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.

"Deetra! Where are you? We have a... visitor."

Domico gulped harshly, hearing the familiar name. His mouth felt drier than usual when he came face to face with a redhead woman. Deetra grinned and walked towards the boy with crossed arms.

"Well, look who's here. Welcome, Domenico, to our humble little house."

"H-Hi Deetra...."

After this sentence, Domenico kept his mouth closed. He didn't want to cause any trouble; he just wanted to hide in one of these upstairs rooms. Damon made a sign with his fingers to make him follow him before walking upstairs. The boy followed him closely as he showed him his room. It was a simple bedroom; Domenico sighed in relief, seeing he had his own private bathroom.

"This is your room, Domenico. Today is a free day, but from tomorrow you'll follow me around. Got it?"

"Yes, sir..."

"Did you just call me sir?"

Damon walked in and left the duffel bag beside the bed. He turned around with a chuckle before sitting on the couch in the corner of the room. The drug baron patted the space beside him, and soon the boy sat beside him.

"Please call me Damon; I am in my twenties, dude! I am not as old as your father, Jesus...."

Domenico laughed softly at his comment before leaning back on the couch; it was more comfortable than he thought. Damon bent his arms on his knees and turned his head towards him.

"Why did you agree with him?"

Domenico questioned, but Damon was quick to answer, knowing what was that about.

"Well, Lazaro's been helping me a lot, especially with deals, so that was the least I could do for him."

"I don't want to follow in his footsteps, though. Dad doesn't understand that, and he keeps getting on my nerves...."

Damon sighed and looked down; Lazaro was reminding him of his father.

"Did you ever have a dream, Damon? A dream that died because of who your father was?"

"Well, I wanted to be a cop."

"What!? You a cop!?"

Domenico burst out in laughter; Damon just rolled his eyes and leaned back. He wasn't the first person to laugh at his "dream job".

"Sorry, sorry, it's just... someone like you who breaks the law all the time wanted to be someone who... well, follows the law all the time! Or at least most of it...."

Damon raised his shoulders, not knowing what to say; he just giggled in return.

"What's your dream, "cousin"?"

"Well, um... I always wanted to start my own band and just go on tours...."

"That sounds interesting... Do you play any instruments?"

"Electric guitar... I wanted to bring it along, but my father hates it and wishes he never bought it for my birthday... It says I cause too much noise with that "electric thingy"...."

Damon laughed, understanding what his uncle meant with the term "electric thingy". Lazaro could always make him laugh with his boomer words.

"You can have mine and rock around for a bit if you want."

"YOU HAVE AN ELECTRIC GUITAR!?"

Domenico jumped up like electricity went through his body. A broad toothy smile was decorating his mouth now as he couldn't hold his body still. His hands had turned into fists, and his excitement was rising up.

"Yeah, actually two. It's been a long time since I've touched a guitar or any instrument, though."

"Wait- You have more than one instrument!?"

"Um, yes? My father had pushed me into having private piano, classical guitar, violin, flute and harp lessons."

"Oh, that sounds like... a lot...."

"Well, it was a lot for a small kid."

Damon chuckled in bitterness and looked away. Domenico played with his fingers, a question rushing through his mind. He was too shy to ask it, though.

"... Can I see the electric guitar?"

"Oh, of course! I have a special small room with all the instruments; I barely get in that room anymore, though, so it's probably full of dust...."

" No worries, just show me the way!"

Domenico pointed at the door with the same silly smile on his lips. Damon rolled his eyes and stood up; the boy was following him with jumpy steps looking around.

"Is this the room?"

"No."

"What about this one?"

"Nope!"

"Oh, c'mon!"

"It's this one."

Damon opened the door, and the boy's eyes lit up with excitement. He rushed in, looking around, different instruments decorating the floor and walls. His eyes fell on a black electric guitar on the wall; he grabbed it with no second thought. "Wow...." he gasped, connecting the cable with the amplifier that was stuck against the wall.

Damon sat down and watched him play some chords in disbelief, testing the guitar.

"So?"

"It sounds excellent...!"

Domenico took a pick out of his pocket. Damon focused on it; it was brownish with a reddish flame on it. He started playing a song, a big smile on his lips. The kingpin could feel the boy's excitement; it was a shame that his father held him back from making his dream come true.

"You do really have a talent, hu?"

"Well, I...I don't know... I just enjoy spending my time like this...."

Damon never thought that Domenico was such a quiet kid. Based on his behaviour towards Deetra, he felt he'd cause way too many problems for him to handle. Now, he just sits here enjoying a guitar and some music. He was way different than he thought, and Lazaro was too harsh with his words. Domenico was an adult, but he was just a kid doing what he adored to Damon's eyes.

Domenico stopped after playing some songs and looked around the room. Damon was on his phone when he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. He raised his glare and looked at his cousin.

"Didn't you say you have two electric guitars?"

"Mhm!"

"Where's the second one?"

"Well, somewhere around here...."

Damon raised his shoulders and returned to his phone. The boy started looking around, soon after finding it. This one's body was basswood, and a sunburst colour was covering it. He smiled, seeing another amplifier and connecting the guitar to it. He stood in front of Damon, holding the extra guitar and a smirk playing off his lips. The man glared at him, confused.

"What?"

"Want to join me?"

Damon tilted his head, not answering his question. He nodded and stood up before holding the guitar with his fingers. It was heavier than he remembered. The man pushed the strap over his head and let the guitar lean against his body. It's been a while since he touched one, and it felt weird. He moved the fingers of his left hand towards the strings; they felt sharper than usual. Damon growled, trying to hold the strings down; it was quite tricky.

"Are you left-handed?"

Domenico asked him as Damon lifted his chin and glared at him. He nodded as he rushed to help him.

"You're holding it wrong then -"

"No, I'm not... My father had pushed me into learning to hold and play it like I was right-handed... It was difficult, but somehow I managed to do it...."

Domenico took a step back and looked away. He didn't know that his "uncle" was so harsh with his son as long as he was around. The boy taught him how to play some chords after handing him another pick that was hiding deep in the pockets of his jeans. Damon seemed to really enjoy the instrument's music, even if it was simple chords. Domenico grinned when he saw a slight smile on the man's lips.

"That didn't sound bad at all; good job, Damon!"

"Thanks, I guess...."

The drug baron puffed, ready to take the instrument off him, but the boy stopped him.

"Aw, c'mon! Play some more; you can do it!"

Damon played some chords, and soon all those notes made a little song out of nowhere. After a while, Domenico joined him with a giggle; the electric guitars echoed through the room. A smirk was on the man's lips all the time as he laughed, moving his head up and down.

It's been a while since Damon enjoyed himself that much, especially with someone he considered "family". All this work wasn't doing him good, and some fun never hurt him. Deeply inside, he wanted this to last forever.

He wished that smile would never leave his crimson lips and rosy cheeks.