Reality

Nicolas Gothmann

The sounds of the engine vibrating the entire Lamborghini Veneno was sorta soothing, the sound of the calming music played on the aux that was custom made under Xaver's demand, it costed extra. The dim light that settled above the gear lever was the only light that was on. It looked sketchy, like one of those cars in a cop movie that's waiting for the criminal to come out to reveal themselves just to get into a gun fight and ultimately lose by bleeding out...

But right now, I'm just trying to search for the nearest hotel, stupid of me to bring my phone as my father has always put a tracker on my phones. Which is why I'm going to abandon the car here with my phone inside.

Brring... Brring...

"For crying out loud, Xaver... If he's going to call me again, I'm gonna murder that bitch." I groaned in frustration as I hit my fist against the steering wheel aggressively. Panting in sharp pattern as I stare down at Xaver, the caller.

Maybe I should answer?

Yeah fuck that, he's just being a clingy bitch like Chloe, that first slut he ever allowed me to fuck.

Cancelling the call, I soon look at the hotel that I clicked on before Xaver had ruined my mood, the hotel was a 10 minute walk, it was open 24 hours and allowed 18+ to book rooms on the spot in the hotel, huh the rooms were 50 euro's a night, that's cheaper then the others... and the rating was nearly 5 stars.

"Holy shit, luckily I brought cash cause my father has definitely declined my bank card..." I say, soon turning on directions to where the hotel is, I turn off the engine making the dim light sharply shut off as I step outside, the freezing weather hitting my body harshly.

I grab a hold of my backpack, from the back seat and start strolling across the pavement, taking turns whenever the directions have said, I soon get to 2 more roads before I've reached my destination.

Now I'm going to turn off my phone and chuck in a neighbors bin, because I now realize I should of just wrote the ways to go on my hand. Finding a bin I threw it in there before walking away. I could easily buy a new phone, easy peasy.

~

Holy shit, the hotel looked entirely modern, not one bit of spray paint on any of the walls, the bottom lights were on. Glancing around the road I soon recognize that I use to go to the fight club opposite, 'Ragion's Place!'. It was your standard box in the middle that 2 or 3 people fight in, it's concrete floor inside and a few chairs that are nailed into the floor, because otherwise chairs would literally be broken, though the chairs are used if you give up, last person standing wins. Outside the box in the middle are chairs that are also nailed to the floor, a bar in a corner, which is only used before and after fights because, if you are just speaking to the bartender and not even watching the fights, why are you even there?

Anyways, next to Ragion's place is a food shop and on the other side is just a liquor shop, the rest were homes or parking lots.

Marching towards the entrance of the Hotel, aka Yaroslav Hotel. Original. The inside was warm and clean, seats were leaned against the walls or infront of other seats with a small circular glass table in between them, the walls were painted white with a few walls, like behind the reception desk, has wooden panels going to the ceiling to the floor, it looked something out of a tumblr post or a Instagram background with some whore's ass in the middle trying to get some dick.

"Hello, sir. Welcome to Yaroslav Hotel. Have you booked a room?" A female voice had interrupted my thoughts, the lady had a marriage ring on her left hand with a black pencil skirt, a black blazer that had the logo of the hotel on it with her I.D card that had said her name, she also had a white shirt on.

"No, but I was told I could book a room here?" I asked politely, I faked a smile towards her as she nods her head before typing onto the computer looking for rooms that are open.

"You're in luck sir, we've got 3 empty rooms, what is your full name, email, address, age and how long you're staying here for." She replied seriously, spinning the monitor towards me so I could type it in, just in case anyone would want to listen in.

Full name: Nicolas Grothmann

Gmail: NicolasGroth2001

Address: ... ... ... Ham Lane

Age: 19

Your stay? 3 nights.

"Alright Mr. Grothmann your room is on the third floor and room 304. Enjoy your stay sir. And if you are wanting an all you can eat breakfast you'll have to wake up at 7 to 9 am." She said smiling ever so fakely towards me.

"Thank you Ma'am, I will." I smile also looking fakely towards her as I grasp a hold of the card that would open my room for the couple of nights I'd be here for.

~

The room consisted on a double bed with the classic white sheets and pillows. A bathroom with a very nice looking bath tub, it curved at the end with golden faucets, a shower head was attached to the tub and curtains surrounded the tub to give privacy from secret cameras, there also was a toilet and sink, but that's in the usual bathroom, right? The bedroom had cream carpet with a bible on one of the night stands for the religious people who would stay here.

There was also a black kettle with different types of tea bags, classic British, green tea and chamomile tea. A hair dryer next to it with a mirror that lit up when you turned on a certain switch. Above the mirror was a few coat hangers. And that was the room, the room though glowed from the full moon that forced it's way through the huge windows.

What time is it?

10:12 pm

~

Walking confidently inside Ragion's Place all that was heard was the aggressive cheers for a certain man to break the competitors knee caps... This place hasn't changed.

"Hello sir, are you a fighter or an observer?" The receptionist asked quickly so he could see the cameras that was videoing the rough fight.

"Observer." I answered blankly.

"Here is your observer badge, don't go inside the box unless you want to get kicked out. Enjoy." He replied, roughly handing me the badge before fully merging into the fight again.

I slowly walked towards the area where the huge crowds of men and a tiny percent of women were.

The rough punches to the head of the weaker and much more skinnier boy was having a huge toll on the lad, he looked to be in so much pain... Who would force a boy into a match he clearly cannot handle?

"This is what you get for making my boss fire me! You are a stupid, faggot who deserves to die! You'll never be my son, you're a bitch who would rather submit then to actually rape a bitch." The man had yelled into the boys ear, the skinny boy was his son? That's gotta be tough, I should train the boy... Though maybe I could use him, he could be my toy. Now that'll be nice, I'm bisexual and I haven't even enjoyed some ass, wow what is wrong with me?

The tiny boy soon clambers down onto the chair exhausted, 5 seconds go by indicating that the father had won, money was soon given to him as he roughly drags the boy outside the ring and onto a chair further away. He had slapped and spat at the boy before walking his way towards the bar that now had a queue of drunk men and women. Now is my chance.

I walk cautiously towards the now heartbroken teen, he was humiliated, used, degraded. So much had happen to him, though he hadn't had anything bad like Xaver had done to me, he was weak, he can't handle the torture. But I can. He isn't me.

"Hey, are you feeling ok? I know that is a silly question but Ragion shouldn't of agreed to allow your father to beat you up like that..." I said, sitting 2 chairs away from him.

"Everything feels so painful... sir. And Ragion is my uncle, he doesn't like me, he hates me. Said that he was suppose to marry my mother but instead she had gotten pregnant with his brother." He said soulless.

"Do you like living with your father?"

"No, I want to kill myself because of him, because of him, the love of my life ran off, but he soon was killed, be-becau-because of me..." He whimpers quietly as he wipes his tears off of his cheeks.

"Here how about I give you my card to the hotel across the street, you can hide out there. I'll get you anything you want ok? Will that make you feel better?" I answered softly, too softly in my opinion.

"I don't even know your name, I don't even know your intentions." He replied looking at a bit fearful of would could come his way, he glances towards his father who is seconds before ordering a drink.

"I'm Nicolas Grothmann, I don't any intentions of doing anything harmful towards you, unless you're into that... You are a beautiful kid and deserves the care and love, I'm just offering to protect you, if you don't trust me, we could go over rules if you'd like." I answered, calmly. Staring deeply into his clear ocean eyes, his eyes were uneven, one of them was one single eyelid and one double eyelid, adorable.

"O-ok, that's fine... Will there be any f-food in your hotel? I haven't eaten since Friday..." He shyly muttered. Friday was 3 days ago.

"No, but I can get you some food, here is the card. Just don't through my stuff otherwise we will have problems." I told him with seriousness. Before standing up and handing the card over quickly, he nods before rushing towards the exit. Damn that ass is thicker then my future.

~

On his second shot of vodka he started getting recognized, not by anyone who was a fan of his knock outs. But his 2 enemies, Simon and Marcel Daniels, they were twins with a fucked up past.

"Well, look who it is Nicolas Grothmann, the Mann himself. Was your daddy tired of you being such a useless bitch that he stopped coming to watch you fight?" Simon had mocked, he was a ginger man with bright orange eyes, he looked like some supernatural demon, he was intimidating for the most part.

"Did daddy just use you for the money and left after he took all your game away?" Marcel added, he dyed his hair dark blue, his eyes were a dark brown color that represented dog shit that had been there was a bit longer than a day.

"Did your mummy and daddy abandon you after realizing how retarded their sons were?" I remarked, we were getting quite the audience now, which was now making us 3 want to engage into a fight.

"You... You didn't just go there. You're the one who murdered our cousin Chloe! How dare you just do that." Marcel yelled enraged, a vein was popping out the side of his temple, telling how pissed he was, I love annoying these 2, like 2 teen brothers pissing each other off cause they lost a game of fortnite.

Soon enough the crowd starts to chant 'fight! fight! fight!' the twins begin to smirk before marching to the box and walks inside getting ready to fight. I'm just an observer, I'll get kicked out, oh boy who do I care.

I soon follow ahead and walk inside the box. As I walk inside, my face becomes emotionless, my demeanor becomes aggressive, the voice in the back of my mind comes out.

"You ready to lose punk? Ready to get beat up by the legendary twins?" Simon spits out violently.

"Sure." I replied with a small cold chuckle. I smirk at the end taking off my black leather jacket, throwing it to the side.

The chants increase as they both charge towards me, luckily my father taught me how to do a 2v1 otherwise this fight would of made me lose.

~

Exhausted as I give my last strength to punch Simon all the way to the seats that was near the entrance.

5, 4, 3, 2,... 1.

Silence, throughout the crowd, before a couple seconds lately a couple whispers were heard around the box.

"He knocked them out in under 10 minutes, impossible..."

"This has to be scripted."

"It isn't..."

"Who is he?"

"His name is Nicolas Grothmann, rumors say his father abused him physically and mentally for him to become like this."

Soon enough I walked out of the box collecting the money that people had believed I would lose, stupid bastards.

I never lose.

I soon begin to walk out of Ragion's Place to find that there is a Chinese takeaway down the road, the boy could have that.

Vasin Vikter Yaroslav POV

Who was that man. I need that man on my team, he could be such a great help...

"Find who that man is, I want all the information on him, everything." I slowly said to my 2 guards who were wearing casual wear to not stand out, both blue ripped jeans and a simple band top with a jacket. I wore some black jeans and a white shirt, I also had a black blazer with the symbol of my hotel that was infront of Ragion's Place, great for criminals who want to hide out.

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Everything, Lukas, don't make me wait, you know I'm an impatient person."

Lukas had nodded before rushing towards the hotel.

You might be wondering who I am. No? I'll tell you anyways.

I'm Vasin Vikter Yaroslav, I'm a Russian mafia boss who is respected by all, the criminals who want to join don't, unless they're unique, strong and powerful. I only do the asking, if they dare show any desperation towards wanting to join I'll murder them, like some say invitations only. Yaroslav mafia is a powerful mafia, it's been going on for generations, we know all the tricks in the book, from fake happiness to liars to anything. We all are trained to read body language and a few languages as Yaroslav mafia is around the world, Africa, Russia, Germany, England and Japan. I'm the overall leader, I make the strong moves but in every country/city I do have a man or female in charge. Those who dedicate their lives for Yaroslav are deemed trustworthy, they are the 'managers' you can say. Every 5 months I go to different countries to see if they are doing what they're suppose to, if not a bullet takes over their brain and it explodes them.

"Sir, his name is Nicolas Gothmann, from what people around here are saying, he's 19 years old." My other guard had said Angel, he was a type to listen in on conversations he isn't suppose to, but he's a good help for looking for spies.

Spies = Death

~

We soon decided to leave, my mind still on this Gothmann kid, I've heard that last name before... Maybe he's related to Xaver Gothmann? If he is, he's definitely going to be a guy who knows his way with fighting.

Xaver and I use to have a long distance relationship, until he fell in love with Lindsey, she didn't love him, I did. I was there for him when no one else was, yet he simply broke up with me to be with her, broke up with me to marry and have kids... Now he simply has a million euro dept over his head, by me. He knows it, I know it. Yet his deadline was yesterday... Tut tut tut.

How did I ever love that low life.

How ironic, usually the mafia leaders are the low lives and here I am saying a millionaire is a low life, huh.

Upon arriving inside my hotel, some of the workers whose shifts had ended bowed in respect before marching out of the door back home to either kids, lovers or loneliness.

"Sir, his profile was actually really easy to get, here is everything about him."

Upon reading the first page, which was just basically birthday's, parents, history of school and colleges, blah blah blah. But his fighting skills are surely something that interests me more than anything else. He's definitely a strong and hard guy, surely could have someone like him here.

"Sir, I recognize that name, he came in here booking room 304 for I think 3 nights." The lady at front desk said, she soon spun the monitor facing me to see that she deemed correct.

"Very well tomorrow I'll be speaking to him, if he comes for breakfast, alert me. If he doesn't I'll knock on his door." I replied to the guards and female, also known as Vixen, she's 18 years old. She is actually Lukas cousin. Which is how I employed her but if she fucks me over she's deader then Lukas on his day off.

Now I should just rest and plan my conversation with dear old Nicolas Gothmann...