*So I imagine Zeke as Matthew Noszka :) I came across him while looking for a cast and I think he suits the character. Above is a photo of him.

Zeke was following a man named Derek down the corridor. Althea had asked him to show Zeke to the room he would be staying.

Now that Zeke wasn't worrying about his life, he could pay more attention to his surroundings. The house was like a mansion. Scratch that, it was like a fortress.

As Derek and Zeke made their way through the house, Zeke saw valuable art work on the walls, every single one more beautiful than the other. The floors were hardwood and they shined without a dust speck on them.

Everything in the house screamed power and strength. Nothing less would be acceptable from the West Coast Mafia. Zeke had a modest house himself so seeing all this wealth... it was new for him. He knew his jaw was hanging open at every new thing that caught his eye.

Finally, they ascended a set of stairs and Derek led them to the third and the top floor. There were less doors on this floor. And less people walked in the corridors. It was almost like this floor was restricted to certain people.

Derek walked to a door and opened it wide for Zeke to step in. Zeke had no words to describe the room. It's interior was designed immaculately but still had a comfortable feeling to it. It was much larger than the room he had woken up in.

It was like a suite. There was a connected bathroom, a walk in closet and a sitting area with couches. On the other side there was a desk and a chair and on the far side there was a queen sized bed. The whole room was a mixture of navy, white and brown colours. Whoever had designed the room was definitely good at their job.

Zeke stepped further into the room as he rotated around himself to take every aspect in.

Derek spoke up from the threshold and snapped Zeke out from his trance.

"Boss had a feeling that you would be choosing to stay so she ordered for clothing to be brought in." He said.

Zeke walked towards the giant walk in closet and sure enough, it was filled with expensive, top of the line clothing to the brim. He opened his mouth but then closed it again. Nothing was coming out of his mouth.

First offering him protection, then giving him a room that was more like a suite and now this... Zeke didn't know what to feel. Why would Al be this kind to Zeke? He wasn't anyone special. Had he won lottery without his knowledge?

Not that he could remember. Nothing in his life had been this good. His mother who had passed away when he was only 7 years old from a heart attack, his drunken father and the nightmares that came with him... everything that Zeke tried to suppress 24/7 came back up in a rush and it was hard for him to breath for a second.

Why would Al care? Why would the formidable mafia boss give him all of this?

And more importantly, was it something she expected nothing in return? Not that Zeke had anything he could give to Althea but still, if she expected something in return he needed to know the cost before he even considered accepting any of this.

Zeke couldn't shake the doubt that this was too good to be true. His skepticism and ever present negativity had something to do with this train of thought, sure, but it was a reasonable doubt.

Zeke looked at the fabrics in the drawers and the racks and saw that every article of clothing was in his size. How did Al even know his size?

With all the blood draining from his face, an idea he was not comfortable with settled in. Was Al the one who undressed him while Zeke was unconscious? He was embarrassed at the idea of the beautiful Althea gazing upon his body while he was unaware.

But before he could entertain the idea for long, he swatted it away from his thoughts. No. The West Coast Mafia Boss would surely not undress him. Someone else would, and let Al know of his size so she would provide him clothes.

Yes that made more sense. And it also helped gather his dignity. But still his fantasies were fuelled by the ridiculous motion.

With a sigh, Zeke came out of the walk in closet. Derek was still standing by the door.

"The Boss assigned me to attend to your every need so feel free to call whenever you need anything. I will leave you so you can settle in, have a shower and change. I'll be back to show you around." Derek said.

Zeke nodded his thanks and was about to turn around but Derek spoke up again, "Just an advice... this floor is reserved for Boss. No one else stays here, but she has told to place you in the room next to hers. If I were you, I wouldn't go wandering around."

And with that, Derek exited Zeke's room and closed the door behind him.

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And just because one picture wasn't enough, here are more photos of Zeke...

Well... I think he is too hot to put into words. And he does have a 'pretty face' 😂

Again, I don't usually put cast into my stories but this seemed right. You are free to imagine whoever you like in the shoes of my characters.

Thanks for reading lovelies 💙