Taming the Tiger: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Inside a tattoo parlor nestled in the heart of Geneva, Switzerland, a tall, broad-shouldered man with golden hair, dressed head to toe in black, strode into the shop. He exchanged familiar nods with the shop staff,

"Where’s the fox?" the man asked, his deep voice cutting through the low hum of the shop. The staff member immediately knew who he was referring to.

"Inside, sir. Working on a client in Room 1," the employee replied. The golden-haired man nodded and strode directly toward the inner tattoo rooms. As he pushed open the door to private Room 1, violin music drifted through the air, mingling with the buzz of the tattoo equipment. The sight that greeted him was of a tall, lean artist in a white t-shirt and casually ripped jeans, his own arms and neck adorned with tattoos, his features distinctly Asian. The artist glanced up briefly, a slight smirk playing at his lips as he recognized his visitor.

"Hey Bill," came the deep greeting, his hands continuing their work as they traced the curves of a female client's bosom. Bill, or Billy, walked straight to the sound system to turn it off so they could talk without having to raise their voices. Strictly speaking, he shouldn't have entered a private room with a client present, but their close friendship meant the tall, lean tattoo artist wouldn't scold him for the intrusion.

"You're really ruining my artistic flow here," the young man said with a laugh in his throat, a glaring sign he was in a good mood. The female client didn't seem embarrassed about having another man enter the private room while her chest was exposed.

"Since when do you care about artistic flow, Kit?" Billy asked in return, making Kit smile slightly, though his hands continued their caressing motion.

"What brings you all the way here to see me?" Kit asked, his eyes never leaving his work.

"Tommy Wells needs looking after," Billy replied tersely. But instead of Kit showing surprise, it was the female client lying on the tattoo bed whose eyes went wide.

"Wait - you mean Tommy Wells, the American superstar?" she interjected eagerly, unable to contain her excitement.

"Yes," Billy answered simply.

"Wow, is this for his upcoming concert in Italy? I've already got my tickets!" the woman exclaimed again. Kit remained impassive, barely familiar with the singer in question, while Billy simply nodded in confirmation.

"Just give me a moment, Ann," Kit decided to pause his work to finish his conversation with Billy. He led the way out of the tattoo room and into his small private office in the back.

"Give me the details," Kit said once inside, lighting up a cigarette.

"Nothing much, it's the same kind of job as usual. Tommy's team needs a skilled bodyguard who's agile to protect Tommy throughout his concert stay in Rome," Billy replied.

"You have plenty of skilled people, Bill," Kit responded with a slight smirk that made his face look both bad and dangerous, yet seductive at the same time.

"True, I have many skilled people, and you're one of them. Besides, they specifically requested you - apparently their manager recommended you," Billy replied. Though in truth, even without the recommendation, Billy would have wanted Kit to take this job.

"Ah," Kit grunted in acknowledgment, remembering how he had previously protected Kate, an actress, from a stalking fan, which had earned him both praise and substantial compensation.

"I've told you before that I only do this as a hobby, but you keep finding work for me," Kit said with amusement. Billy was the owner of a prestigious company that trained bodyguards and provided security for various VIPs. Kit, on the other hand, was just a regular tattoo artist who took bodyguard jobs as a hobby to fight boredom. His skills had earned Billy's recognition, which was why Billy kept offering him jobs.

"Come on, take this job. Consider it a favor to me," Billy said.

"Come on, take this job. Consider it a favor to me," Billy said.

"Fine. Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?" Kit asked in return. The other shook his head.

"Then let's go for drinks tonight. We can discuss the job details then," Kit said before putting out his cigarette. Billy agreed, and Kit immediately went back to continue the tattoo for his client.

***

“Shhhh… Ah… Ah!” A woman’s shuddering whimpers spilled into the air as the hulking man—his back tattooed with a snarling tiger—pounded into her with a frantic, relentless rhythm, reaching the climax of their shared ecstasy. Her body tensed and shuddered while the man collapsed with a ragged exhale. Once spent, he peeled himself off her sweat-slicked body, stood beside the bed, and carelessly tossed the used condom into a trash bin.

The woman gazed at his strong, well-built form with a hint of disappointment, having expected him to hold her for a little while longer after their intense battle of passion—one that had lasted for three rounds.

The man, draped in a hotel bathrobe, strode to the round table in the opulent suite and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He sipped it slowly, his gaze never drifting toward the woman lying naked on the rumpled bed sheets.

“Go collect your check from Nathan later,” he said, his voice now a flat, disinterested monotone—a stark contrast to the husky growl that had clawed its way down her spine hours earlier. She didn’t blame the others for crawling back to him, no matter how coldly he dismissed them afterward.

"I can stay with you until morning, Mr. Roman," the woman said in a sweet voice.

"This is enough," Roman replied flatly before walking out of the bedroom without sparing her another glance.

As he opened the door, he was met by two of his bodyguards standing outside.

"Nathan's here, right?" Roman asked.

"He's in the lounge," the burly bodyguard responded.

Roman then made his way to the lounge within the luxurious hotel suite in America. The hotel belonged to a close friend of his, so he had little concern about security or gossip. After all, the woman in the bedroom was a famous American actress—one who had been invited to share a bed with Roman, a nearly 40-year-old Russian-Italian mafia boss.

With businesses spanning both the underworld and legitimate ventures, Roman was one of the top five most notorious mafiosi in the world. Many desired to possess him, but no one had ever tamed this ruthless tiger. For some—whether man or woman—just one night in bed with him was enough.

"Write her a check, Nathan," Roman instructed his young secretary, who was seated in the lounge, busy with work.

"Yes, sir," Nathan responded immediately.

"Norris, have someone escort that woman out," Roman ordered his trusted bodyguard.

"Yes, sir," Norris replied stoically.

"Would you like to discuss business now, boss?" Nathan asked, as he had matters to report to Roman.

"Let me shower first, and don't forget to get Travis here," Roman said before walking to his private bedroom. The room he had used with the woman was a smaller bedroom specifically separated for intimate encounters when he stayed at this hotel. Roman went to clean himself in the shower. Although he had just spent energy in bed with the woman, it hadn't tired him enough to need rest. He still had many responsibilities and matters to handle. After showering and changing into fresh clothes, Roman returned to the living room, where Travis was already waiting.

"The woman has been taken care of, right?" Roman asked Norris, who stood behind him, without turning to look.

"It's done, sir," Norris replied. Roman sat down on the sofa and looked at his two secretaries, both of whom he had raised since they were children. They were people who would do anything for him, no matter what he ordered. He had divided their secretary duties into different types of work - Nathan handled legitimate business affairs, while Travis dealt with underground operations.

"Go ahead," Roman said flatly, his sharp, stern eyes looking at both secretaries. Nathan went first, reporting various matters under his responsibility to Roman, followed by Travis.

"Mr. Ivan has sent word requesting to meet with you in Italy next Sunday, boss," Travis mentioned after finishing his report on more serious matters.

"Did he say what the meeting was about?" Roman asked.

"It's regarding General Infang, sir," Travis replied, making Roman laugh under his breath. His close associates knew well that this kind of laugh was more of a sneer than one of amusement.

"That old man is causing trouble again," Roman said dismissively, thinking about the General from a small communist country who acted as if he ruled a superpower.

"I heard he wants to negotiate prices, sir," Travis reported based on his intelligence.

"Can't Ivan handle this himself? Why does he need to drag me into it?" Roman asked.

"I believe if Mr. Ivan wanted to handle it alone, he could," Travis replied thoughtfully. "But I think he wants your approval, Boss."

"Hmm. Get in touch with Ivan and tell him I’ll meet him in Italy. I might as well visit those old men while I’m there," Roman said in a steady tone.

Travis immediately acknowledged the order, and Roman continued discussing his schedule for the next day with his two secretaries.

***

"Yo, tired from the flight?" Rogan, one of Billy's men, greeted as Kit walked up after getting off the plane. Rogan wasn’t just Billy’s subordinate—he was also Kit’s friend.

"It was only an hour or so. Nothing to be tired about. But damn, I’m starving," Kit replied before giving his friend a brief hug.

"Come on, I’ll take you to get something good to eat," Rogan said, leading Kit toward the car.

"The pups at the training camp are all hyped up knowing you’re here," Rogan added with a grin.

Kit let out a low chuckle.

“Let me guess—they want me to do a tattoo for them, don’t they?” Kit replied knowingly. Whenever he took a job from Billy that brought him to Italy, Billy's subordinates would always ask him to for a tattoo. Kit's skills were second to none—he had quite a reputation, though he only took jobs when he felt like it.

"Hell yeah," Rogan laughed.

"You've already studied Tommy's case, right?" Rogan asked with a sly smile.

"A little," Kit replied casually.

"Man, don’t let me find out you ended up in bed with him," Rogan teased. "The guys are already jealous of you. You always get to score with big-name clients."

He wasn't wrong. Sometimes, when Kit worked as a personal bodyguard for high-profile clients, they would invite him to bed. Kit never refused—he enjoyed both women and men, and he had always been the dominant one. As for Tommy, the client he had to protect this time, Kit had heard that the guy was a submissive bottom. Rumors had it that Tommy had slept with plenty of men before. Naturally, Kit’s friends assumed that Tommy would try to seduce him as well.

"If he offers, I just respond. What’s wrong with that? It’s not like I’m forcing anyone," Kit replied indifferently.

"Heh, Mr. Irresistible. Just be careful—your charm might get you into trouble one day," Rogan teased, chuckling.

"Hah, not a chance," Kit replied confidently.

With that, Rogan took Kit out for a meal before bringing him to his usual room at the bodyguard training facility—his regular place to stay whenever he came to Italy.

***

"Hello, we're the security team who will be looking after you during your stay here. These three will be the team leaders at each point. If you need anything special, you can let any of them know," Billy introduced the team to Tommy in the airport's VIP room. They needed to discuss the route before heading to the car, as there were many fans waiting to meet Tommy - which he was eager to do.

"What are their names?" Tommy asked, his eyes fixed on Kit. Billy and the others immediately knew what this meant - Tommy had already fallen for Kit's charms.

"This is Rogan, Ron, and Kit," Billy introduced the three.

"Pleasure to meet you," Tommy said with a sweet smile directed at Kit. Kit returned a slight smirk, making Tommy's eyes sparkle with interest.

"Hmm, when we head out, could Kit be my main escort?" Tommy asked. One person always needed to stay close to him anyway, and he'd chosen Kit.

"Of course," Kit replied, prompting another sweet smile from Tommy before they prepared to leave.

"See? Told you Tommy would fall for your charms. Am I wrong?" Rogan whispered to Kit with a grin. Kit chuckled softly. When it was time to escort Tommy to the car, Kit took his position right next to him, while the other bodyguards flanked Tommy and his manager as they headed outside.

"TOMMYYYY!" Screams erupted throughout the airport as fans called out his name. A huge crowd had gathered to welcome Tommy, who waved and smiled at everyone. Kit kept his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings while loosely wrapping an arm around Tommy as planned. Tommy purposely nestled closer to Kit.

As they walked, Kit caught sight of a man rushing towards Tommy from his peripheral vision. He quickly blocked the man with his arm while other bodyguards formed another barrier. Tommy flinched slightly - he was quite used to these situations.

"Thank you, Kit," Tommy said. Kit gave him a slight smile. They finally got Tommy into the car to head to the hotel, with Kit sitting close to him since they'd have to deal with more fans waiting there. Tommy chatted with Kit throughout the ride.

"Hmm, so you're a tattoo artist? No wonder you have so many tattoos yourself," Tommy remarked when Kit mentioned that bodyguard work was just his side job - his main profession was tattooing.

"If you're interested in getting a tattoo, just let me know," Kit replied. His bodyguard work sometimes brought him high-profile, wealthy clients for his tattoo shop.

"Hmm... then how about giving me a 'tattoo' tonight?" Tommy asked, running his finger across Kit's chest.

"Tommy, you have rehearsal tomorrow," his manager warned. Tommy had to practice on the actual stage tomorrow evening before the concert, and the manager knew exactly what kind of 'tattoo' Tommy was talking about. 

"I can handle it," Tommy insisted. Kit understood perfectly well what Tommy was implying.

"So what do you say, Kit? Interested in giving me a 'tattoo'?" Tommy asked again.

"Sure, but I should warn you - I have a heavy hand. If you can take it, I'm game," Kit replied with sparkling eyes.

"Oh, I can definitely take it," Tommy responded immediately, before they arranged when to meet.

***

"Ah... you're so fucking good.. Ssshh... Kit... you're amazing... Uhh... I can't take it anymore... Ah!"

Tommy's moans filled the room as Kit pounded into him relentlessly until Tommy finally reached his climax, completely satisfied. After two hours of intense fucking, Kit himself was breathing heavily. He slowly pulled out of Tommy's body and collapsed beside him, removing the condom and tossing it into the trash can that had been prepared beforehand.

Tommy, still completely naked, turned over and wrapped his arms around Kit.

"You really filled me up, Kit," Tommy murmured in admiration.

"My pleasure," Kit replied. He sat up against the headboard, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it up.

"I have to say, if I were ranking people who've satisfied me the most, you'd be in my top three," Tommy said frankly, being open about his encounters.

"I'm honored to make the top three," Kit chuckled softly before glancing at the wall clock.

"I should go now. I have a meeting in the morning," Kit said, referring to his security planning session with Billy.

"Thanks for accepting my invitation," Tommy replied. After finishing his cigarette, Kit got dressed, leaned down for one last kiss, and left Tommy's room feeling at ease.

***

"Thanks for helping me out," said Ivan, the young Russian mafia boss, after his close friend Roman came to help resolve his problem. Both were major mafia figures with similar black market operations, just handling different territories in different countries.

"You could've handled this yourself, Ivan. You just wanted to have some fun putting pressure on that general," Roman replied. The two were now in Ivan's luxurious penthouse.

"Maybe," Ivan chuckled softly.

"How's business in Thailand?" Roman asked casually about work.

"Going well. My people are handling things smoothly. There's some interference here and there, but nothing we can't manage," Ivan replied. Roman took a small sip of his wine.

"By the way, where's your brother?" Roman asked about Danil. At the question, Ivan's expression became slightly rigid.

"I've confined him to the main house," Ivan replied.

"Heh, got himself in trouble again?" Roman asked, well aware of Danil's mischievous nature.

"Never mind about that. Are you planning to visit your grandparents?" Ivan changed the subject.

"Planning to go tomorrow," Roman replied in his usual flat tone when thinking about his father's family estate.

"Should I have an ambulance ready outside your grandfather's mansion?" Ivan asked with a chuckle. Whenever Roman visited his grandfather, someone in the family would either get their blood pressure up, or might even end up bleeding if they crossed Roman's line too much.

"Heh, if anyone's going to die, let them die right there in that mansion," Roman replied indifferently.

"Oh right, do you know that American singer named Tommy?" Ivan asked with a smirk.

"No, why?" Roman replied.

"Well, if you need to blow off some steam after visiting your grandfather's tomorrow, I can have someone arrange it. Tommy's having a concert here," Ivan explained.

"You sure he can handle my mood?" Roman asked. His friends knew well that when he was irritated or angry, he became much more aggressive in bed than usual.

"Of course. He could even handle Akira," Ivan mentioned their friend in Japan. Roman knew well that Akira was a sadist who loved violence, especially in bed.

"I'll let you know later," Roman replied. If he really needed to vent his frustration, he might actually take up Tommy's services. Then Ivan moved their conversation back to business matters.

***

The next day...

Roman headed to the Accardo family mansion, an ancient mafia dynasty. His father was originally meant to inherit power from Roman's grandfather, but he chose to build his own empire with Roman's mother instead, tired of dealing with his brother and relatives. He barely ever set foot in Italy anymore, only sending his son Roman to visit the grandparents in his place.

When the convoy of five luxurious black Maseratis arrived at the first security gate, the guard quickly opened it after recognizing who was arriving. Roman observed his surroundings with indifference, unimpressed by the estate's grandeur - after all, what he owned was even more extensive.

As the cars pulled up to the mansion's entrance, Roman's subordinate promptly opened the door for him. He stepped out with an icy demeanor, his intimidating presence making the Accardo family's bodyguards visibly uncomfortable despite their stoic stance.

"The master is waiting in the left wing reception room, sir," the middle-aged man, who served as the head butler overseeing the household staff, informed Roman. He wasn't surprised that his grandfather knew of his arrival in Italy, even without prior notice. Roman walked there with four of his men, while the rest of his entourage remained stationed around the mansion's perimeter.

"Hello, Grandfather, Grandmother," Roman greeted the elderly pair who were having tea. He went to embrace them both before settling himself on a single sofa without waiting for an invitation.

"How are you?" Roman's grandmother asked kindly, her eyes revealing her joy at seeing her favorite grandson.

"Fine," Roman replied curtly.

"When will you ever give us old folks more than just one-word answers?" his grandfather asked.

"I think I was quite clear, Grandfather. When I say 'fine,' it means everything in my life is going well," Roman replied, making his grandmother smile with satisfaction.

"Well, that's good to hear. Are you in a hurry today? Stay for dinner with us," his grandfather said in a serious tone. Roman narrowed his eyes slightly at him.

"Are you planning to set me up with someone?" Roman asked. His grandfather had a habit of matchmaking for the family, especially with Roman's father. Originally, his father was supposed to marry the daughter of his grandfather's close friend, but he chose Roman's mother instead, much to his grandfather's displeasure. This was another reason why Roman's father left the Accardo family.

"I just want to introduce you to someone. It could be beneficial for future connections," his grandfather replied, annoyed that his grandson had seen through his intentions.

"Heh, I think you misunderstand, Grandfather. Someone like me doesn't need anyone's support. Otherwise, I would have come back to rely on the Accardo family's influence long ago," Roman replied casually.

"So you're saying your mother's Vasillo family is that powerful?" his grandfather asked sharply, still bitter about Roman's father choosing to leave the family to be with Roman's mother.

"Of course. Why else would you want me to visit so often?" Roman replied sarcastically. The Vasillo family name, once unknown, had been built up by his father into a globally recognized force in both legitimate business and mafia circles. No one in either world hadn't heard of the Vasillo family now. That's why his grandfather kept asking Roman to visit - partly hoping to use the Vasillo family's reputation to bolster the declining influence of the Accardo family.

"You-!" His grandfather was about to snap at him, but Roman's grandmother held his arm back.

"Dear, our grandson made the effort to visit. Don't pick a fight with him. Rom, stay for dinner with grandmother, won't you?" Roman's grandmother was the only one in the family who could use his nickname without provoking his anger.

"Yes," Roman agreed, out of respect for his grandmother. He then turned to Travis, who quickly approached and leaned in to receive instructions from Roman.

***

"Hmm, really? Yes, I'll take it. I'm free tomorrow anyway," Tommy told his manager after being contacted about spending the night with Roman Vasillo. Tommy knew of Roman through several seniors in the industry who had been with him before, and he'd seen Roman at some social events.

"Aren't you tired? You won't be off stage until almost midnight," his manager asked. He didn't object to these arrangements since he also got a cut from finding VIP clients for Tommy's private services.

"You know I've been waiting for a chance with Mr. Roman for a long time," Tommy said dreamily.

"Okay, I'll confirm it then," Tommy's manager replied before calling back the number that had contacted him. After talking for a while, he hung up.

"Hey, they said you need to meet Mr. Roman at Hotel TT. Do you want me to accompany you or just drop you off?" Tommy's manager asked. Tommy pondered the question.

"I think I'll have Kit take me there and wait to pick me up," Tommy suggested. He trusted Kit's abilities, and wasn't worried about Kit knowing about his private arrangements with others. He believed someone like Kit wouldn't care about other people's business and wasn't a gossip like many others he'd met.

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