CLACK!
"Pay up."
A man in an white name-brand suit and medium length blond hair says with a serious face as he cleans off the tip of his pool stick. The man stared at another young man, who couldn't be more than 30, and his group of friends, who looked more like frat brothers. The leader looked mad as hell, and his buddies looked shocked.
Francis Bonnefoy-Kirkland was well known in his bar, which is why he travelled to other bars and found people he could do business with. His blue eyes charmed people as he walked into a bar and his eyes wandered to the dimly lit billiard tables. He would see the group he targeted. He would show off his wealth by ordering some pricey fruity drinks as he made his way to the tables. He would target his prey and the hunt began. He would ask some poor group of boys how to play, as he set down his mixed drink by the table. He would ask what the long, pointy stick was. Francis would also let his accent become just a bit thicker as he asked about the billiard game, and with a group of what looks like old frat guys, he would grab the pool stick and as he turned he 'accidently' knocked over his drink. He would pay for the glass and just order another expensive mixed drink. That's when the men would get the bright idea to bet on a couple of games after teaching the rich foreigner. The prices would start simple, $20, $40, $80… eventually they got up to $200.
"Mon dieu! I can't believe I lost again." Francis says with a pout, he looks over at the tall, black- haired man he was playing, he looked like he was ready to back out.
"Mon ami, perhaps one more game. I will put $600 on the table…bringing the price to $800. I promise last game." Francis begs as he finishes his mixed drink. The man nodded.
"Last game." He agreed. The man and his friends smiled at each other thinking they were going to make an easy $800. The man smiled and made one more fatal mistake, as he unknowingly sacrificed himself to this predator.
"I am feeling generous, doll. Why don't you go first?" The man says. Francis smiles politely.
"thank you, mon ami." He says kindly. He chalks the end of the pool stick as the balls are set again. Finally, with sharp precision Francis takes aims and fires. The poor man against Francis didn't even have a chance. After about 10 minutes the game is over, Francis was the winner. The man didn't even get to play as he stood on the side shocked and then angry as he realized…
Francis was a pool shark.
The man angrily forked over the $200 he made and Francis made a profit of $600. As the man and his buddies stormed out of the bar Francis called out to them
"Nice doing business with you, mon ami."
The man twitched and obviously held himself back from kicking Francis' ass. Francis paid his tab and left a $50 tip for the bar tender as he walked out of the bar and walked off to find another place to hunt.
Arthur Bonnefoy-Kirkland had just kicked the last of his customers out of the bar, and was worried sick about where his husband was. It was already passed 3:00 am. All the bars are closed! And damn Francis always paid the bartended to say that he wasn't there or was on his way home.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
"Bullseye!"
Arthur looked over to his eldest son.
"Alfred! Can you start being useful and clean up the tables! Some security you are! Our bar closes at 2:30, and I had to kick out the last customer because someone was too busy playing with the dart board!" Arthur yelled. He had been angry and worried, while he was here managing the bar Francis had been out and about and his youngest son is just like his father! Nowhere to be found!
"chill pops! You're just worried because dad is running late. That just means he probably made more money. And fine! I will clean…geez no need to yell." Alfred said begrudgingly as he tossed the rest of the darts in his hands to the red and black dart board. Making them all hit bullseye or close to bullseye.
Alfred Bonnefoy-Kirkland, the oldest son of Francis and Arthur, he had an excellent eye. His favorite hobby is to play with darts in his parents' bar. He also had a job there as security, but he rarely ever helped with that. Alfred finally stood and started to clean the tables at the bar, while Arthur made sure that the bar was restocked and neat. Although this was a bar, you wouldn't know it. It was designed by Francis. At night, the bar operated but during the day it was a nice restaurant. Alfred made sure to move the tables around so that way it looked nice in the afternoon for lunch. You see, after 9:00 pm the kitchen closes and the place is only a bar…why, well that's simple…the cook decides to leave to play billiards.
Everything was nice and neat and upscale, even though the place looked elegant it had the best prices on everything. Alfred made sure that the pool tables were moved to make room for more tables, and his dart boards were taken down from the walls to keep the elegant look.
"Okay? I'm done… can I go now?" Alfred asks Arthur.
"Absolutely not! Alfred go get a broom or a mop and clean the floors." Arthur said as he made sure the kitchen was cleaned.
"I thought dad said that you weren't allowed in the kitchen." Alfred said like a smartass.
"What doesn't know won't kill him. Besides I need to make sure your idiot father has everything up to code!" Arthur says angrily as he remembers how embarrassed he was when Francis scolded him for destroying their last kitchen. It was an accident! He didn't know that the flames from the gas stove went that high.
As Arthur was in the kitchen, he heard the front door open and figured Alfred left instead of doing what he was supposed to. Then he heard the door to the kitchen open. Although whoever was in the kitchen was obviously trying to be quiet, Arthur could hear them. Then he felt someone behind him and he kicked them down and grabbed the knife on the counter, straddled the intruder and held it to the intruder's throat. The man let out a throaty laugh and looked up. Arthur groaned.
"That is such a nice way to welcome you're loving husband." Francis says with amusement in his eyes with full of amusement.
"This seems…how you say…kinky." Francis says with a laugh as Arthur threw the knife.
"Damn you frog! Trying to sneak up on me…" Arthur says angrily. As he tried to get up Francis pulled him back down on his lap.
Poor Alfred just walked in on the wrong moment…the act looked like something no kid wants to see between their parents.
"Gahhh! Warn me next time! I don't want to see your freaky foreplay!" Alfred says as he rushes out of the kitchen.
"THAT'S NOT WHAT THIS IS!" Arthur yells.
"It isn't?" Francis says with a pout as he sits up and pulls Arthur into a kiss.
"YOU! You had me worried sick! You said you would be back by 2:30 to help me close and it's 3:30-" Arthur was cut off by Francis kissing him softly.
"Calm down. I'm okay…and about $12,000 richer than when I left, mon amour." Francis says with a smirk. Arthur looked at him.
"Just…call next time you are going to be out this late. Did Matthew come back with you?" Arthur asked. Francis looked confused,
"Matthew didn't come with me this time." Francis says.
Arthur's eyes widened. Despite popular belief Arthur cared for both his sons and when he didn't see Matthew in his room when he went to get Alfred he figured he left with Francis. Matthew always had a better connection with Francis.
"Where the bloody hell did he go?!" Arthur says freaking out. He knew one person would know if Francis didn't.
"ALFRED BONNEFOY-KIRKLAND!" Arthur yelled.
Half a town away in a 24-hour illegal casino, Matthew Bonnefoy-Kirkland resided. He was the youngest of Arthur and Francis. This was the only place Matthew could go and get in. You see, one of his papa's friends ran the place and will let Matthew in. He was still technically too young to bet, but that didn't stop him from playing blackjack at the back table with the dealer. He didn't play for bets, because he didn't like taking money. He thought that these people were way to easy to read. He was great at reading people. That's why he never played poker…it was just too easy. It would be like stealing candy from a baby. And since people didn't notice him, he had a great poker face.
"Damn Birdie. You beat the dealer again." A thick accented voice said behind him. It was the owner.
"You're almost as good as you're papa." The same voice said, now laced with an arrogant smirk. Matthew turned around and saw a man, he was taller than Matthew. His skin was pale, he didn't look super buff, he had tousled short pure white hair, and piercing red eyes. He wore his arrogant smirk with pride. Matthew knew this man, it was his papa's friend. They hadn't been formally introduced…Matthew had met the man's brother but not this man. Gilbert Beilshmidt. One of the world's most famous Mafia bosses. He owned most of Germany and had a fair amount of land in the U.S. Yes, Matthew's family was apart of the Mob.
"I'm sorry sir, I don't know what you mean." Matthew said with a sinful innocent look on his face. His violet eyes locked with Gilbert's scarlet eyes.
When Gilbert locked eyes with this 'birdie' he could see this boy was dangerous. His eyes were wise beyond his years.
"If you will excuse me, I must be going." Matthew says as he looks down at his watch. 'Damn. Its passed 3:30! Im so screwed!' He thought to himself.
"Au revoir." Matthew said to the handsome mob boss as he rushed out of the casino like Cinderella when the clock struck 12:00. He ran outside, he didn't notice that Gilbert had followed him outside, as he jumped into his truck and rushed home…
"Papa is going to kill me." Matthew said out loud to no one in particular as he weaved through drunken traffic.
To be continued….
A/N: Hello. Yes I know I have other stories to write...but this story just came to me and I have to write it. I got the idea based off of a fan art picture I saw on Instagram to be honest. I really hope you guys enjoyed the prologue! If you did, please leave a review for me.
Warnings for the story: Violence and swearing (I will let you know if I have more to add)
So I don't know many card games so I am very sorry for anything I get wrong with that... and billiards (I've only played once).
Thank you guys for reading my new story I will try to update soon!
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