gay mafia boss but with a twist

Chapter 1 (and character intro)

So this is a rewrite of a really funny old book i wrote im still a shitty writter but yall still read this really bad book but now im making it better because although it makes me laugh i would like to be deluded into thinking my writing has gotten better. Additionally for russian and japanese speakers i do not know either one of these languages so if i get it wrong or if google translate gets it wrong feel free to tell me.

Italics - Inner thought

Name: Oliver Visclosky
Age : 32
Height: 6'5
Mafia Boss
Single and gay af

Name :Thomas Diamond
Age : 27
Height : 6,0
Assassin for hire
Pansexual and single

Now that we are done with formailities let's get to it

One of the Vulture members dropped to the floor, going completely limp. I should be smiling at this moment. I'm glad to know that my perfect shooting record still stands. It smells like blood and metal all around. I look around to see if there's anybody else, and hear a gunshot. I duck immediately and almost get grazed by a bullet I didn't even see. I glanced around quickly, but none of my men were nearby, so I'd have to handle this alone. That didn't bother me, though, since I enjoyed messing with people who thought they could take me down. I took a deep breath before moving behind the nearest wooden shipping container, and again just barely missed getting shot in the arm. Instead, they had grizzled at me, and at least I had a good feeling about the direction they came from.

"Дерьмо" (Shit)

I cursed and looked to the left and ahead, in the direction I thought the shot came from, then fired into the box and heard a groan. I walked over to the other side of the box, gun ready, and once I rounded the corner, I saw a man. He held his side with the gun in his hand, looking at me with a slight smile on his beautiful face. He had dark hair with slight waves and was wearing black combat pants and a red shirt that couldn't hide the dark red blood seeping through. He wore gloves, but his beautiful eyes held a warning look, mixed with curiosity, that caught my attention. I am just as curious.

"Kuso, kare wa nante utsukushī nda." ( Fuck hes beautiful)

I didnt understand what he said but i made his smile grow larger and decided to drop his gun

"Ill let you live if you tell me who hired you"

"Anything for you gorgeous"

My brain paused a little while taking in the compliment. I've never been called gorgeous before, and I've been called a lot of things. What a very strange man. I contacted the rest of my living men, and they rushed in while I kept my eyes fixed on the man in front of me; they did their best to patch him up for the time being. I checked around for anything that could be damning. After finishing a sweep and picking up a few things, I stepped out of the warehouse into the bright, cold outside, where I was handed a trench coat and an already lit cigar before getting into the waiting vehicle.

← Skipping the drive because im lazy →

From behind the two-way mirror, I can see him tied in a chair by nylon rope, and he seems completely calm. We cleaned him up a little earlier, mainly just cleaning up the wound and then changing out his shirt; all the other blood has been left on him. I think he's tapping his foot to every second beat, counting the time, but otherwise, he appears to be waiting until he glances at the mirror. Seemingly looking directly at me, not just at the mirror. A little unnerving, but intriguing to say the least. I decide this is the moment to walk in, so I exit the room and enter the one he's in. When I open his eyes, light flashes in a way, with something unfurling behind them. He sits up a little bit straighter and almost leans in.

"Hello Watashi no ōyamaneko" (my lynx)

"I don't have time for formalities, so you need to answer these questions if you want to live much longer."

"Okay, what do you want to know"
His wide grin stretching from ear

"How much were you going to be paid?"

"1.4 mil "
Not too much but not enough

"Whats your favorite color ?"
This man keeps throwing me for a loop he should be asking me other more important details but he doesn't odd

" Tiber. What's your name?"
"Thomas Diamond or as most people know Yoru" (The night)
So this was the infamous Yoru I've only heard whispers about. But I thought he'd be different; turns out this is him. Although he wasn't as formidable as I expected, I assume that from what I've heard and under different circumstances, he would have easily defeated me.

"How old are you?"

" 32"
Now to ask the question that will piss me off depending on the answer. It almost inconceivable that anyone would try and kill me yes i always have a target on my boss but with my reputation i thought people would have learned their lesson by now

"Who hired you"

" Leonardo Sanches from The Golden Panthers "
Эта маленькая сучка (That little bitch)

"Are you straight"
I looked at him quickly and my brow raised.

"No, but what does that have to do with any of this"

"Well your hot and im not straight so im shooting my shot"
So confident but now (?!)

"This seems like bad timing and you don't know if remotely attracted to you"

"You are. I can see that look in your eye"

"What look" i scoff at his boldness

" Fascination and tempted"

I move attempting to walk out feeling his stare on my back but he stops me

"Can I join your organization? The money enough to kill Watashi no ōyamaneko "
He says that phrase with such endearment its tantalizing but thats besides the point

"Maybe"

"Come on you know id be a good choice and wed be a good match"
Нелепый (ridiculous )
" My second in command will show you to your room. Welcome i guess "
I walk out with a smile on my face because this ridiculous man is attempting to worm his way into my head. It's a dangerous place to be. I signal my men to untie him once he is out the door and send another one to get my second in command. Зло (Mischief) what a good name for him.

A/N: Okay so yall i am working on this SLOWLY. I hope you like the update anddddd i tried finding better gang names but even teh ones in US history are kinda shit except for some of them not saying gangs are good not at all fuck that shit (mainly the ones that do traffickling and other evilshit) however some of their names are questionable.

Word count: 1195