Reece Blackwell-King

With a full stomach, I stand and go take a shower. Not before gently thanking her for the delicious food. Colt follows suit by ruffling her hair.

After the steamy shower I took, I head downstairs. The lights are dimly lit, the house is quiet, with turning to the kitchen I noticr how spotless it is.

Not a single spec of dust in sight.

Its really sweet of her to cook for us and then clean like this.

I head upstairs, to thank her again. But with reaching the white door, my heart stammers.

I havent been in here in 8 years. Its always been strictly theirs , I dont know why I decided to give it to her. This room has been untouched forever.

There are so many fucking rooms yet I choose to give her this one.

I'm about to knock when I hear her laughing.

I sit on the floor,  back flash against the wall.

"Yea Courts but I wish things didnt have to be this way. Because I dont want to fucking over crowd them or anything." She says.

Does she really feel like she's over crowding us?

"I mean he let me stay so I had to thank him somehow, so I cooked." She says, and whatever the persom she's speaking says has her chuckling.

I am absolutely hypnotized by that sound for a minute. That's until I hear her say something.

"...on that dinner table, when we were just talking and laughing i dont fucking know man. I felt so accepted. For the first time, it felt like I had a real family." She says.

She felt accepted.

I mean we didnt even talk that much, I can basically hear the smile as she describes it to her friend.

It makes me feel some kind of way to know that she is happy.

I push up from the wall and start  heading to Colt's room.

"We're having mandatory dinners everyday now. And we're gonna talk about our day, and be funny." I tell him.

He is laying on a bean bag, seemingly confused.

"What why?" He asks.

My eyes darken, I stare at him deep into his soul as I respond.

"Becaude I said so. Get dressed we're headed to the warehouse." I tell him.

"Yes Don." He says.

I go back to Marceline's room. My knuckles fix on the white door, and hit the door twice.

She rushes to the door and answers, her hazel eyes laced with confusion at first, before she looks up at me.

She is gorgeous.

"Hi." She greets.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that Colt and I are headed out. Give me a ring if you need anything." I tell her.

As I'm about to leave, she calls out to me.

"Reece!" She says. My name slid off her tongue.

"I dont have your number. " she says.

I reach out a hand and she puts her unlocked phone in my hand.

The cracked phone rests easily in my hand. I swiftly type the number and give her the phone with a smirk.

"Thank you for dinner, it was amazing." I tell her.

Heck, its the first time I ate dinner in this house in fourteen years. After a quick shower, I throw some slacks on and a white dress shirt.

I get into the car and speed off to New York. The fewer buildings there are in my peripheral view the closer I am to the warehouse.

A black Laferrari is following hot on my back wheel.

I park the car on the side of the warehouse and so does Colt.

"Nice wheels" I tell him.

"I just got them yesterday. I was thinking of getting a house of my own, I mean we're almost done with school. Finals are like six months away." He says.

"I dont mind you living at my place." I shrug.

We've lived together for eight years now.

"Yea, I know that but I feel weird whenever I have a girl over to fuck man. It just always feels cringe." He says.

We walk deeper into the warehouse. Screams fill my ears, someone may be getting tortured.

"We'll talk about this later." I tell him as we get closer to the conference room.

The once lively room dies down when I walk in.

I slwoly strut to my chair and Giovanni hands me a paper before greeting me.

"Welcome boss." He says.

"Whats this?" I read the piece of paper.

Its a threat.

Someone wants me to step down from my mafia.

"Who is it from?" I ask them.

"I think is from the Russians. Romanov hates that you didnt want to form an alliance with him." He continues.

"I think its the Americans, Johnson hates that you still dont want to agree to marry Audrey." Colt points out.

Before I can say anything, Gustavo walks in. Frantic with wide eyes.

"Don! Don! Don! Half the shipment in the warehouse in Hoboken is gone." He yells.

"What?" My gaze hardens.

I read over the paper again.

...else, you will lose everything. Including your precious mafia.

My jaw tightens.

The last thing I want to do is yell at this people. Their previous Don was merciless, they've had enough of that.

My blood boils. I stare at everyone in the room and each of then cowers when my eyes meet theirs.

"Double the security." I say to Colt through gritted teeth.

He nods in understanding.

"Lets fix this ." I inform everyone in the room.

Before I leave, my office is quiet and cold when I enter. A cup of steamy coffee is already on my desk.

Who could be doing this? And what the fuck for?

I enherited this mafia from a man who took me in after my parents died. When he passed away, Carlos King-D'Amico , he passed his mafia down to me and gave me the last name "King".

This life is not a choice. For some of us that is, but the day I informed Colt about this he joined. He decided that he wants to be at my side at all times.

So for him, the mafian life was a choice but for me? I didnt know.

I have been the don of the Italian Mafia since I was thirteen.

And I have done my best not to make enemies with anyone. And not to be as ruthless as Carlos.

But from time to time, people test me.

And thats exalty why I've take thousands of lives and Im going to take more if these cowards are going to continue to test me.

In reality, its not my safety that Im worried about, its Marceline's safety that I worry about.

And this is exactly why she needs to hate me, and I need to hate her.

Im only going to bring her danger.

I need to hate her.