Chapter Two

Williams

It’s been three months, three months since Noah left without as much as a goodbye. All efforts to look for him proved futile, like he disappeared off the face of the earth. 

He was supposed to be here, stepping out of this car with me as usual. I felt so lost without Noah even though I refused to admit it, I’ve gotten so attached to him and his way of making everything seem better. 

I’ve never had to attend the family banquet alone in two years and now here I am, stepping into the hall alone. 

My eyes scanned the room filled with self centered individuals smiling and knocking over wine glass with each like they weren’t plotting evil. 

That was the nature of the mafia, the five families was filled with power hungry men and women who would do anything to climb up the ladder of power. But the family stands as one against outsiders. 

My phone binged in my suit pocket notifying me of a text from my personal assistant and second in command, Ethan.

'Look who’s finally here'

The text read. I looked ahead and saw Ethan standing over the bar section with a shit eating grin. I wouldn’t have hesitate to shoot if he was just an employee but Ethan was my brother, although not related by blood. His father was my fathers second in command so we’ve always been together, even as kids. 

Deciding to make my way towards him and tell him to fuck off, I walked towards the bar.

Well at least until someone stood right in front of me. Who dares block the path of their don unless they had a death wish?

 I lowered my head to look at the culprit but met the most shocking face. 

That green eyes 

The mole under his left eye

The slightly buttoned nose

Noah? 

Except he’s not, Noah was blonde but this little boy in front of me was a brunet. His thick dark brown hair says it all.

He’s not Noah 

Whoever this guy is, he was definitely gay, giving the way he was openly drooling absentmindedly and checking me out while still blocking my path. 

I cleared my throat in an attempt to get his attention.

Which worked.

He looked really flustered, a light shade of pink appearing on his cheeks.

Is he blushing right now?

“I…I’m sorry sir” he apologized, stepping out of the way. 

I spared him another glance, taking in his waiter’s outfit before walking past him. 

I watched as his face fell from the corner of my eyes. 

Did he think I was going to hit on him?

I scoffed 

“Nice” Ethan said as I approached him, 

Only that he wasn’t talking about my outfit or anything, his eyes were on that waiter.

“Shut up” I said, grabbing a glass of what I assumed was whisky beside him. 

“What? He doesn’t look bad” 

I glared at him, knowing exactly what he is suggesting 

“Yea, did you see his outfit?” 

Ethan raised his eyebrows 

“What does the hot guy being a waiter have to do with anything?”

he didn't lie 

“I can’t take him home, he looks...young” I gave him the first excuse that came to mind 

“I’m sure he’s well above twenty” he said, taking a sip from his glass while I glared at him harder.

“So?” 

Ethan has made it his life goal to hook me up every other day since Noah disappeared. 

And it helps, In a fucked up way,

I fucked different strangers imagining they were Noah. It helps relax my head but the heartache comes back the moment my release washes off. 

“He looks so much like him” I whispered 

“Who?” Ethan asked confused 

I took another sip of the whiskey “The only difference between Noah and that boy is the hair color”

Ethan looked at me like I was going crazy. 

“You think he looks like Noah?” 

Is that pity I sense in his tone?

”I’m serious Ethan, get a close look” I said 

“Well then he’s a good....€¦”

“Don Rossi!” A voice cut Ethan off

“Grays” I responded to the middle aged man with a handshake. 

“I was hoping to have a word with you don” he said carefully 

I knew it was impossible to avoid these kinds of discussion at the banquet, it was one of the downsides of being the don. I barely have any time to myself without having to threaten, shoot or cut someone’s fingers.

After listening to Roman Gray, I exchanged a few pleasantries with other people. 

All along watching the waiter across the room. He looked oddly hot in his uniform, aside the hair color, he looked just like Noah, like a younger version. 

I wondered how his mouth would feel on dick or how his cheeks would redden as I spank him. These thoughts raised weird currents to my dick, making the poor guy harden within seconds. 

“Don?…” Laura Gibson's voice interrupted my unholy thoughts. I gave a stern look in response 

“Sorry, you didn’t seem to hear me €¦” she said with a usual smile

I knew exactly what she was about, something about going to coffee with her.  

“I’ll talk to you later” I cut her off, going in search of Ethan

Luckily, I spotted him talking to three members of the mafia in what looked like a serious conversation. But I didn’t care. 

“Don Rossi, good thing you’re here. We were talking about the renovations of…”

“It can wait, I need to speak to Ethan” I said, my voice cold as ice. 

The three quietly excused themselves immediately without protest. 

“You don’t have to be scary all the time Will”

Lies, he knows I had to wear this cold mask all the fucking time if I wanted to keep the mafia in order. They had to fear and respect their don at all times, even a slight softness from me would be considered weakness. Ethan knows that so I didn’t need to remind him of what’s at stake if I go around smiling at these men. 

“I need you to find out everything you can about that boy” I said instead 

“What boy?” He asked confused 

“The waiter” I responded 

The confused look on his face quickly shifted to a grin. 

“Since when are you interested in knowing your hook ups?” He asked 

“Since I don’t plan on one hit” I answered coldly before walking away from him. 

I love Ethan but he’s a serious pain in the ass sometimes.

I slowly moved towards Noah’s look alike, grabbed a glass of wine off his tray and watched as he woefully tried to hide his blushing face. 

“What’s your name, young man?” I asked as I took a sip of the wine.

“It’s Ivan sir” he said lowering his eyes 

‘Don’t hide those green eyes from me’ I almost said out loud.

“Meet me at room 34 later tonight, highest floor” I said, struggling to tone the coldness in my voice down.

He nodded right before I strode out.