Love of a Mafia [Modern AU SDS Love Story]

Where there is law, there is also disorder.

A contributing citizen would provide to the public with successful careers that could revolutionize the cities and their way of living. The laws are there to defend the rights of working environments, and the safety of others.

But laws don’t always work as they should. Sometimes, those in power see themselves above the law and even use bribery to cover their heinous tracks. Greed and corruption runs deep in society, all in favor of riches.

And then, there was the dark world.

The mafia world.

The mafia is the middleman between the rich and the poor. The grey in the black and white, the rock that rocks the boat.

The mafia could be both an ally or enemy.

They have no problems getting their hands dirty if it means taking what they want because they have enough empathy to care about their fellow man, but also have enough backbone to take down corruption if needed. However, the thing about power is that it could be used as an advantage or a weapon of destruction if not used in the right way.

Some would even abuse their position to try to control operations, even extorting civilians before eventually forcing them to work down to the bone to repay what they borrowed. They wouldn’t even care if they ended up dead anyways.

Ordinary people would think how the mafia works is that they would trade products that are illegal, not just the drugs though. Gun fare models that aren’t legally sold are one of the few examples. They would even think of human trafficking, even the brothels and clubs that can easily attract the carnal desires of men and women.

Although there are a few small gangs, there are five main gangs that brought both respect and fear amongst the communities. They send in money to help fund schools for children, call out insurance companies for scamming their customers and also a few pastors who turned out to be pedophiles end up missing.

Some dirty cops have been exposed for their dark deeds, pimps have been found dismembered, even former prostitutes have found legit jobs. Not even government workers are safe.

Opinions divided upon how they run their operations. Half would give them respect for funding schools and genuine charities to help, even giving those who were down in the slumps a chance to have regular jobs. The other half would double-down upon the fact they kill, the distrust and resentment running deep.

However despite the resentment they knew better than to try to fuck with them unless they want to end up like their other victims. Although they don’t know those individuals, sometimes it’s best to leave the unknown.

Sometimes, though, crossing paths with them can be very unexpected. And that can either be good, or bad.

A young beautiful woman is sitting at the edge of the bed with dark red sheets and pillows, wearing only a simple strapless black dress with a semi-sweetheart that gives a good view of her deep cleavage. Her copper hair is long and luscious with extreme care, skin porcelain and flawless of blemishes while her crimson eyes look at the view of the bustling city through the large windows. Her only makeup is eyeliner and black-lipstick.

Sometimes, she finds it hard to believe she would be living like this. She never had much money around, but was humble and comfortable with her simple life. Until she lost her job, and she struggles to find another to keep herself afloat.

She ended up working at a hostess club, not exactly what she wanted but she was desperate to not be kicked out on the streets for missing rent payments. What she thought she would work there for most of her life, she ended up wanting to quit after a month.

Was it because of harassment? No.

Was it because she felt unsafe? No.

Was it because of mistreatment from former coworkers? No.

Because someone asked her to.

Although the money was enough to pay her bills, the person who hired asked her to stay but she only meant this as only temporary until she finds a better job but so far no luck.

Though she would also have to worry about providing herself, not just the bills. This grandiose house doesn’t belong to her, but his.

While working last night, one of the customers she spoke to surprisingly gave a great experience that provided lots of alcohol. The customer asked her to come over to his place, and she normally wouldn’t but she let her impulse get in the way due to the alcohol buzzing.

The next thing she knew, she was in someone’s bed.

At first, she was mortified at herself for ending up in someone’s bed and recklessly giving away her virginity that she diligently tried to save for marriage. She really thought that she was just someone to warm up his surprisingly comfortable and luxury looking bed, just a quick fuck escalated by alcohol.

But despite that, she surprisingly enjoyed it. Her one night stand was surprisingly gentle with her before they kept going at a slower pace until it went beyond that.

Even more surprising, he didn’t coldly kick her out like she kind of expected him to. He lets her use his bathroom to clean herself up, and offers her breakfast that a servant prepared for them.

She grabs the tray upon being offered by the retreating maid, and she lifts the top off revealing a delicious omelette with fresh fruit.

“This looks delicious.” Yelena says to herself as she grabs her knife and fork, cutting into it before taking a bite. She hums in content, the flavors dancing on her taste buds that makes her yearn for more.

As she enjoys the meal, she hears the door from the bathroom open. “Oh, you got the breakfast?” A man’s voice calls out.

Yelena squeals, her face turning red as her hair as she hears the man’s voice.

“I, um, I did.” she muttered with a blush.

The chuckle from him did not stop the blush to spread to her ears, and hears him move.

“Good.” He remarks, and she sees him in the corner of her eyes moving towards the vanity while drying his hair with a towel, his strong toned back facing her. He is only wearing only his dark boxers, given he just came out of the shower.

She just stared at his strong back while slowly eating her food, the droplets of water sticking to his smooth skin. Yelena just mindlessly stares at the wonderful sight gifted to her.

“Admiring the view?” he calls out, and she sees that his lovely green eyes are looking at her through the mirror of the vanity.

“A-Ah, I’m sorry..!” she squeaked in embarrassment quickly looking away, which is ironic given the great time she had with him last night.

He just chuckles before finally moving the plush towel away from his head. Revealing mass of golden blonde hair which goes well with his green eyes and honey tanned skin.

“No need to be embarrassed. I mean, we saw each other last night.” he remarks cheekily.

“I-I know, but still!” Yelena says with a hot mess of a blush on her face. With the alcohol flushed out, she isn’t as forward as she was last night, confidence even.

Having never dated anyone, despite coming to terms that she is bisexual, the situation she’s in is very new and something she avoids until now. She has no idea how to handle this, even now being in this man’s home, so it’s understandable that she would be shy around this admittingly handsome guy whom she had sex with recklessly.

But maybe this could be a great experience for her in a way.

Yelena just continues to eat her food. “So um, what do you do?” She asks him,

“Hm?” he hums while getting himself into a pair of nicely pressed dark pants.

“Um. With how grand your home is and having servants, you had to have your own successful company. And uh, possibly be the CEO.” she says to him, done with her omelet and now moving on to eating fresh cut fruits.

She notices that he seems to hesitate for a moment.

“Somewhat in a way.” he says to her, keeping his answer short.

“Huh, but you don’t seem like the greedy type.” she remarks.

“I rather use the extra money to give to someone less fortunate than me. I don’t even want to know what half of those greedy assholes use.” he mentions.

“Oh.” Yelena is fully aware that not all successful people are assholes, but it’s still a pleasant surprise to meet someone who is down-to-earth and uses their wealth to help people in need. It makes her pause at that.

“So, um... what now since last night happened?” she asks almost shyly, anxious even since she has no idea what else would happen after that.

“Well I don’t mind meeting you again. I hate that this is how we met but I don’t regret it.” he says to her.

“Oh okay, understandable since we’ll.... Wait, what?” Yelena squeaked in surprise, her eyes a little wide at the fact he is up for another meeting with her.

“Yeah, I want us to meet again only in a more subtle environment. Is that alright with you?” He asked her.

“Oh, um, yeah I don’t mind.” She mutters.

She doesn’t know why, but maybe she craves more from him. More interactions with him. Maybe getting to know him better.

And more rounds of mind-numbing euphoria with him.

She was in such a daze, her face turning red thinking about last night’s encounter.

“You okay?” The blond man asked her with a look of concern on his face.

“A-Ah, oh no I’m okay! Honest!” she says quickly with a shake of her head, face still red like an apple. Or maybe as the cherries.

“I-If that’s what you want then, um... do you wanna exchange numbers...?” Yelena asks timidly while using her other hand to tuck a lock of her hair behind her left ear.

The man smiles at that. “Sure.” he says to her.

With that, she reaches for her phone that’s in her purse which is on the ground while he took his own out from the nightstand. While her phone isn’t up to date but still working well for her, his was more of the sleek and up to date which says a lot of his wealth. Both of them exchanged numbers, and she simply has the contact number name as ‘Jade Eyes’.

It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t remember his name, and was unsure if he said his name last night but alcohol made her forget. But she decided to call him that for now.

Yelena’s face was so red it could make a cherry go pink.

“You need a ride, or you’re okay?” “Jade Eyes” asked her.

“U-Um, if you’re okay with dropping me off by the apartments.” she says to him. She would just call Uber to take her home, but she has no idea about the address of his place.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” he says, while putting on a crisp dark green button-up shirt and going to collect his remote car key. She nodded, finishing up the offered meal and went ahead to get her black heels on.

She easily puts them on going to follow him, her heels clicking the floor as they head over to the garage. During the travel, she takes in the view of the rooms with luxury looking furniture and other things that would make anyone sacrifice a limb or an organ to afford one.

“Man, this is really nice.” Yelena says to him in awe of his mansion.

“Is it?” he comments casually, like this is nothing. Which is understandable given that he is surrounded by many kinds of luxuries.

“Yeah. Oh, sorry. I’m sure you hear that all the time from other people.” Yelena mutters with genuine worry, one of her hands over her mouth a little.

She really didn’t want to make it sound like she is one of those ladies in pursuit of men with wealth. While it is nice to have some financial security to pay off the bills and all without worry, she doesn’t want to be seen as a gold-digger due to her struggles.

And even if she has extra money, she would save it up for more important things. Buying nice things for herself is always the last thing on her mind, if it means treating herself after many grueling hours of work.

“Oh no, you’re fine. I could tell you’re not used to seeing a lot of luxury stuff, and I know you’re not a gold digger at all. Trust me, I wouldn’t have let you come home with me.” he says, before glancing over to her.

“And although people couldn’t see it, you don’t like your job that much huh?” He asks her.

She was surprised that he was spot on about it. She just sighs heavily and nods to that.

“No, but it was the only job that could help cover the bills and all. It’s only temporary though, once I find a better job and I’m leaving that place for good.” she tells him truthfully.

Being a hostess isn’t exactly glamorous. While the pay is good and all, the thing is she is paid to cater to men and at times women with drinks and conversations to make them feel mattered. The cons of it comes with men, despite the rules meant to protect the hostesses, being invasive with touches and passive-aggressively demanding to head home with them.

It got to the point Yelena had to carry pepper spray and a pocket knife with her in her purse, paranoid about being followed and ambushed after work. She hated it, but she endures it for the sake of paychecks to keep her afloat.

“Well what’s your field?” The man asked her.

“Oh. Before I lost my job, I was a barista.” Yelena says, and he tilts his head.

“I didn’t take you for a barista.” he says, which made her giggle a little bashfully.

“That’s what some folks said, but I like making coffee. I like smelling the coffee beans. And bonus for me, I could also make fresh pastries that can pair well with the drinks.” she says.

“So then how did you lose your job, then?”

“The coffee shop had new ownership, and instantly let go half of the employees to make some budget cuts. I was one of those employees he let go, even though I was considered one of the best.” she responds with an irritated huff.

“Cut costs, huh? You know a friend of mine goes to that coffee shop. Maybe I could ask her to talk to your former boss.” he suggested to her.

“Oh, please. It’s alright, you don’t have to help me.” Yelena mutters, her face becoming a pink shade despite that she is touched that he wants to help her. Even though at this point, they are strangers.

Strangers who would meet up again and possibly have more fun.

“Well people shouldn’t be let go because some idiot wants to be greedy, and I mean he’s really an idiot. If you drive away your employees, you’re driving away your customer base. As my friend stated, she doesn’t go there anymore because her favorite barista is not there anymore or whatever that means.” he says with a sweat drop.

“Oh... she went there because her favorite barista was there?” she asks, very amused.

“Yeah, until the barista was let go. She was huffing and puffing about it for a while, stopped going there because of that.” he says with an amused look as well.

“Oh....” she muttered.

“But anyways, you mentioned the current job is temporary until you find a better one. I doubt you could endure it longer than you think, so I’ll definitely get her to fix it up so you won’t keep on working there.” he continues on.

Yelena opens her mouth to protest, but then closes it in thought.

He was not wrong about it; she doesn’t think she could keep on working as a hostess a little longer until she finds another new job. None of the new jobs she applied for haven’t responded back to her yet, and others have called and rejected her.

Why hire someone who is only good at making coffee and pastry treats? Incompetency is something that most workplaces rather not take in that would hinder their business.

“....Okay.” she says, caving in. Although she is rather skeptical that she would have her old job back right away.

“Don’t worry, she’s very persuasive.” The man says with a grin towards her, making Yelena tilt her head.

“Also making coffee and baking treats is a good business idea too, it could bring back jobs in local communities.” he says to her.

“But my former boss has stated that it’s a useless skill.” Yelena says in a sarcastic way making him laugh.

“Again he’s an idiot and greedy, no one wants to work in a corporation. Shopping locally could bring in local businesses and jobs.” he says to her.

She can’t exactly argue with that, given the corporation most of the time always sapped the enjoyment of the simplest thing. Though she notices that he seems to know a lot about how businesses should and work.

Well, she’s not one to pry into.

“Oh right.” he says, as they now arrived in the large garage of the manor. There are some cars, but the one he decides to use is a black Mercedes-Benz SUV.

“Although I almost feel sorry for the bastard, because my friend does not like people getting screwed over by something stupid.” he says with a grin.

“Heh, I see.” Yelena says, forming a smile while moving to the passenger side. Though before she opens it, he beats her to it and opens the door for her.

“Oh, t-thanks...” she says with a blush. Yelena goes inside of the car and he closes the door, her face was red as a cherry again.

He gets into the driver’s seat next to her.

“No problem, anytime. Oh what’s your favorite cuisine?” He asks her curiously while turning on the engine by pressing the button in by the steering wheel.

She was albeit surprised that he is curious about her tastes. Maybe to get ideas about what to do in the next meet-up?

“Um... Italian, French, German, Thai, Taiwanese, Japanese and Korean are my favorites.” Yelena tells him, while shifting a little in the luxury leather seat. Almost as though she is careful about not wanting to ruin it.

“Ohh, you like German food?” He asked her with a grin.

“Yeah. I’m actually half German and Norwegian. My dad was the reason why I like the cuisine.” she admits to him with some shyness.

“Well you got a good taste in cuisine, we have different types of restaurants we could try out.” he suggested.

“Oh maybe at a Korean restaurant? It’s been a while since I had Korean food.” Yelena says to him with a shy smile as she genuinely wants to get to him.

“Then Korean food, it is. When are you free?” He asks, while keeping his eyes on the road. She thinks about it for a moment about her schedule.

“I get out early tomorrow at six. Is that alright?” Yelena responds, before squeaking a bit upon feeling a hand on her left thigh. This caused her to blush.

Hard.

“Man, you’re bold. You always do this with a lady friend?” Yelena says to him while trying to save face towards him.

“Nope. You’re the first and only.” He says bluntly, making her surprised.

“R...really?” She mutters. She finds it hard to believe, given how well he took care of her last night.

“You’re surprised?” He says with a grin towards her making her squeal, her face turning red.

“I-It’s just..! I mean, yes but! Me?!” She says, stumbling over her words. A rich, handsome guy like him could have any lady and yet he settled on her.

With her, who isn’t quite financially secure yet and scrambling to look for a better job.

“Something wrong?” he asks, seeing her appearing to be pink entirely in the face and reaching to her ears. If possible, steam can be seen rising from the top of her head while squirming her legs a little.

“I-I’m fine!” she squeaked.

“Hm. Can you tell me the address of the apartment you’re staying in?” he then asks her, while moving the hand that was on her thigh momentarily to get the GPS started. She tells him the address, and it’s about nearly 45 minutes away after setting it up.

“At least you’re in a fairly decent apartment.” he comments, and she just makes a sheepish small laugh.

“I scrape as much money from the checks as possible to rent an apartment that isn’t too expensive but not too dirt cheap that wouldn’t take up most of my savings.” she admits.

“No need to be embarrassed, I know it’s not easy. Well luckily my brother is rebuilding some older apartments, turning them sparkling brand new and the building itself has old vintage architecture. He’s obsessed with it, it’s not even funny and the rent will be cheap. It will put him in great business since the other establishments are way overpriced.” he says to her.

That made her smile a little more. “That’s nice of him. And sometimes vintage is quite better than modern, so I don’t blame him.” she replies.

“You like vintage?” he asks curiously.

“Well... the vintage kitchenware and clothing trends catch my eye the most. The 1950s clothing, of course.” she says thoughtfully. That makes him hum in acknowledgment, quickly keeping that in mind for the future.

“I just believe they have better quality clothing.” Yelena says to him, with stars in her eyes as she loves going shopping vintage.

“I can see that.” he says, already imagining her wearing vintage clothing. That would be a treat to see.

They were so into talking to each other, they had reached the apartment Yelena is living currently in before they knew it. It’s modest looking, and looks to be well maintained.

Hopefully the landlord or landlady matches the building.

“Thanks for the ride.” she says, undoing the seat belt as he parked the car close to the apartment parking lot. She checks her purse quickly, seeing she has her apartment key, her phone and obviously her wallet with all the important cards in.

“No problem. Oh, one more thing.” he says, making her look at him curiously.

“What’s that?” She asks him tilting her head.

“Your name.” he remarks, making her blink. Come to think of it, he hasn’t said her name which meant either she hadn’t told him last night or the alcohol made him forget.

“Oh.... Yelena Carmella Ceres.” she tells him.

“Yelena? That mean “Shining Light”? That’s a beautiful name.” he commented, making her blush.

“Oh, what about yours?” Yelena asked him.

He seems a little surprised, but that was quickly replaced with contemplation for a moment. Then he shares it.

“Meliodas Drache.” he reveals, and Yelena noted that his last name is of German origin. Basically meaning ‘dragon’ in English.

That’s fitting, given that his lovely green eyes remind her of the scales of a dragon.

“It fits you especially with your eye color.” She complimented genuinely towards him.

“Does it?” He blinks, clearly genuinely surprised a little.

“Yeah. Green scales of a dragon.” She says, before looking at the time on the touch screen of the car.

“Oh, anyways thanks for the ride. And um... also last night...” Yelena adds shyly, avoiding eye contact with her face and even body heating up at remembering it.

“Oh no problem, and I look forward to meeting you for dinner. If you need anything, you can reach me anytime.” he says to her.

“Even if... I want more of last night?” She asks, almost slowly from some hesitation that he would turn it down.

“Oh, well if you’re alright with it then I don’t mind.” he says to her with a grin.

Oh she is beyond alright with it. Just the thought of it makes her thighs tighten a little while heat simmers in her gut.

God, she needs to calm herself. Acting like a horny rabbit.

“O-Okay, then. S-See you soon.” Yelena says quickly with her face red, making her way out of the car and closing the door before heading to her apartment.

“Alright, be safe.” Meliodas says to her with a smile before taking off, and Yelena’s face was red.

Oh gods, is this gonna be the start of the sugar daddy and sugar baby?!

She’s thinking to herself how did she get so lucky, unbeknownst four more individuals are waiting and willing to spoil her.