitsu and Krav Maga, smarts and educated also add to his perfect profile lists. His presence only is intimidating. 

Since their first encounter, Jackson has a tingling feeling, the nostalgic feel that said somehow they are no stranger to each other. It is burdened his thought until he found out the truth, in one of the bloody gang war, he stays beside the young master, and found out about the scar and the mole on his chest. It hit him really hard, he can't believe his luck. The heartless young master is his Mark. 

That night he sleeps with tears staining his face, hold on tight to an old little pink shoes, his lucky charm, the only good memory in Jackson harsh life, the pink shoes that Mark give him when they were kid, the pink shoes that he wear for the first time on that unfortunately day, the shoes that he never has the nerve to put on again, dirtied by the soil and Mark blood. The stain that lasts no matter how Jackson trying to wash it. 

Since that day the affection and longing grow inside Jackson. Jackson is not a gay, he might be giving his previous boss and senior some blow job for their 'need' in their high phase of the drug, but he never let anyone top him. He only fucks pussies, he lost his virginity when he fifteen years old and he never involve his heart in it. Not until he falls in love with his young master aka his long lost childhood friend. Everything about Mark is so thrilling and turns him on. Make him falling deeper into his one-sided obsession. 

Everything is well hidden until that night, when his new boss, the Godfather aka Mark stepfather force himself to Jackson and Jackson knock him out breathless and Mark walked in, found Jackson with a bloody paperweight on his hand standing still on the move less body with blood pooling around his head, they share a gaze in dead silent    

"He tries to drug and ravishes me"

said Jackson calmly, not even move a single muscle. He kept his gaze on Mark dazzling cold eyes all along, there is no fear reflect from Jackson, not even when Mark walk in gracefully, close the door behind him, opened the glass display on the wall, take one of the sharpest hunting blade in it, walk closed to Jackson, put the sharp part of the blade on Jackson throat, reach out and take the paperweight from Jackson hand and put it on the desk.
At that time instead of threatened, Jackson is hypnotized by Mark, he knows his time is coming, but death is like an old friend for him and if he could choose his death, then he is more than happy to die by the hand of his beloved one side love. Jackson refuses to close or averted his eyes from Mark and a faint smile formed on his lips, try to embed Mark beautiful face into his mind so the last thing that he sees is the face of his perfectly flawless Mark. Mark tilts his head and leans into Jackson's ears

"Tell me one good reason why I should not kill you" shivers run through all over Jackson body and spine it almost makes his leg give up. Mark's voice is so deep and close, Jackson can feel the warmth of Mark breath on his nape.

"Than my life is yours and I'll be your most loyal dog"

"A dog can bite the hand of his master" Mark pull his head back and face Jackson once again, it so close that their nose hovering at each other. Jackson gulp but still try to hide his nervousness

"Not gonna happen, if you are my master" a smirk curved in Mark's lips, he put down his blade, and stare at Jackson before he leans in again in Jackson's ear and whispered

"Then hiding... and don't show up until I call you" Jackson stunned for a while as if he is been hypnotized than he moves back and hides in the corner of the room behind the thick curtain.
Everything after that is just like a movie. How Mark took off his glasses and put in the desk, grab the paperweight, kneeling before the move less body and smashed the face with it until it totally damage and he could hear the crack voice. Then Mark takes the blade and stab it on the chest and cut it open. After that, he dives in his hand and pulls out the heart. The door tear down from outside and all gang the member stunned when they found Mark covered in blood, smirk with a red fresh heart on his grip and blade in his another hand, standing above their dead boss.

"What? You all know he deserved it, he fucks my mother and kills my father, his own brother. I am just returning the favor"

"From now on, I'll take the lead and entire organizations. Any objection can directly address to me. Question?" the crowds got silent, bare hand Mark is dangerous and now he has a blade in his hand, only the one with a death wish can object to the new boss.

"Than get rid of this bastard..., and take this" Mark signaled one of his underlings to come near him and hand over the heart

"Cooks it..." the underling's hands shake and his eyes widened

"Cooks it and give it to the dog" Mark glared back at his underline that nod and disappear right away

Another break... 😂 I'm really sorry...🙏🙏 but don't worry, I already finish the story.
So please enjoy the ride, and I'm really sorry for the foul language, I have to because it is necessary to point out the character and storyline.😉💖