Page 3 of Mafia King

Even back in his troubled youth, Nikolai would always find a way to incorporate routine or regular patterns. Perhaps this was simply his way of trying to replace some of the chaos that ran amok around him on what felt like each and every day of his life.

And now with his life a very different kind of chaotic, Nikolai continued to put this emphasis on order and discipline wherever he could.

“Three sprinkles,” Nikolai says, picking out the chunky, jagged Himalayan salt crystals and flicking them down onto the slice of sourdough. “Fuck it. One more for good luck.”

Nikolai picks the sourdough up and munches his way through it in four or five bites. Then it dawns on Nikolai… he’s just used the last slice. He’ll need to head out to the nearby bakery first thing in the morning to ensure that he gets his pick of the loaves.

One night imagine that a vicious and not to mention notorious pakhan would have his bread delivered or reserved for his collection. But that wasn’t how Nikolai moved. Not in this neighborhood. In fact, not a single soul on the tree-lined streets and cozy strip of stores had any idea of who Nikolai really was.

As far as the local community of wealthy doctors, lawyers, and media professionals were concerned, Nikolai was a quiet businessman who was rarely seen outside of his clockwork visits to the bakery and deli next door.

And this was how Nikolai intended to keep it too.

Nikolai takes a bottle of water from the refrigerator and swallows his two magnesium tablets in one toss back of his head.

“Looks like I’m all done for the night,” Nikolai says to himself. “But how could I ever forget about you…”

With the sound of paws padding down the hallway and into the kitchen, Nikolai allows himself a smile as his treasured cat, Thunder, enters the room with typical nonchalance.

“I won’t ask what you’ve been doing tonight,” Nikolai smiles as he paces across the kitchen to Thunder’s food cupboard and swiftly replenishes his hard biscuits along with a small sachet of wet food too. “And to think you were a humble stray before you invited yourself to become my lodger.”

Nikolai gives Thunder a quick stroke down the length of his bright orange and white back and then makes his way up the long, curved staircase to the bathroom for a swift face wash and toothbrush. Once he’s all done, Nikolai crosses the upstairs open gallery and enters his bedroom.

With a quiet efficiency, Nikolai strips naked and carefully undoes his undershirt gun holster and places it, gun inside, on the antique mahogany cabinet near his bed.

With his thick, heavy cock hanging between his legs, Nikolai turns the bedroom light out and walks toward the window that looks out onto the quiet, sporadically lit street.

There is barely a light on in any of the houses across the street. Everyone will be tucked up in their beds, fast asleep, no doubt having drifted off next to their partner watching some awful Netflix series.

But rather than feeling disgust at his neighbors’ quietly affluent but humdrum lives, Nikolai feels a sense of longing. He’s never known anything like that, only ever seen it in films or on television.

“Nope, that’s just not me,” Nikolai snarls, putting the thought out of his head.

Nikolai doesn’t want to settle down. Not even close. All Nikolai wants is to rule the city, expand his empire, and live his life the only way he’s ever known.

Taking in a deep breath of air, Nikolai reaches down to his cock and grips it in his left hand. Suddenly, all he can think of is having a boy in the room with him… submissive, hard, willing to do his bidding for one night and one night only.

“On your knees for Daddy,” Nikolai says, closing his eyes and imagining his boy, naked and hungry for anything and everything he can deliver.

And with that, Nikolai turns to walk to his bed, his cock rock-hard and ready to allow him a little bit of blood-pumping escapism before he closes his eyes and sleeps for the night, ready to face whatever comes his way tomorrow…

2

THEO

Beep—Beep—Beeeeeeep!

“Damn, I get it already!” Theo mutters, his eyes shut but his ears very much open to the sound of his alarm clock as it continues to beep incessantly over on the other side of his neat, bijou bedroom.

Beep—Beep—Beeeeeeep!

“I said… I get it!”

Unable to take any more, Theo springs up out of bed and almost trips over his own legs as he groggily stumbles across to hit the off switch on his clock.

That final shot at the La Move seemed like a good idea at the time, but right now Theo is feeling more than a little regret at the fact that he even went out at all… let alone hit two new clubs before ending the night at one of his favorite haunts.

Without further ado though, Theo slips out of last night’s briefs and pads across the bedroom and straight into the small ensuite bedroom.