The Mafia to Alpha King

Tattoo artist

At Casablanca Regency Hotel...

For the first time in my life today. I kissed and made love to a woman.

I had my first true kiss.

I walk around the room, lost in thought, watching Keirah sound asleep. Yes, I had my first kiss. With the girl, I am a hundred percent sure was a virgin. Was she? I question myself more. Studying her? With my lack of experience in the matter, I don't know anymore.

I haven't let myself kiss someone and have raw s*x with them without feeling nauseated. This is weird and kind of something I didn't imagine happening. I have visited so many doctors on the matter and they all could not identify what was wrong with me.

This is impossible.

I walk out of my penthouse to the elevator and down to the ground floor at first paces to 'Aika'. Aika is my tattoo artist and the only girl who has gotten close enough to touch my skin.

The only room apart from my penthouse and bar where I can completely feel safe, be vulnerable, and be able to clear my mind.

She has done all my tats. I am dying to understand all this.

I wanna know what is happening. I walk up to her and take a chair I use when I want her to add some ink to me. “What do you want on today?”

She questions me, and I say nothing. I never do.

She just gets her equipment ready and walks over to me. I wait for her to get close, and I bring my mouth up to her for a kiss.

One breath out of her and I jump off the chair to the bathroom to spill my guts.

“WE AGREED FOR YOU TO STOP THIS. YOU ARE KILLING MY SELF-ESTEEM.” She shouts at me. She then watches me as I walk out of the bathroom and shake her head.

I feel bad about it and want to apologize, but I am not a person who says anything to anyone except my family. “I got modern designs. Do you want to try them out?”

She has been with me for a while now, helping me become sexually active, but we agreed at some point. She wasn't a problem.

I was.

And before today, I thought I was not capable of kissing anyone. Let alone have s*x with them. I never thought of a day would come when I would see myself tempted to walk back to a room dying to kiss and make love to a girl again.

Maybe because I haven't believed it yet. That it happened and all of it is real.

I walk out of her studio without a word back to my penthouse. I close the door behind me as I walk into my room. Keirah is still sound asleep. I bend down to her mouth for a pick kiss, and it feels good. She doesn't seem like she will wake up soon.

Before I take a seat beside her, an announcement comes through my bedside microphone. “BULLET OPEN THE f*****g DOOR.” The deep Italian accent gives my uncle away. It is my uncle knocking at the front door of my penthouse.

From his tone, this is bad.

I am almost convinced he already knows I have Keirah. By the tone of his angry voice. That was too first to find out. But how did he find out? He must be fuming right now.

Then a security breach siren buzz on my phone makes me run out to see what is wrong. When I walk out, I see that he is pushing to break the front door. Fuck...

I call James up for an emergency. “Uncle is at my door. Let him in. I am sure by now he has strong intuitions, or he already knows that she is here.”

“Have you taken her into hiding?”

“Yes.…. I need you to cover her tracks… Make sure she's untraceable and unreachable. We need to get her out of here. Make the arrangements to take her to the forest house.”

“Are we finally leaving the Mafia world?”

“We are finally leaving the Mafia world.”

“It has been a long time coming. Finally… On it.”

“And James… Please make sure you do an excellent job of making her vanish. Like she never existed or set her foot in Casablanca.”

“Don't worry, leave that on me,” James speaks from the other side.

“And mmmh…. I almost forgot. Dig through her co-workers, her family, and anybody who would want to know about her, and make sure they're not worried.

“But more importantly, give a detailed report about her life. Everything and everyone she has met all her life. I want to know everything and leave nothing out. I need a detailed file on her.”

“Noted.”

After I end James's call, I walk to the door to open it. My uncle walks in, zipping up his trousers, and I feel disgusted.

One of my uncle's high-end prostitutes on her leash walking behind him. And she is trying to clean the c*m that is still visible on her face with a tissue.

I look away. Disgusted more.

My uncle takes a seat opposite me and his goons, Cement and Concrete, stand behind him. The prostitute sits on the floor in between my uncle's legs trying to open his trouser zip. And he slaps her hand off. I feel pity for her.

And wonder when this nightmare will be over so that no more girls and women must go through that.

I will stop him.

My uncle takes out a cigar and starts smoking as he studies my face.

“Where is she? I know she is here.”

I watch Keirah through the glass wall, sound asleep. Right behind him. She is right behind where you are sitting, uncle. I wish I had the guts to say that to his ugly face.

I connected the glass walls in my penthouse to my signature eye lenses alone. And I am the only one who can see through them to see every part of the penthouse.

While with normal eyes, no one can see what is happening in the next room. Anywhere in the penthouse, I can see through what is happening in the next room.

This is a special architectural design, I added for my security.

“Who are you talking about?” I answer with a straight face and yawn after.

I love this game. My eyes are still on Keirah, who is sleeping soundly.

“A w***e you were dancing with at the club. The one you came to see at the warehouse today??!” Cement speaks with attitude.

My uncle puts on his cigar and stands walking toward my bedroom, where Keirah is sleeping.

And my heart skips a bit. I cannot help myself but worry. What if he can see what I am seeing?

That would be the end of me. But I didn't pull Keirah out of my uncle's arms, so he has no grounds to act and put a hit on Zia and James.

“Did you come all the way here for that Zio? I was clear about it, wasn't I? Coming all the way here into my safe place. Which I warned you I intended to keep sacred? Forever?!

“From all your bullshit. Did you come all the way just for that? And above all that, way past my sleep time. Seriously?!”

I speak to my uncle with my usual stone-cold face as I continue watching Keirah through the glass wall sound asleep in my bed, just behind where my uncle stands. Thanking God again, that I am the only one who can see through the glass walls.

This would bring a bullet into my skull if my uncle could see what I was seeing now.