Mayhew-sama's Novel

[Mayhew-sama]

This is just my first post to give the warning.

Contains the follow:

Mature Content such as:
Swearing, killing, intense moments such as after glow of the hanky-panky, (lol) Also contains same sex coupling. If you don't like that than please don't tell me it's wrong or PM that it's wrong. I'll just ignore it and/or report it.

Also contains:
Drug mentioning and Mafia references. (No I'm not part of the Mob and if someone who just happens to be part of a Mob and wants to correct something, well than let me know what to change.)

Summary of the Story:
It picks up about half into the story, I'm still working on the beginning. (Here we go)
I couldn't believe what was going on, I, the son of the highest Mafia group, fourth son to take over the Underground, was in way over my head. If things kept going the way they seem to, I may just be about to find what life turns out to become. I know one thing for sure, and this one thing keeps me going. I. Want. OUT!

Chapter One to follow.  

[Mayhew-sama]

Out
Chapter One
Author: Mayhew-sama aka U. Mayhew aka U. Tamori aka Mathlexis


We both sat in the parlor, awaiting the arrival of Marcus. Soft cushions felt nice against my bareback and I cuddled the pillow in front of myself, closer. Murphy, the other man in the room smiled at me. I ignored him. Moving on hand from the pillow I moved dark brown hair out of my face, and looked down. I was losing my tan since the weather started to wane. Fall. The leaves outside were changing color.

Moving my body a bit the jogging shorts, black with white strips up the middle, swished. That noise made me smile. Simple things do that. I had already discarded my jogging shoes by the parlor's doorway and my socks were sticking out of said shoes.

"You look lovely, Mayhew-chan," Murphy's voice startled me and I couldn't help but grin at the compliment. I stuck my tongue out at him and looked him over. He was wearing jogging shorts too, we just went jogging and got back. His were tanned. I don't believe in the color beige so they were tan. Toned arms and toned body were easily seen from his white beater. I grinned at him and was about to speak when the door opened.

Tanned, five foot ten inches, black hair and pale sapphire eyes scanned the parlor. Marcus was here and he wasn't looking thrilled. Yay me!

"Twin, dearest, I'm sure you know why Mama ask for you to met me here after your jog?" He ended his sentence with a light tilt of his head and made it more a question. Of course I knew, it was all over the news.

"So who does Mama think handed over the names?" My eyes wondered to my twin's face, he still wasn't pleased.

"She has her guesses. She also mentioned that she wanted you to --"

"NO! I won't do it!"

Marcus stopped in mid-sentence and gave the full weight of his scowl at me. I didn't back down, he may be older by a few minutes, but I could easily kick his arse and he knew it.

"Whadda mean no!?" He was appaled that I turned down what THEY wanted me to do so easily.

"Just that. N! O! NO! I refuse to have any part of the Underground. Plus, I keep the snatchers at bay." My retort had venom dripping from each word and I was standing now. Marcus took a step back and Murphy a step towards me. I put my hand up to stop his advance.

"Someone's damned well sex deprived," which caused Murphy to laugh and also caused my twin to join in the fray of it. If he only knew how long it had been since I shared my bed with my lover. Business before pleasure I guess. They continued to laugh and I glared harder. Swooping down quickly I threw my water bottle at Marcus and laughed as he hit the ground hard.

"Oh, and Marcus is down for the count..." an older woman's voice entered the room. I grinned. "Mayhew-san, must you abuse him so?" That was Mama and I listened to her crackle as she walked away.  

[Mayhew-sama]

"Foggy car windows in a convertible where the top was down. Now THAT I've never seen," I whispered, my head was on Murphy's chest He chuckled softly and his reply was blunt enough to make me blush.

"Well, I never knew you were so flexible," oh yeah, I was blushing madly. Thinking of a retort meant staring into his eyes. I kissed his lips, a chaste one. Nothing more then that no matter how forceful he was. I wasn't ready to get addicted to that as well. I'd end up taking him in front of my Mama and well, let's just say I'd end up dead.

I took a deep breath through my nose, took in his scent and for the millionth time tonight and every night; I wanted to wrap it around me like a cloak. I was so lost in his scent I hardly heard his words.

"Hey, Mayhew," it wasn't even a whisper, lower then that, almost like a breeze that was light enough to give you chills but nothing more.

"Mmm..." my simple reply to show I heard him. What, I'm in heav'n!

"Marry me."

I ran my hand through his hair and smiled at him and froze in mid motion. I had just heard him, but it didn't register in my mind. I had frozen in time and couldn't move, breath or even speak. Somehow I spoke, "Why?"

I could move again after I had said it, I shifted my weight to again straddle him for the fourth time tonight. I wanted to see his eyes, his face, I wanted this to be serious and not just a heat of the moment. Silence. I wanted to cry, he was taking his time answering and it made my heart hurt. Was he only kidding? He knew my background better then my other lovers. I had kept them away from the Mafia, away from the pain we suffered.

"Because...because I picture myself with you when I'm at a ripe old age. I see you and I together forever." He was still whispering. He was being timid about this, he knew my look on romance. It's good in novels, but not in real life. It hardly worked. I threw that belief away as I leaned closer to him and let the tears fall fro my eyes. I kissed him, full on, not just lips. I put my heart, my soul, my answer into that passionate kiss.

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Gun shots. That was my alarm clock at five thirty in the damned morning. I'm NOT a morning person and I was running on half an hour of sleep, I was out all night playing "games" with Murphy.

More gun shots, he or she was getting closer and I heard a few people yelling for him to stop. Half asleep I reached under my pillow, the 9mm Firestar already in my hand, and scampered off my bed. My cat looked from under the covers at me like I was mad and started yowling at me.

The gunshots and shouts were closer now. That made me get off the floor and lock my door swiftly. I ran into my closet just as I heard a loud shotgun boom. My door, was now swiss cheese, just not edible. My stomach growled and I was glad the assailant was still firing into my bed. I wanted to cry, no, not from what your thinking! I mean from knowing my cat had just died. Yeesh, pervert! Why am I talking to myself like someone can read my thoughts?

I was rambling in my head as the gunman walked closer to the bed to inspect his work. He'd be able to see my hiding spot soon enough. I lifted the Firestar and just as he was in my line of sight, I fired and my shot was echoed by another. I screamed as I saw his head explode, someone had changed the clip on my gun and I screamed at what I had just done. Someone covered my mouth and further into my closet I went as I heard the sounds of gunfire hitting into wood.

I had just killed my first man, and I wanted to vomit. Where's my fiance when I need him most?

 

[Mayhew-sama]

"Marcus," shaky. My voice was very shaky. I didn't like it. "Who was that?" My room was a mess, I knew it without having to replay the past few moments in my head. Where's the damned stop button when you need one!? Marcus I noticed had dragged me into the secret passage that connected all the rooms. We had found these when Papa was still alive. We had hidden from that man. He was abusive when he was drunk. You can probably piece the rest together yourself. I tapped Marcus' shoulder and repeated my question. Still I fought back tears.

"Assassination." The color was gone from his face. We had only our lighters to illuminate the path; however, I could hardly make out his face. I knew this from the bond we shared. Twins and all. Something must have shown on my face, because he continued on. "The target was you, if you're too damned stupid to realize it. The Underground has evidence to say you're hanging around a dog."

He looked away. I could feel the shame coming off him in waves. I gasped. I didn't know what else to do. I bite my tongue and ignored the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. There had to be evidence against this. My silence had made Marcus uneasy because he spoke softly and quickly.

"Mama is dealing with those that are bringing up the evidence and killed the man who sent the assassin. She doesn't tolerate those types of things in her household. She wants you in a safe house until this is all blown over and I --"

"You don't SERIOUSLY think I'd be hanging around a dog do you!? Come on Marcus, have more common sense than that!" My voice was a harsh whisper but I had cut him off. I wiped my eyes quickly and saw Marcus, my own flesh and blood, turn away from me. He believed what he had seen and I was in the dark, literally and figuratively. "Whatever!" I slammed past him and when I heard him give a groan of pain it hurt my heart, but I kept going. I had to go find where Mama was meeting with those that said I was a traitor.

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I don't know how or when I got there; I was holding my Firestar and pointing it at Vernon's chest. He was the second in command of the Underground, Mama's right hand man. He was chuckling darkly, that sinister bad guy chuckle that said everything and gave nothing away. I rolled my eyes and brought the hammer of the gun back to prove my point.

"Mama, can I shot him?" Steady as I was holding the gun. My voice was too steady for my own liking. Though I blame it on the sudden adrenaline rush I had gotten. "He's challenging your authority and my alliance tot he Underground."

Mama shook her head at me, as if to scold me. She did; however, lock eyes with Vernon. The little pig actually shivered under her glare, goodie!

"He is right, Vernon. Unless you have proof to accuse Murphy of the crime you say he is guilty of. I'm going to have to let my son kill you, cold blood or not," her voice was tense, she knew I wouldn't do it but she would. She was mad at me for not having a backbone. Guess no one told her I had killed the guy with the sawed-off shotgun. Oh well. I'll just surprise her.

"I assure you, Mama," Vernon's tongue was as slick as his greasy hair. "Murphy is what he is. A dog! He's been seen around the dog house, talking with said dogs, even having a few affairs with a number of the same sex as his own."

That made me bite my tongue. I was going to cry at that final statement and it hurt me to know that maybe, just maybe, Murphy really wasn't in love with me like he said he was. I couldn't stop the words that had escaped the prison known as my mouth, "SHOW ME PROOF!"

Too much emotion had been placed into those words. Too much of my shattering heart was being said. Vernon overlooked it with one of his sneer's but my mother quickly hid the disgusted look on her face.

Vernon's sneer was soon replaced as I shoved my Firestar into his gut and glared up at him. He had a surprised "O" shaped mouth and I grinned. Goodie again, I had gotten the fat pig off guard. He snapped his fingers so I could see him do it, he was being cautious. He didn't want to die because I was trigger happy.

I stepped back and looked at one of the grunts as she handed me a folder. I skimmed through it all and dropped my gun. It fired of course, into the floor, but it made no one jump from the loud boom noise. There were pictures of Murphy with me, I was laughing at his wild gesture, someone had circled a head in the background, an officer of the law. Another time, and another. Then there were pictures of Murphy alone talking to the cops, and even a few making out with one or two. I noticed the only wrong thing on them, those ones had been cropped. I knew my body, someone had tampered with them to save my butt.

As if on cue, as if some thought in my head called to him, Nathanial strutted into the room, already dressed for work at the local casino. His faced was that of a bored man, but his eyes shined with mirth. Damn him. damn him to the lowest level of Hell. Damn him and his damned spy network!

"As you can see little brother," Nathanial's voices was calm and collective. That's HALF brother and you know it! I added silently. "Murphy is a spy. A black sheep. A wolf among sheep. What HAVE you told him!?" Nathanial had reached out for me at that point to grab my arm. I met him half way and slapped him forcefully across the face. That was my answer to him. He looked shocked.

Mama spoke softly, her voice raged, "I assume that SLAP was your answer to what he asked. I told you Vernon, MY SON WOULD NEVER BETRAY US! You do; however, bring a few loose ties to a tightened string together. Nathan dear, make it look like an accident. You are ALL dismissed."

My mother did NOT storm off, nor did she lift her nose in the air. No she glared at me. I had defied her twice in one days time. She wasn't happy with me and right now I was angry enough to not care. Only two of those pictures were cropped!

Vernon followed my mother out, as she had finally turned and paced from the room. Vernon shot me a scowl and I returned the favor by flipping him off. Screw manors I'm ticked. I went to follow and stopped at the sudden death grip on my shoulder. I yipped in pain. I had forgotten about Nathanial.

"f**!" Ouch... why does that bother me that he called me that? "I could tell Mama and Vernon. You'd be killed by either one of them not some assassin!" His expression had softened and so had his voice. He was hiding something. His grip, unlike the rest of him, was still hard and forceful. "You KNOW we have spies. YOU KNOW each sector of the Underground does. You could have been spotted!"

I knew he was right, but I still wanted to hit him. He moved his grip from my shoulder to my left hand and brought it up for us both to see. He glared, no glare is too soft a word, he was furious! I cried then, I collapsed into my brother's chest and cried like the seven year old of my past when I was picked on at school.

"P, pl, please don't kill him..." I whispered between sobs. Nathan hugged me tight and sighed. He didn't like this either. He had taken the pictures. He had seen us both during the night in the woods up on Make-out Peak. I should have known.

"I don't want to do this, but I have to for your own good. I'm blackmailing you. Join the Underground, help with the drops, the takes and the schemes. You become Mama's personal hit man until this clears up. I'm sorry, Mayhew-kun."

All I could say before I passed out from exhaustion was two words, "Damned you!" After that, all I saw was the back of my eyelids.