General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

[Kasumi]

Spoiler: my boy

Lee Chapman
21
Hair & Eye color: Black hair, brown eyes
Art student, works part-time jobs
Image 1, Image 2, Image 3, Image 4
From: London, UK
Currently: USA

Lee blinked behind a blindfold, confusion, and pain filling him. Where the hell was he? Why couldn't he see anything? The last thing he remembered was taking a walk outside his dorm building. Perhaps it wasn't a great idea to take a walk so late at night. Suddenly, he was forced to his knees and the blindfold was harshly removed, revealing an intimidating figure standing before him. He stared up at the male, a shiver running down his spine. "W-What... What's going on?" He stuttered, completely clueless to the situation.

Unbeknownst to Lee, his older brother, Alex, had involved himself in some illegal things. It wasn't intentional, after moving from London to the States, he was lonely. He had created a little group, simply for those feeling just like him: alone and misunderstood. They called themselves 'The Royal Demons', a silly little thing. Some unsavory people joined and before he knew it, his little group was unrecognizable. He had attempted to distance himself, yet they always drew him back in. Before he knew it, he owed money to a certain group, the actual mafia. Before he could manage to pay them off, he was murdered.

Lee had no idea. He knew nothing of this group, nor about his brother's murder. Lee had distanced himself due to his mistreatment by their father at home. He had cut contact, resulting in him missing the unfortunate news. So, there he knelt, clueless and scared.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Spoiler: Dimitri Alexeyev

Name: Dimitri Alexeyev
Age: 29
Sex/Gender: Male He/Him
Occupation: Russian Mafia Leader
Appearance: Dimitri has striking black hair, shaved meticulously on the sides and back, with about three inches left on top. The top is either swept neatly or given a casual tousle, perfectly complementing the sharp fade that disappears into nothing at the sides of his head and the nape of his neck. His piercing blue eyes are his most captivating feature, their intensity almost unsettling against his fair, porcelain-like skin. At 5'10", his lean frame carries an effortless elegance, amplified by his impeccable fashion sense. Always seen in tailored suits or the finest high-end attire, Dimitri projects an image of sophistication and command.

The room was fine, decorated simply and practically. Curtains over the windows, a small table with a vase holding a few roses. Two chairs, a fireplace with a large roaring fire, even in the middle of summer, Lee was kneeling the center of it, on an old Persian rug.

Dimitri sat in shadows, sipping a glass of whiskey as he watches his number two, Serkei, stand before Lee. He taps his fingers on his knee, leaving forward every so slightly to get a better look at the boy. He tilts his head slightly, watching.

Serkei stands over Lee, an imposing six feet, as he looks down at the other. "Lee Chapman, age twenty-one, current art student." He looks tired as he glances toward Dimitri, still seated in the shadows.

"You owe us money."

The words were soft, almost in audible at Dimitri stood, stepping forward from his seat. Pricing, ice chipped blue eyes, neatly groomed black hair. A suit fitting perfectly to his lean form, a gun clear in his hip.

"A lot of money." He adds, stepping up and leaning down. Gently, he grasps Lee's chin, tilting the boy's face up towards the light. "I don't think he could kill someone, even if they killed his mother."

Serkei snorts softly, and looks at Dimitri, "Right, he's not you, Dimitri."

Dimitri scowls at Serkei and sighs, letting go of Lee's chin as he straightens. "You'll be working for me to pay off your debt." He looks over to Serkei.

"Make sure there's a room ready for him. As well as the staff uniform."

Serkei nods, and turns, motioning to one of the men, who promptly leaves the room. Dimitri was still watching Lee, quiet.

 

[Kasumi]

The room's warmth was overpowering, making the already nervous Lee sweat. Was the damned fireplace even necessary? It was summer! There was a slight tilt of his head as the male listed his details, the words finally registering. That alarming statement was made before he could question him, shocking Lee. His eyes landed on the one hidden in the dark corner of the room, the figure emerging. His mind reeled, completely clueless to the situation. "Wh- Huh?!" He leaned back on his heels as the other approached, grasping his chin, and forcing brown eyes to look into blues.

Mother? He had no idea what they were talking about. His own mother passed so long ago, from an illness she hid from her family, forcing the move from their home in London to the States. Dimitri? His brows narrowed in confusion and focus, taking in as many details as he could. Taking note of the gun on his hip, he swallowed hard, thankful he held back from slapping the hand that held his chin a moment ago. Another man left and he returned his gaze to the one called Dimitri. "What debt? What the hell are you talking about?" He questioned as he carefully stood to his feet.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Dimitri narrows his eyes as Lee stood, reaching out and grasping his shoulder, pushing the boy back down. "You kneel before me unless I tell you otherwise." He stares down at Lee.

Serkei watches, quiet and tense, in case Lee decided to retry anything, he would be ready. Dimitri sighs and leans forward, staring down Lee. "You owe me over five hundred thousand. And you are going to work to pay it off." He turns, striding back to his seat and sinking down into it. After a long moment, the man who left returns and sets down nearly folded clothes.

"You are to wear that. Change. Now."

 

[Kasumi]

Lee let out a grunt as he was pushed back down onto his knees. He glared up at him, cautious of the two men. He already tried standing once, something in the back of his mind screaming at him to not try it again. He was shocked hearing the amount. "Like hell I do! I don't even know you people! Where the hell is this all coming from?" He questioned, reminding himself to stay down despite how much he wanted to stand. He felt the lack of control, the sheer intimidation the others gave off. The gun certainly didn't help things.

The man returned and he was ordered to change, Lee hesitant. "What if I refuse?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he quickly got a clear image of what would happen. The Chapman family would have two dead sons. Well, his father would be thrilled to know the right one was dead. He would be absolutely devastated learning of Alex's passing.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Dimitri sighs, slumping in his seat. He drops his forehead into his hand, quiet. Serkei clears his throat, "Your brother, Alex Chapman, narrowed money from us to pay for things in his gang. He was supposed to pay us back, but died. Murdered by one of his many enemies." Serkei watches Lee, and then glances at Dimitri.

Dimitri sighs and pulls his gun out, setting it on the table, "Either you change, or Serkei here will force you." Dimitri murmurs.

 

[Kasumi]

Hearing his brother's name surprised Lee, how did these people know about them? What shocked him was hearing he was in a gang and dead. He didn't want to believe them, he hadn't heard a thing about this! "Gang? What enemies?" He asked first, his mind beginning to race. He knew nothing of his brother's activities. He hadn't heard from him in months. They weren't close, yet did text once in a while. Recalling his phone, he checked his pockets, wanting to see when they last spoke. Alas, his phone was nowhere to be found, and neither was his wallet. Did these people take his things?

He didn't like the sight of the gun sitting on the table. He wanted to know more, but force could be taken in many ways. As their words registered, Lee was beginning to piece some things together, still quite lost. When the hell did his brother join a gang? To get involved with such terrible people, getting himself killed... He didn't want to believe them. His thoughts wandered as he stood to get changed, putting the uniform on. "Why am I getting involved in his shit? I had no idea he was in a gang." Why was this suddenly on him? A broke college student!

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Dimitri watches for a moment before looking away, finishing his glass of whiskey. "Your brother started a small gang here in the States. As comes with any criminal activity l, he wanted money. But he needed money, and he took a loan from us. When he died, that debt passed to you." He taps his chin, finally looking back at Lee.

"See, here, we are very particular about deals, and making sure they're met. And, well, with your brother's murder, and you the next blood. . . Well." Dimitri smirks, "Lets say it's our pleasure to have you here."

 

[Kasumi]

Lee slipped his clothing off, leaving his boxers on, as he pulled the shirt and pants on. The fact that it fit left him feeling uneasy. He was pretty thin so it wouldn't have been too difficult figuring out his size, but still. Even as it was explained to him, the other allowing him that, he still was doubtful. He couldn't believe his brother would actually do such a thing. Then again, when they lived together he did seem pretty secretive. As the realization fell into place, he couldn't argue what they told him.

Just that the debt was passed onto him. That, he felt, he could fight. "I have no money..." He glanced down, taking note of the uniform he wore. "What are you going to have me do?" They had mentioned working, Lee's mind already filling with the terrible things they could have him do. He shivered at the welcome, feeling anything but.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Dimitri sighs, standing. "You'll help run my household. You'll cook, clean, serve me and guests." He taps his nails along the glass.

"I'm not heartless, unless you want to go doing the dirty illegal work, I won't make you."

Serkei glances at Dimitri, smiling slightly.

Dimitri nods slightly. "You will gave food, and a home. And plenty of work to do."

 

[Kasumi]

Oh... That sounded pretty harmless. Then again, he was dealing with what had to be the mafia. There had to be a catch. At the mention of doing illegal things, he waved his hands defensively. "Hell no! F-Fine, I'll do... whatever you want." He sighed, already regretting his words. He couldn't find a way out, not with the gun sitting right there, not when these men could grab him and hurt him. Or worse. "Where do I start?"

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Dimitri stands again, wincing with a twinge of pain before walking to the door. "Serkei will show you to your rooms, and then you will meet Anya, my housekeeper. You will be given your chore tasks and schedules."

Serkei grumbles and looks down at Lee, "Come on."

 

[Kasumi]

Lee's eyes fell on who he assumed was the leader, Dimitri when he winced in pain. He wondered what that was about, the thought fleeting as he listened to the other explain things so far. He gave a short nod, reluctantly following the one named Serkei.

"How the hell did you people find me," he grumbled, following the other closely.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei glances over at him, "We have our ways, Mr. Chapman." He leads Lee through the penthouse apartment and to a spare room. "We will have the video call for you to speak with Anya ready soon. Get aquatinted with this space for now."

The room was large, sparkly decorated, but still fancy all the same. There was a queen sized bed on one wall, with a door leading into a walking closet, a small one, but walk in all the same. The flor to ceiling windows to the left covered the whole wall, offering Lee a stunning view over the city. A desk sat nestled against the wall near the bed, plenty of light from the windows across it. A laptop sa stop the desk

A small bag with all of Lee's missing items was sitting on the bed. Well, mostly. There was a new phone in the bag, clean if any apps or contacts. But his wallet was intact, and any other things he may have been carrying.

"Bathroom is through that door." Serkei motions to the door opposite the closet.

 

[Kasumi]

Well, that was unsettling. As they walked through the halls, Lee realized he was in some apartment. "Video call?" That was strange. "She's not here?" That was the only explanation he could come up with. Entering the room, he was amazed, the view telling him they were quite high up. A penthouse? Typical. The view, however, was incredible he had to admit. The room was bigger than his dorm and bedroom at home combined. "Damn..." He whispered, wandering around the room. Having never had a walk-in closet, he thought it was huge. The bathroom was pointed out and he checked it, finding it equally huge. For a servant, he would be living like a king.

The laptop he assumed would be used for contacting Anya. "You guys kidnapped me... and are giving me a laptop to use?" No, no, it had to be locked. He probably couldn't access anything on it, just what they allowed him to. On the bed sat a bag which he finally checked out, gasping as he spotted his phone. Pulling it out, he realized it actually wasn't. Yet, his wallet was there. "Where's my phone?" He questioned.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei watches him move about the room, quiet. "You may be a servant, but Dimitri isn't a cruel man. You'll have access to your course work in the laptop. No social media or online games. Everything you submit to your teachers will be screened and checked." He crosses his arms over his chest.

"The new phone is a precaution. You can't have any contact with your past life."

He shrugs, "Also, your phone got broken in the struggle."

 

[Kasumi]

Huh, really? He had to wonder how that would work, the online stuff he could understand. But physically handing in art pieces... He was sure they had something figured out. He couldn't be completely mad. "Hm." He hummed in response, thinking. Damn. He couldn't even send a message to them without it being checked. He frowned hearing his phone was broken. He wanted to doubt that, the other probably saying that to cover up the fact that they destroyed it. Even if he tried to add his friend's contacts, they would most likely see.

"What's stopping me from calling the cops?" He turned the screen on, pulling a call open, ready to dial. He glanced up from the screen, looking at the other carefully.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei stares him down, "Nothing. But the moment you do, we'll know." He leans forward, whispering in his ear.

"And you'll have a bullet in your head, along with every single officer that comes to your rescue."

He straightens. "Dimitri is kind to a point, but he will not let some bitch endanger his family. You have one chance." He turns and walks over to the laptop, opening it and turning it on.

"All you have to do is keep the penthouse clean, finish your studies and keep your mouth shut." He looks over at Lee, "Do you really want to tell me you want to go back to living in that shitty college dorm with your sellout friends?"

 

[Kasumi]

Lee was cautious, knowing very well he was lying. He kept still as he stepped closer, whispering in his ear, a shiver running down his spine. Shit. "Doesn't he want his money?" He pointed out then. If he was dead, he'd lose out, however this whole thing worked. "I don't think he'd be willing to lose out if I'm dead." Still, as the other said, he would be endangering their 'family.' Nothing mattered then. Lee felt the same with his own adopted family, narrowing his eyes as his friends were attacked.

"Hey, watch it," he warned, very protective of them, even if it meant defending them against the mafia. He instantly regretted it but held firm in his protection. "Leave them out of this." They didn't do anything!

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei raises an eyebrow, "You have a father, no? We can always use him if something happens to you. And then we can go on to your brothers." He turns away.

"We will get our money one way or another. So, go ahead, call the cops. You'll be six feet under."

He yawns, "But you'll be giving up an easy life." He shrugs.

"For now life at all."

 

[Kasumi]

Lee snorted thinking of his father in this situation. He would much prefer it, to get the bastard killed. However, that ended the Chapman family. It was just him and his father left. Outside of his family, he had his friends whom he considered close like family - his 'adopted' family. They were all he needed. He frowned thinking of these creeps going after them. He hit backspace on the keypad before gently tossing it to the side onto the bed. "Easy life, huh."

He really felt trapped. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he appreciated the softness, Lee running his hand over the top where he sat. He didn't have much on him when he was grabbed last night, so the bag was empty. He picked it up and set it on the floor beside the bed, where he would leave it in the closet later.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei sighs, turning to face Lee, "Look. All you have to do is work hard. He's letting you finish your schooling and he's not locking you away." Her logs into Skype, and sets up the video call.

"Don't complain, it can get much worse for you if you piss Dimitri off." He looks over at Lee. "You'll be much better off here than where you were before."

 

[Kasumi]

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." He could agree in theory the idea was wonderful. It sucked not being able to see his close friends, nor the ones he made in school. His part-time job wasn't going to be thrilled with him up and disappearing. He couldn't even contact them and let them know... what? What the hell could he tell them? It was strange, leaving behind one's entire life. All of his belongings, just sitting there in his dorm. He supposed he could be happy for one thing, most likely never seeing his abusive father again. He had no idea if anyone in that dimly lit room saw the scarring on his body while he changed.

"Got it." He said, heeding his warning. "So... Anya, was it?" He asked as he got up to move closer, the familiar sight of the old chatting service up on the screen. "Really, Skype?" He had to, finding it funny. He didn't know anyone who used that anymore.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei shrugs, "It works." He yawns again, pressing his hand to his face for a moment.

"Yes, Anya is the head housekeeper. She lives at home." He glances at Lee. "She will brief you on the expectations and tasks for making sure the penthouse stays spotless."

He steps towards the door, glancing at Lee. "I know the situation is not ideal for you, but please understand that it is the best we can do for you. Until we get to Russia, you will have to remain here in the penthouse."

 

[Kasumi]

He held back a laugh, shaking his head. Well, that lifted his mood a bit. He nodded, feeling a bit nervous about such a big task. Spotless? Oh, jeez... After all of the clear threats, he was afraid to fail. The other got up and Lee took his place at the desk, figuring he would be chatting with Anya pretty soon. He was quiet as the male spoke before he would leave the room. "Right, right..." Wait, Russia? That... didn't include him, did it?

He wanted to ask, yet he heard a voice through the computer, Lee turning his attention to it. "H-Hello?" He spoke up.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei stood beside the door, quiet and watching.

A muddle aged woman with pale hair, blue eyes, and kind features appeared on screen and spoke in Russian, something that had Serkei huffing a laugh.

After a moment of conversation between the two in Russian, Anya focused on Lee, and spake again, Serkei translating the whole time.

Lee was expected to be prompt in all his chores, diligent, attention to detail. He was to be quiet and mostly unseen, as well as geed any summons given to him.

The chore list was simple, and very flexible, each day of the week he was expected to deep clean one room of the penthouse, meaning vacuuming, sanitizing, cleaning air filter (Dimitri had horrible allergies), moving all items of decor and furniture to clean and the spaces around them.

Everyday he was to cook breakfast and lunch though there was a personal chef for dinner. He would maintain anything, such as cleaning small messes or organizing.

He was to never, under any circumstances, enter Dimitri's room or office, though he could go anywhere else in the penthouse.

Lights out was strictly midnight every day, and wake up was always going to be right in the morning.

 

[Kasumi]

The woman appeared on the screen, speaking in Russian, leaving Lee feeling lost. He had no idea if she knew any English, unsure if even interrupting her would be a good idea. He glanced back toward Serkei, hoping for a little help. Not to be disrespectful he quickly turned back around fully to face the screen. The two started talking in their native language, Lee sitting there quietly before attention was brought back onto him. As Serkei translated, Lee nodded.

Deep clean just a room a day. Not too bad. He just had to be really careful as their boss had allergies. Hmm...

Damn, even cooking? He had been cooking for himself since a young age, ever since his father decided to stop caring for him after losing his mother. He wasn't sure how well he could cook for... how many people? What did these people even like? He supposed that information would be given to him as well. He wondered if he could look for recipes on the laptop or phone.

Two rooms off limits, both belonging to their boss. He had to wonder what was inside, though for now, he agreed. He had to behave, or at least make them think he was. "Got it. I'll do my best," he told them. "Where do I start?" Gosh, already. He supposed he would clean during the day and do any school work in the evening. Ah, how would he even attend lessons?

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei hums, "You will make your own schedule, as long as you meet the requirements." He glances at Anya, chatting with her for a moment before the woman bids farewell and hangs up.

Serkei looks at Lee, "Just make sure you're through. Dimitri hates any amount of dust and if you have any questions or need anything, don't hesitate to ask.

"You can use the laptop for anything, you won't have access to any forums, social media, or chat rooms. Only your classwork and other things."

 

[Kasumi]

Making his own schedule was even better. He looked back at the screen when the woman spoke up again before signing off. With that, he closed out of the call and went to open the browser, nodding as he listened to the other speak. Everything seemed fine so far until he saw the block message from a site. Damn, they really made it so he couldn't access any sort of form of online communication. He went to another site, one for recipes, and it opened just fine. Hm, he would have to play with it more later.

"Mm, well. ...Thank you." It felt weird thanking him, but he was showing respect. "Where is the cleaning stuff kept?" He figured he would start there. Find a room and just... clean.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Serkei motions for Lee to follow him, "Here is were everything is kept." He glances at the other, opening a small door in the kitchen.

The kitchen was sleek and modern. A coffee machine sat on the counter, looking very heavily used. There were a few appliances, a knife block sat near the stove and there were plenty of cabinets where on could assume dishes were kept.

"Feel free too-"

"Giving him a tour?" Dimitri's voice cut through the quiet atmosphere, as he strides into the kitchen, bee-lining to the coffee maker and turning it on.

Serkei glares at the other, "Yes."

Dimitri grins at Serkei.

The two seemed closer than boss and worker. Not to mention the men who had dragged Lee here were all gone, leaving only the two men. Were they lovers? Friends? Family?