He's the leader of a mafia. A gang. Ruthless and powerful in anyway possible. They have enemies and connections. He plays a dangerous game. One he enjoys. Surrounded by guns and drugs, he feels unstoppable. No one is going to dethrone him. He always wins and he always rules. She's innocent and has a future she already planned. Her life is perfect and she's destined for greatness. She has goals she plans to reach, colleges that beg her to join their school and people that adore her. When she tumbles into the world of Mafia, unaware of the brutal world that was just under her nose. The world of drugs, violence and pacts is foreign to her. He helps her because once you're in the world of Mafia, there is no way out.


2. Chapter II : party crashers



I had the truck parked outside of the warehouse. Music was blasting from the inside and you could see party lights glowing from out here. Dozens of other cars were parked outside as well. Someone was throwing a rave in our home. 

"Fucking Trent. Es un estupido!"  Hector cursed in Spanish.

"The first thing I tell him not to do and that's the first thing he does," I mumbled. When I left for Dallas, I left Trent in charge of the warehouse. I gave him a spare key and told him to make sure no one lurked around it, especially the authorities. Looks like he took my departure as a advantage and invited a bunch of this college friends to the warehouse for a party. 

Headlights burned bright behind us. I turned around to see Calum stop the truck beside us and get out. "What the fuck is going on in there?" He asked as he went around the truck to stand next to me. 

"A rave, I imagine," I replied.

"This is why we don't put a petty white boy with an ego the size of Manhattan, in charge of the warehouse, boss man," Angel muttered.

"You locked the greenhouse before we left, right?" I asked

"Locked with enough water for the plants to last them 4 months," Mark replied.

"The lab?" I asked.

"Sure, Luke," Hector replied.

"What about the vault?" I asked.

"Locked, secure, everything. The storage room is also locked."

I nodded, "Let's get those kids out of there." I walked to the trunk and pulled it open before uncovering our secret stash of weapons. I grabbed my machine gun and filled it with ammo. The rest of the group followed suit and did everything normally like an everyday routine. I placed a black bandanna over my mouth and tied it before pulling my hood over my head. 

"Ready?" I asked.

Calum nodded. His angry brown eyes was all I saw since his mouth and nose was covered by the cloth. He held his  gun in his hands.

"Ready," They all mumbled.

I walked to the front and led them towards the warehouse. The air was cold and bitter. Clouds hung around the moon, not letting it shine light down on us. All you could hear was the sound of the blaring music and the sound of our shoes hitting the concrete floor. I slowed my pace when I reached the back door of the warehouse. I turned the knob on the metal door and pulled it open. 

The music became even louder as our ears were exposed to the heavy party music. I lead the group to the end of the empty hallway where it opened into the center of the madness. People were dancing everywhere, their sweaty bodies pushed each other as they swayed to the music. It was a complete mess. 

I raised my gun and shot out several bullets to the roof. The music stopped as people screamed at the sudden noise. They turned to us in horror, fear written all over their faces. 

"You've got 15 seconds to get your asses out of here before I start aiming at your head," I said. 

Everyone turned and headed for the nearest exit. People got trampled on the way out but quickly jumped up on their feet to escape this madness. 

"You see him?" I asked referring to Trent.

"I see him," Hector said.

"Get him," I ordered. 

Hector and Paul ran forward and grabbed a hold of Trent who was trying to leave the warehouse as well. His eyes widened when he saw who was taking him hostage. I walked towards him and placed the barrel of my gun to his temple. 

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't plant this fucking bullet in your damn skull," I growled.

"Luke!" he said nervously. "I can explain."

"Explain what? That you decided to throw a rave at my warehouse?"

"It was for a good cause and I was kicked out of every club," he explained quickly. Sweat beaded down his forehead. 

"Check the vault and the storage room, make sure nothing was taken," I told Hector. He nodded and released Trent. "Paul, check the greenhouse and the lab." Paul left to do so and Trent was left with Calum and I and the rest of the group. 

"You fucked up this time, Trent," Calum said.

I roughly stood Trent up on both legs before shoving him forward. I pointed the barrel of my gun to his back to make sure he didn't try anything funny. 

"Where are we going?" Trent asked.

"Just making sure everything is still in it's place," I said.

"No need to do that, everything is just as you left it," Trent stuttered.

"If everything is just as I left it, then why are you sweating so nervously? Got something to hide?" I asked.

"Boss man!" Hector shouted from the vault. "We got two pounds missing!" 

Anger formed inside me and I shoved Trent to the nearest wall. I heard the impact as his body hit the brick wall. I held the back of his neck, "Two pounds?!" I sneered. "That's two fucking pounds less of the product Trent." I threw him on the floor. He rolled and tried to regain his balance but I made sure he stayed down. 

"I'll pay for it! I swear!" Trent promised. "Please, just don't kill me!" He pleaded.

I laughed coldly, "If I wanted you dead, I would have already killed you." I paused. "Tuesday, meet me in the alley crossing Madison street and Beach avenue, 9 o'clock sharp, be there with the money. Got it?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be there," Trent said quickly.

"Good, now get out of here before I change my mind," I glared at him and watched as he quickly got up and ran for the exit.

"This is the second time he does this, Luke," Calum said.

"I know, but whether or not we like him, we need him." I replied "Now let's get this place cleaned up."


* Tuesday Night *


The night was cold. I had my hands stuffed in my pockets. Michael leaned against the brick wall. He checked the time on his phone.

"It's already past 9," he spoke up. "He's not coming."

"Sorry I was late," My head whipped around. "I got caught in traffic," Trent said.

Michael stood next to me now, arms crossed, "Took you long enough."

Trent swallowed and eyed Michael before taking out a thick envelope. He handed it over to me, I took it. 

"All the money is there. One grand," he said.

I opened the envelope and saw the stack of hundred dollar bills. I nodded and handed it to Michael. 

"Congratulations. You didn't fail," I said. "Any news on Thomas?"

"I heard he's planning on kidnapping this kid who owes him money," Trent spoke up.

I shook my head, "Typical." 

"But he's going to kidnap the guy's sister," Trent said. 

I pursed my lips and balled my fist. There is a line that should be drawn in the business that goes in within the mafias. Kidnapping women is one of them. 

"Ashton just texted. We need to go. Now," Michael said. 

I nodded and pushed past Trent. "Wait," He said. 

I stopped in my tracks.

"Are you going to save the girl?" He asked.

I turned my head slightly, "I'm a mafia leader, not a superhero."

I  walked out of the alley and into the open streets of LA. Michael was already on his Harley Davidson. I put my helmet on and got on before bringing the motorcycle to life. The engine roared. Michael and I both departed the street and raced off towards the warehouse. 


We parked the motorcycles in the car garage. I opened the door that led into the kitchen. I saw everyone huddled around the couch. 

"What happened?" I asked.

They stepped aside and I saw Hector laying on the couch. His right eye was purple and swollen. 

"I got attacked, boss man. Jumped, I swear I had them," He said.

"There was four of them," Calum interjected. 

"Thomas' men?" I asked.

"Yea, I saw the tattoos on them," Hector replied before he groaned and clutched his stomach. "I'm good. Just a little pain. They didn't give me time to pull out my gun."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "Where were you?"

"I was just outside of the warehouse," He replied.

"That means that Thomas knows we're back," I said. "Did anybody do anything to help Hector?" I asked.

"I heard a gunshot," Calum said. "Immediately went outside and saw four guys on Hector. Gave them a few flesh wounds."

I nodded, "Call Zelda."

"Already did, she should be here any minute," Paul replied.

Moments later there was a knock on the door. Ashton went to open it. A tall women stood at the doorway. She smiled, "Hello Ashton." 

"Hi Zelda," He replied. 

"So? Who is the victim this time?" She asked.

"Me, unfortunately," Hector groaned from the couch. 

She frowned, "Boy, am I disappointed in you, Hector. Never thought you'd be the one I'd have to heal." 

"El mundo es cruel," Hector said.

Zelda smiled as she kneeled next to Hector. Zelda was our own personal doctor, since we couldn't exactly go to a hospital with a bullet in our arm without the nurses questioning it. We couldn't let anyone find out who we were. 

We all cleared the room and went upstairs. We sat around the table. I slammed my fists on the table, "Fucking Thomas. He knows about jumping each others members."

"Luke, the world of Mafia has no rules," Calum said. 

I clenched my jaw and looked at the silver ring on my index finger. The light illuminated off the metal. Matthew had given it to me before he passed away with a two bullets lodged in his body. I took it off and examined the inside of it. It was engraved with a single Greek word. Igetis. It means leader. 

I slid the ring on my finger once again and craddled my head in between my hands. Michael roughly patted my back. I looked at him, he held a bottle of beer to my face. I took it and brought the bottle to my lips. 

Being the leader of a mafia, takes a toll on you.

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