The Mafia King is... WHAT?!

Half past midnight and the usually packed bar, Deux Visages was more lifeless than a vampire left out in the sun for too long. The sparse signs of life came from the few people on the dance floor swaying listless or grinding against each other along to the music blaring through the club's louder speakers. Audience or no audience, the music continued faithfully until the club owner decided it was time to shut down for the night. uch like the music, the few people who stuck around were the do-nothing regulars who would instead come in every night to drain the beer pipes instead of finding something better to do with their time. The owner, Oswald, never minded so long as they didn't go about causing any trouble.Away from the dance floor and blaring music, an evidently grumpy but flashily dressed woman sat at the club's bar. Inaudible grumbles escaped the wowoman’s mouth as she adjusted her position on the far too-small bar stool. Her right hand came down with more force than necessary

The warm dark liquid would've gone down David's throat smoother without all the papers littering his desk. The sight of it made him want to torch the room. So much white had no right to occupy his otherwise black abode. "Alfred, what exactly am I looking at?" The mafia boss refused to sit as he drained the coffee mug. He returned it to the butler without looking away from the desk. He refrained from gritting his teeth. "Your neglect, I believe, Don." Alfred set the mug down on the desk's edge before moving around the side."They have been piling up here for the last two weeks. Most of them need your signature." The butler indicated to the tallest, most precariously stacked pile of papers on the desk."The only papers that should be on my desk need my signature." David could sign papers in his sleep. Everyone knew why they had been left on his desk to build up."You have been spending too much time out, Don. You request everything of importance be sent here. The one place you've hard

All the pots of coffee in the world couldn’t take away David’s poor mood. One weekend stuck in his office with only the endless white stacks of paper to keep him company was 48 hours too many. His fingers itched to do something more entertaining, murder white page after white page.The mafia boss took a deep drag of the cigarette in his mouth. Dark orbs glanced down at the wristwatch. They grew only darker as the clock hands reflected what he thought – the guest for that evening was already more than ten minutes late. Had they already decided that tonight would be a good night to die on without informing the mafia boss?David tapped the cigarette and watched as the quickly forming ash fell to his feet. The gray material fell to the ground without resistance as the tiny red flickers died instantly. Hmm. There was nothing satisfactory in that. The flame didn't even try to fight against what it already knew it's fate would be. “Don. I already know what you’ll say, but I think you should

Honey did precisely what she said she would. The tall blonde put on the best show in the way she only knew how. She didn't care if it was Don or anyone else who to enjoy it, her only goal was to attract the sandy-haired stranger.A man who, despite her best efforts, continued to remain untouched by Honey's charm. At least from the outside. He hardly moved from sitting facing forward at the bar, sipping on only his second gin and tonic. His gaze was hidden behind shaggy bags as his head remained slightly downward. What could be more interesting than the woman trying to catch his attention?Honey didn't lose her cool, however. If anything, the hard-to-get, indifferent behavior from the other only spurred her on to go further. Perhaps a little too far, as his companions would later inform her.The club was almost at total capacity that night, which provided an excellent audience for the tall blonde to pick from. The larger the crowd, the more money would end up in the owner's pocket by t

Miguel didn't anticipate that the mafia boss would still be hanging around when he reached the location Sinclair sent to him. He never hung around unless there was something else going on... Miguel felt his hands involuntarily tighten around the steering wheel as David turned to face him. His amber eyes reflected a hard-to-read emotion as the car's headlights reflected off them. Did someone tell him to expect his right-hand man to be coming? Sinclair surely wouldn't be that stupid. The right-hand man was quick to shut off the car to avoid blinding the other. It didn't however before he noticed the blood covering the other's clothes. Shit... How bad had it been this time? "You know, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were keeping tabs on me." Miguel hardly had a chance to step out of the car before the mafia boss tossed something at him. It was hard to see it in the dark but the right-hand man caught it without fail. The weight of it told him that his boss had already c