A/N: I've always wanted to write another fic using the Mafia!AU. If you've read Ice Chains, you should remember how it ends tragically. I guess this time it won't be as sad as the last one but it's gonna be angsty and full of weird twists. Gonna have some mpreg elements as well XD

The night was cold. Snowflakes danced gracefully in the air, landing silently on Emil's silvery hair. His breath turned into frost. He stared at the trail of footprints he had left on the ground. Most shops had closed due to the snowstorm. The street once filled with cigarette stinks, shattered beer bottles, blood stains and boisterous chatters was now covered in white. Pure white.

But Emil knew better that nothing could purify their hearts.

The thing inside his chest was colder than the snow threatening to freeze his cheeks. He hid his chin behind his scarf and trudged after Mathias. He was taking him to a bar the family frequently patronised, to celebrate the success of Mathias's recent mission. Emil wondered how Mathias managed to shoot without trembling. In such weather, Emil couldn't even hold his gun firmly. Mathias never missed a target. His eyes were sharp. So were Lukas's. It ran in the family. The excellent eyesight; the incredible speed and agility; the flawless calculation; the efficiency and more. And then, there was Emil- the fidgeting, cowering, sobbing member of the group. The youngest. The shortest. The clumsiest. He was everything one could call a failure because in this world of extreme hierarchy, no Alphas would behave as hesitant and meek as Emil. Lukas had never let him out on any missions, even though they had been spending plenty of time teaching him to drive, to shoot, to fight and to defend himself. He failed miserably in every category but Lukas would always pat his head and ruffle his hair with a patient, warm smile. Emil knew Lukas wasn't expecting him to engage in any of the family business. He himself would shoulder every burden as expected of the eldest son of the Bondeviks family.

Emil was twelve when their parents died. Lukas was eighteen at that time. They came from one of the most notorious mafia families. Owning an immense fortune, a widespread network and ruling over a large portion of the Northern underworld, Lukas had been struggling to keep the Bondeviks in line. There had been chaos and a couple of traitors in the family trying to take over their inheritance. Emil remembered seeing Lukas come home one night with blood all over his face and body. It was the first time Emil had seen so much blood. Somebody else's blood. He burst into tears and wailed incessantly when Lukas spread his arms asking for a hug. He never knew how many people Lukas killed that night, but after he rejected being touched by his older brother's blood-stained hands, Lukas had made sure he would always present himself clean and tidy in front of Emil, despite the countless corpses he had trampled, the numerous people he had slain and mercilessly tormented to death.

'Why such a sour face?' asked Mathias. He had stopped and waited for Emil to catch up. 'Come on! Even though Lukas can't come tonight, we're gonna have a blast, okay?'

Mathias came from a smaller underworld family named Kohlers. Their lineage was infamous for drug trafficking, loan sharking and extortion. A couple of years back, he took over the family business and met Lukas, who was having a hard time protecting Emil and being chased down by family traitors. Mathias stepped in and rescued him from a planned massacre. Since then, they had become inseparable. Some time ago, they mated and got married.

Emil sighed. He really didn't want to be there. Most of the time, he wasn't even sure why he existed in the first place. His presence was a disgrace to the family, and an utter disappointment to Lukas, who had spent years nurturing and cultivating him. Everything his Beta brother had ever taught him probably went down the drain. He couldn't even stand a fight without weeping and sympathising with the enemies. Still, they had so much faith in him. Mathias always said he would turn out just fine because he was an Alpha. He would grow through obstacles and experiences would make him tougher than anyone else one day. Emil begged to differ though.

They entered the bar. Immediately, warm, comfortable air embraced Emil. The door was shut behind them and they were standing in a noisy, crowded bar full of their own kind. Mathias quickly spotted his old friend Gilbert, the eldest son of the legendary Beilschmidts family. Rumour had it that they had undergone over a hundred of spy operations and slaughtered thousands of people in the last century. Piles of corpses flooded Emil's mind and he shook the image off. He followed Mathias awkwardly as the blond went over to greet his friend and order a drink. They were having a party of some sort. A lot of them were smoking, not just cigarettes, but weeds. Some were taking drugs and most were drinking while chattering loudly. A lot of them had apparent bruises on their faces or limbs. Everyone was older than Emil. He loathed the smell of cigarettes and he couldn't even drink.

'Oh woah, you brought the princess with you huh?' teased Gilbert as he peeked at Emil. Emil's face went red and he glared at Gilbert.

'Yo, what's up?' a loud, irritating voice yelled. Emil's heart sank when he saw Alfred, probably the most abhorrent and feared leader of their community. He owned half of the land, had gangs stationed every corner of the city and was capable of taking down fifty people in one go. He smiled a lot. Ridiculously often that people would normally underestimate him. He had been friends with Mathias for a long time and they helped each other out often. They had frequent trades and deals. And like Gilbert, he teased Emil and looked down on him.

'Why did you bring him here, dude?' Alfred laughed. 'To teach him how to drink?'

'Oh give him a break, Al,' said Mathias. 'Just wanna take him out to relax. He's getting better.'

'Aw, really,' Gilbert leant closer to Emil and grinned. 'Would you like some candy?'

Emil scowled. He would have punched Gilbert if Mathias hadn't interrupted and stood in front of him.

'Gilbert,' growled Mathias. 'Leave him alone, okay? Lukas won't like this.'

Gilbert shrugged and pouted. 'Miserly bastard.'

'Come on, stop talking. Let's drink!' suggested Alfred.

Emil took a seat in one, lonesome corner, as usual. He always had a cocktail and everyone would giggle when they heard his order. At least, he wasn't having a juice or a cola. He used to do that and that was an awfully humiliating experience.

Both Gilbert and Alfred were Alphas. From his table, Emil caught a glimpse of the bar counter where Gilbert was making out with his mate. His mate happened to Alfred's twin brother, Matthew, a frail-looking omega who was surprisingly good at scheming and tricking the police. Next to them, Alfred and Mathias were seemingly discussing some business. People would tease him but nobody dared sit near him or even touch him because they all feared Lukas. They all knew that Lukas would kill to guarantee Emil's safety and well-being. Even if Lukas weren't here, Mathias would make sure his mate's younger brother was protected twenty-four seven.

Emil was starting to feel sleepy when someone suddenly flopped down next to him. Someone actually had the courage to go near him! He thought it was Mathias at first but when he peeked at that person, it was a boy not much older than him. Probably seventeen or eighteen. He had choppy brown hair, long bangs that covered half of his brows and very soft, smooth skin. He looked Asian, but not quite. His eyes were dark in colour and they glimmered in the light. When he sensed Emil's gaze, he turned to him.

'Oops, should have, like, asked if you mind me sitting here,' said the boy in his valley-girl accent. 'Seems that this is the only empty place left.'

True. As Emil scanned the bar, every corner was occupied except his. Mathias was still chatting with some of his friends. Emil couldn't take his eyes off this beguiling oriental. He looked nothing like the other guys in this room. He was young, adorable and sort of…pure.

Emil was proven wrong for the last one when a rather large Alpha gangster suddenly came over to the table and tried to flirt with the brown-haired boy. The man grabbed the boy's chin and complimented how gorgeous he was before asking him out on the date. The brunette raised his fist and as it collided with the man's cheek, blood sputtered over the table.

'You little shi-' Before the man could retaliate, the boy stood up and kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him flying across the room and landing right at Alfred's feet.

'How ridiculous,' commented Alfred as he shook his head. He adjusted his glasses and nudged the whining man with his left foot. 'Dude, that's Arthur's son you're messing with. You're probably asking for a death wish.'

The injured man coughed and stood back up, before earning another punch from Alfred and getting kicked out of the bar by the manager.

Emil stared back at the brunette, who returned his glance nonchalantly and sat back down.

'Pardon me,' said the boy. 'This is not the kind of greetings I'd like to present. By the way, the name's Leon.'

Emil blinked incredulously at Leon before he opened his mouth and stuttered, 'E-Emil…'

Leon's lips broke into a gentle smile. Mathias hurried to the table and asked, 'Are you alright, Emil?'

'Um…yea,' said Emil uneasily.

'Gosh, what's just happened?'

'Nothing,' answered Leon calmly. 'A hideous guy was, like, trying to bother us so I tackled him.'

'Oh, you are-'

'Leon,' said Leon. He stood up and smiled, before walking past Mathias. 'Leon Wang-Kirkland.'

The lights dimmed and the thunderous rock music began to play. Everyone bounced up, clapped and cheered.

'What's going on?' asked Emil.

'Relax,' Mathias reassured him with a chuckle. He sat down next to Emil languidly. 'Sit back and enjoy.'

The stage was lit and much to Emil's bewilderment, Leon was standing there in his black leather jacket and frayed jeans. He took the microphone and motioned for the rest of his band members to come out.

'Evening, fellows,' he said. 'On behalf of the owner of this bar, I thank you for coming even in such terrible weather. Just so you know, we'll always welcome our brothers here. This is a paradise for you to have fun, dance a bit and seek refuge anytime of the day.'

Emil frowned. Leon had dropped his usual accent and replaced it with a thick, British one. How did he even manager to do that? Emil wondered.

'And because Mr. Grumpy Eyebrows is away for some business, may I entertain all of you tonight?'

There was a round of crazy applause and laughter before lights were flickering on the stage in all directions.

'Mr. Eyebrows?'

'Oh, it's actually Arthur Kirkland,' explained Mathis. He leant over to Emil's ear and whispered to him. 'You know that Kirkland? Lukas should've mentioned him before.'

'Yea, maybe,' said Emil. In all honesty, he didn't quite remember who the Kirklands were but they seemed important. He had been told that the owner of the bar took control of a considerably large piece of land nearby and was renowned for opium trafficking, illegal prostitution and counterfeit money production. They were also a relatively huge family with four distant heirs and extensive networks across the Europe.

'He has bushy eyebrows and he's always cranky, so that's why he's nicknamed Grumpy Eyebrows,' said Mathias. 'That kid over there is probably the illegitimate child. Heard that Kirkland had an affair with Wang Yao's sister once and that's their love child.'

Emil was too absorbed in Leon's singing to actually react in shock. When he finally processed what Mathias had just said, he looked at him with his mouth agape.

'What? You mean the Asian family that owns everything in the Eastern district?'

'Yep, that's right,' said Mathias. 'They're real bad-asses too. Always cheat in trades. You can never beat these Asian's brains. So be mindful of them. They're extremely calculating and sneaky.'

Emil didn't want to listen to any more of it, although things about Leon did pique his interest. At that very moment, he only wanted to immerse himself in Leon's wonderful voice. He was singing on stage, swinging his head and dancing. Every step he took was light and hypnotising. When the light shone on him, his eyes sparkled and they met Emil's.

For the past seventeen years, Emil had never once felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest. It was pounding so fast he was afraid he would have a heart attack. He knew what it meant to have a blushing face, a frantically beating heart and a peculiar tingle that rose from chest.

He was getting a reaction.

'Dazzling,' muttered Mathias. Leon was doing a breakdance then. Emil had never seen such swift and powerful movements. He could only imagine that Leon's strikes were just as forceful.

'Never thought he has that in him. He's really good at fighting though. Maybe if you become friends with him, you can dig out some secret martial arts techniques.'

Emil's blush deepened when he pondered on the thought of befriending Leon.

Yea, he would love to get to know this guy, but how?

He was probably just going to embarrass himself.

'And you know what?' said Mathias with a smirk. 'I think it might work. He seems interested in you. If you get closer to him, we might be able to strengthen our relations with the Kirklands. Lukas would like that.'

The dance ended. People whistled and clapped their hands. Emil was still lost in the image of Leon brushing his wet bangs and waving at the audience. The proud grin on his face melted Emil's heart.

'What do ya think?' said Mathias. 'Maybe fighting isn't your thing. But you might as well help out in some way.'

Emil understood Mathias's intention. He knew this was probably the only remaining use of him in this family, since he could barely contribute to any other aspects of their business. Still, he wouldn't appreciate the thought of approaching Leon purely for the presumed advantages he could gain from him. Somewhere, deep in Emil's heart, there was a voice propelling him to stand up. As Leon leapt down from the stage and passed the time to another entertainer, Emil dashed towards him, blushing and panting.

'Yo, it's you again,' said Leon. 'You alright? Looking a bit red, huh? Drunk?'

Emil shook his head shyly and the feeling in his heart grew. It turned into a powerful urge. He plucked up his courage and finally resumed the pride of an Alpha. He said, 'Can I get you a drink?'

Leon cocked his brows and shrugged. 'Sure, if you don't mind. I'm, like, actually sweating a bit. Would be better if I get changed first.'

'No,' said Emil. 'Is fine. And if possible, I'd like to meet you again.'

Leon stared at him speechlessly. Emil began to fear if he had taken the wrong step. Was he too aggressive? Did he sound too blunt? Was Leon taken aback? Disgusted? Was he going to punch him and kick him across the room like what he had done to that flirtatious gangster?

'You're really interesting,' said Leon. 'Thought we're, like, going for a drink now. But yea, I don't mind meeting you again, cutie.'

Emil gasped. Did Leon just call him cute? For real?

Somebody actually thought a boy with conspicuous silvery white hair, dull indigo eyes and unhealthily pale skin was cute?

In the end, Emil got Leon a glass of ice wine- Leon's favourite. They chatted for a bit before Mathias interrupted and said that they had to go. Leon told Emil that since his father owned the bar, he lived nearby but he couldn't disclose the exact location.

'Can I see you tomorrow?' asked Emil earnestly. 'I can drive.'

He didn't know that the blush on his face had spread over to his ears and basically his neck as well. Leon fought back a chuckle.

'Sure,' said Leon. 'I'll be hanging around.'

'Okay…I'll…I'll…' stammered Emil before he waved Leon goodbye. 'I'll come. For sure. Bye.'

'Night, Emil.'