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“Donna, they’re here,” Niall, Louis’ Consigliere said as he opened the door to Louis’ office. The Donna sighed and looked at his best friend, eyes tired.
“Do we have to do his Niall?” He asked and the man nodded, eyes sympathetic.
“We need a new boss, Donna. Surely you understand,” The blonde man, turned his head to look out of the open door before looking back to Louis. Louis was married, to a very important man to the mafia. Louis was the second in command, being the Donna, and the mafia needed a Boss, a first in command. It was just how things happened.
“How many are there?” Louis asked, standing up from his seat at his ex-lovers desk. He ran his hands down the front of his black dress, rolled his ankles to make sure they could handle walking in the heels he had on. His light brown hair was in a high bun, messy. Louis was a crossdresser, something that took the Mafia a while to get used too.
“There’s four,” Niall moved to the side, holding the door open for Louis’ to walk through, heels clicking loudly on the wooden floors. “They’re all Boss’s of their own groups Donna. Once you marry the two will merge, we’ve got the room to accommodate everyone so we won't be the ones moving. No one would want to move you around anyway, too precious to do so,” Niall walked just behind Louis, to his right. Louis smiled, looking back at his friend.
“Okay, four men that I have to choose from, that’s not bad. Is there any that has caught your eye?” Louis asked, stopping as he came to the door where the men were. Niall chuckled.
“You’ll know Donna, are you ready?” Niall asked. All the rooms were sound proof in the home so Louis heard nothing through the door.
“I’m ready,” he assured and the door swung open, Niall moving in before Louis. As soon as the door had cracked the loud noise of arguing assaulted Louis’ ears. The Donna’s eyes narrowed and he quickly scanned the room, taking in the men who were yelling at each other. Only three of them were arguing, there was another sitting on a couch in the back of the room, one leg folded over the other.
Louis stood at the door for a moment, watching the three men grown and yell at each other, arms thrown up and fists clenched. They hadn’t notice Niall open the door, nor the Donna watching them, observing. “Donna,” Niall said softly and Louis smiled to him, taking a step forward. As soon as his heel clicked against the floor all eyes were on him, the men went quiet, and Louis sent them a disapproving look.
“Arguing so disrespectful in my home?” Louis asked, clicking his way to the large oak desk to his left. The room, to his left, was open only two couches pushed against the walls and four chairs in front of the desk.
“Donna, we-” Louis held up his hand, silencing the tall man. He sat down on the corner of the desk, one leg up and the other down supporting his weight.
“Excuses are for the weak. Man up,” Louis told the man, waving his hand. One of Louis’ four Caporegime, capo, stepped forward gripping the man’s upper arm tightly, pulling him out of the room quickly. “Now, would any of you like to say something?” Louis asked, standing from his perched spot to correctly sit in the large black swivel chair.
The man from the couch stood up, walking powerfully up to Louis. He bent slightly at the waist, green eyes connecting with Louis’, “Donna, I am Harry Styles. It’s a lovely pleasure to meet you, gorgeous as the stories say, more so,” Louis cheeks flushed pink and he held his left hand out, allowing the man to take it lightly and set a light kiss to his knuckles. Louis folded one leg over the other, his thigh flashing the Boss for a moment before Louis’ fixed it. The man glanced down, seeing the tan skin, but ignored the temptation to flirt any further. It would be disrespectful.
Louis watched as the tall man took a step back and looked to the next man who stepped forward, thighs bumping against the desk. “Nick Grimshaw,” he introduced himself and Louis scrunched his nose, looking to Niall, silently asking if he really had to let the man touch him. Niall nodded and Louis gave the man his hand for the lingering kiss Louis discreetly wiped it off on his dress.
The third and final man took a step forward, thrusting his hand out for Louis’, “Mark Showerd,” he introduced himself and Louis nodded, keeping his hands in his lap. This man, who looked like a soggy lampshade was not touching him, no matter what. Louis looked between the three men as they stood next to each other. He was quiet for a moment, just watching them, taking in their nervous habits. Nick picked at his cuticles and Louis hated people that messed with their fingers. Mark was sweating so much Louis was sure it was raining on the man. Now, Harry Styles, the Boss that Louis’ attention and almost had the Donna’s cock harden, was standing there confidently. His hands were folded at his front, feet shoulder width apart, head held high, and eyes on Louis.
“I’ve made my decision. You are all invited to dinner with me, all but one will be asked to leave. The one asked to stay will become my Mafia’s Don, my husband, and will be moving into my home,” Louis stood up from his seat. Niall opened the door and Louis made his way out of the room, heels clicking loudly. Louis loved the heels, they made him feel powerful, not that he wasn’t.
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Louis was the last one to the dinner table at 6 in the afternoon, 3 hours after their meeting. Louis sat at the head of the table while he wasn’t married, it was his ex-lovers seat. Louis would usually be sitting to the right but for now that was Niall’s seat. Harry was sitting two seats down from Louis’ left, leaving empty seats between himself and Louis, it was out of respect. Nick sat next to Niall, who didn’t look happy, and Mark sat next to him.
Harry was the only one to do as Louis’ did, set his napkin in his lap and take a single sip of his wine. The other two men drank their wine in one go, asking for a refill.
The food didn’t take long to get to the table, steak and pasta. No one but Harry and Niall offered their hands in prayer and Louis knew then who he was going to choose for sure. He didn’t like Nick or Mark, there were gross and disrespectful, both acting as if they were the Don’s of the house already.
Everyone but Nick and Mark were silent at the table, something that made Louis tick, wanting to throw his knife at them. The dinner table was a place to talk about Mafia related issues, not sex lives. Louis has only had sex with one man, his ex-husband, and he didn’t want to hear of all the women and men the two had taken. It was disgusting.
Once the food was done, dessert was served. A little piece of warm apple pie with ice cream, Louis’ favorite. Louis watched the two men as they dug into their small portions and scrunched his nose when they asked for more. The tiny Donna was happy when dinner was officially done and he could ask them to leave his home.
Once the table was cleaned Louis took a calming sip of his wine before he stood up, chair lightly scraping against the floor. Louis set his hands on the table, leaning forward a little. He connected eyes at everyone at the table, holding Harry’s the longest. He did like the green eyes of the man, he could get lost.
“As i’ve said before, i’ve made my decision who will be my husband and the new Don, boss, to my family. I informed you that you would be joining me for dinner then the two asked to leave will not marry me and take over my Mafia. I politely ask Nick Grimshaw and Mark Showerd to leave my home and never return,” Louis turned from the table, walking from the room with quick steps. The loud booming voices of the angry men tried to follow him but were cut off by the large oak door Niall closed.
“It’s okay Louis. He’s the right pick, i’m sure of it,” Niall assured Louis who looked at him for a long moment before nodding.
“Let’s hope he is Niall.”