When the alarm started ringing, Domenico was already awake, staring at the ceiling. His body was against the comfortable mattress as he sighed with his arms open. His mind was on a girl on the other side of the UK that was currently looking outside the window at the sky with a pencil between her fingers. He checked his phone and decided to have a shower and get ready for his night out with Damon.

While Domenico was enjoying his shower, Damon was having a private conversation with James. The hitman was sitting down with his arms crossed against his chest, puffing again and again in anger and anxiety. His friend was walking around the room with his hands in the air, trying to explain the situation to his mate.

"James, I need Deetra by my side at that stupid meeting -"

"Why can't I come along!?"

Damon rubbed his face, mad with James' reactions. He pointed his hands towards him, speaking as quietly as he could.

"Well, do you want to represent yourself as a bodyguard?"

"I don't care as long as I'm around Deetra."

The drug baron rolled his eyes and sat beside his friend. James was more overprotective over Deetra than her own brother ever would be.

"Fine, but there are some rules you must follow."

"Go on."

"You keep your mouth closed and control your anger. I mean it. If you cause any problems, the consequences will be big for me and even bigger for you."

"O...kay?"

"If anyone asks you for who you work, you'll say for Smiley.... And... the most important out of all...."

Damon raised his index finger in the air, James focused on him, and nodded.

"Deetra is gonna receive a lot of compliments and... insults. You'll see men all around her trying to take her by their side or make their lame excuse of a son marry her. You'll just sit and do nothing- Deetra will take care of them; she has done it a billion times."

James rolled his head backwards and groaned. He looked at Damon and sighed.

"I'll try my... best to hold back my nerves and not cause a scene."

"Then you can come along. Also, you won't be around Deetra or me all the time, just so you know."

"Fine, fine! I'll be the best "bodyguard" you ever had, dude...!"

James laughed with a wide smile and hugged his mate. Damon sighed softly and pulled away; his friend looked at him, confused.

"Sorry, I am not really... good with hugs."

"Oh... Um...."

James looked down and then back at Damon before patting his shoulder gently with his palm.

"How was the shopping with the kid?"

The kingpin tried to change the topic, James leaned back and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, he has a bitter dislike for his... father. He wasn't a prick, though."

"Lazaro was buddies with Jason; what were you waiting for?"

Damon received some laughter from James; he tried to hide it but couldn't.

"It's true, I guess... So you'll take him out, hu?"

"Mhm! I don't want him locked in the mansion as long as he's here. Something tells me he wasn't really... social in Italy."

A knock on the door interrupted them. They both turned their heads and glared at it as it opened; Deetra stepped inside.

"Hey Damon, Domenico's waiting for you at your lil music room."

"Good to know; thanks for informing me."

Damon stood up and fixed his shirt before looking at his watch. It was around nine pm.

"What are you two up to?"

Damon glared at his sister; she looked at James with a half-opened mouth trying to think.

"We'll probably have dinner and go to bed. We'll leave around eight am tomorrow."

"I hope you have a wonderful trip!"

Damon walked out of the room and was ready to close the door behind, but James' voice interrupted him.

"Hey, Damon! If my parents ask about you, what's your job, dude?"

The man took a step back inside the room with his arm holding on the door. He bit his tongue and looked away, thinking.

"Just a humble businessman."

"The gold and diamonds around the mansion don't scream humble, dude!"

James laughed loudly. Deetra giggled softly when Damon chuckled.

"Tell that to my father!'

He closed the door behind, leaving the couple alone. Damon went to the room that Domenico was and stepped inside. Domenico was lying against the couch, holding onto an electric guitar striking some strings here and there. He was humbling something but stopped when Damon walked in.

"Watcha doin', kiddo?"

"Just messing around with the guitar... Are you ready to go?"

"Oh, yes, c'mon. I love your T-shirt, dude!"

A broad smile took over Damon's lips as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans. Domenico looked down at his T-shirt and then at his cousin, confused.

"Won't you make me change into a shirt?"

"Why would I?"

Damon turned his chin, questioning him. Domenico left the guitar on the couch and raised his shoulders.

"My father wants me to wear shirts all the time because I look more "serious"."

The man chuckled and grabbed Domenico's hand, lifting his body from the couch. He patted him on the shoulder and made him follow him.

"As I said, your father isn't around, so do whatever you want."

"Do you ever wear T-shirts?"

Domenico had changed the topic of the conversation in seconds, making Damon sigh as he was walking towards his garage.

"Not really, anymore. Why are you asking?"

"It's just I've never seen you in one."

Domenico shrugged before started looking around. He loved Damon's garage; there were so many cars and motorbikes. His eyes were shining every time he stepped into the garage; he couldn't believe that there was a person on the planet who had enough money to fill an entire room with vehicles.

When Damon fastened his seatbelt, he turned to Domenico, who was at the co-driver's seat. He was too busy looking around the Lamborghini to even fasten his seatbelt.

"You look really excited; I didn't know you like cars that much. Doesn't your dad have a bunch of expensive cars, too?"

"Well, yes, but he has like four-five; you have around twenty or something!"

Damon giggled, facing the happiness in his blue eyes. Something inside him told him that it's probably being a lot of time since Domenico was that happy. While Damon was driving, the boy's eyes were stuck on the window. All these lights and people that they were passing quickly by seemed like magic to him.

Damon took Domenico to a busy bar in the centre of London. It was filled with people, and loud music could be heard. There was a line of people outside waiting, wanting to get in. It was one of the most famous bars in London, and there were always tourists sitting on the pavement eager to get in.

There was also a rumour going around that you could easily find weed and cocaine in that bar, ready to be sold to pretty much everyone. The police tried to do secret checks and sometimes even get inside with force to uncover the drug dealing, but the cops never found anything.

"It's just a silly rumour!" Damon always said with a smile on his lips, knowing very well he was the one selling the drugs to the owners. It's been a while since he visited the bar, though, and tonight he really craved some alcohol. He wouldn't go over the limit, of course, knowing he had to drive and take care of Domenico.

The bodyguard outside the bar glared at Damon, who smiled at him. He let him, along with the boy, walk inside with no words.

Domenico felt his ears getting pricked by the loud music. He pushed his palms over them for a few seconds, getting used to it quickly. Damon sat at the bar counter; the boy took a seat beside him, still looking around. The colourful lights were changing fast; he rubbed his eyes in sudden pain.

A man handed a drink to a woman before turning to Damon. His eyes widened, and a toothy smile covered his face as he opened his arms.

"Hopkins!"

"Hello, Nicolas."

The man grabbed Damon's hand and shook it before patting it softly with his free one, a smirk on his lips.

"What are you doing here!? I thought you were in rehab!"

Domenico managed to understand his sayings even through his thick French accent. He looked at Damon for a split second; he didn't know that his cousin had been in rehab.

"I'm back home here and a few months; I just wanted to stay away from alcohol and bars for a while as much as I could."

"Is that why I see your sister a lot around here?"

"Oh, yes."

The man leaned against the counter, Domenico's eyes focused on his right arm. There was a tattoo on his arm. It was an image of the Virgin Mary and infant Jesus. Domenico gulped; he looked away when he understood that the man had seen him stare at him.

"How's Deetra? Is the pretty lady free for a drink with me?"

Nicolas grinned as Damon laughed, leaning his arms against the counter, too. He brought his face closer to his and started talking loudly.

"The pretty lady has a boyfriend who is all muscles and can hold a gun, Nicolas."

"OOOOh, lucky man! I can't wait to see a ring on your finger, Hopkins!"

"That won't happen any time soon."

Nicolas laughed, holding a cloth with both his hands. A woman behind the counter whispered something to his ear; he nodded and turned his attention back to Damon.

"What can I bring the two of you?"

"Just some whiskey."

"And for the kid?"

Nicolas pointed at Domenico with his index finger. The boy glared at it and then at him with a growl. He hated it when they called him a "kid". Damon turned to him and looked him in the eyes. Domenico opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"A beer would be fine."

"Are you sure?"

Damon asked him back with half-opened eyes. Domenico nodded as Nicolas laughed softly.

"Yeah...."

"You heard him, Nicolas. A beer it is then."

The drug baron smiled as the man behind the counter winked at him and left to prepare their drinks. Damon turned his chin towards Domenico, who was looking around while fiddling with his fingers. He brought his face forward, wanting to talk to him.

"Do you like it here?"

It took him some time to answer back.

"It's nice. I just can't stand the loud music...."

"You'll get used to it."

Damon laughed and patted his shoulder; Domenico just smiled back softly, still trying to get used to his surroundings. There wasn't more talking; Damon was just enjoying the music while Domenico was sitting still in his seat. Soon, Nicolas brought their drinks. The boy had a sip from his drink; beer wasn't as bad as he remembered. Damon drank a bit of his whiskey and took a packet out of the pocket of his jeans. He opened it and took a cigarette out before pushing it between his lips. The kingpin could feel Domenico's stare on the package and on him. The man turned his body towards the boy and lifted his arm, showing him the open pack.

"Would you like one?"

He offered to him as Domenico shook his head negatively.

"No, I don't smoke...."

"Good for you, dude."

Damon started looking through his pockets; he cursed under his breath when he found out he had forgotten his lighter at home. He looked around, his eyes soon falling on Nicolas, who was preparing an alcoholic drink.

"Oi, Nicolas! Can I have a lighter?"

Damon moved his fingers to show him what he wanted. The man nodded and returned to him with a lighter between his fingers.

"Where's yo lighter, Hopkins?"

He lit Damon's cigarette and received some giggles from him. He grinned back as the drug baron took the cigarette away from his mouth and puffed the smoke out.

"I forgot it at home."

"Shame on you! C'mon, have this one, then, shithead!"

He left it on the counter as Damon nodded, thanking him. Damon glared at his cousin and opened his mouth, ready to talk to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You look uncomfortable; we can leave if you want."

Domenico's eyes widened in embarrassment as he brought his hands in front of his chest in defence.

"No, no, no, I'm fine, for real!"

Damon chuckled and nodded, acting as he believed him. He turned to his drink and had another sip. The man started looking around, soon finding two girls sitting by a table in the corner. They looked young, probably close to their twenties. He grinned and turned to Domenico.

"Hey, why don't you go and talk to those girls?"

Domenico sighed and looked at the girls. Then he turned to his cousin.

"No way!"

"Aw, c'mon! Don't you find them beautiful or cute at least?"

The boy held his head between his hands and rolled his eyes. He didn't want to go close to them at all.

"Domenico, are you gay?"

"What!? No! I just don't want to go and talk to some random girls!"

He yelled with his hands close to his chest. Damon sighed and spoke back.

"You have to socialize, dude. Seriously. Go on; it's your chance!"

"Fine, whatever, I'll give it a try!"

He drank some of his beers and stood up, fixing his T-shirt. Suddenly, it felt really tight on him. He took some steps closer to them; there was already a knot in his stomach. Domenico turned around for a few seconds; he saw Damon waving at him gently with a smirk on his lips. He sighed and continued walking towards the two girls.

This would end up in something good or really bad.