Bad Guy

I Know You're A Gang Leader

K A T A R A

I sit on the couch with a small headache from my little hangover as my laptop rests in my lap to continue my research.

I allowed myself last night to cry over my pathetic love life and promised myself that's the last time I'll cry over him.

I need to move on with my life and the only way to do so is to know whether or not Isaac is a reliable person or not.

He is hiding something from me and he wants something with me and I can't give that to him unless there is trust between us and right now my trust is at 50% with him.

I was currently looking up 'Isaac Johansson' online like with Leo and searched everywhere to find some dirt on him but found nothing.

Either he is a good man or he's very good at covering his tracks, which would be bad.

I give up on my search and felt pathetic. I feel stupid not understanding anything going around me.

Maybe I can get Isaac to slip something to me. This could go two ways, I can get the information I need and feel content or I'm in some deep shit.

3 Hours Later

"There you are! For a second I thought you'd cancel our date again."

I give him a polite smile and say, "Nope I'm here, I'm still so sorry for not going to our first one it's eating at me."

Isaac chuckles and says, "Like I said gatita, all is well. I mean you were with that Leonardo, god knows he manipulated you."

I decide to ignore his statement and instead continue on with my date/mission.

Only I get to decide if I was manipulated. I consented to everything and not once did he do something out of my comfort zone nor did I have to tell him I didn't like it and if he did I'd tell him straight away.

I give him a small smile and he says, "Come on, let's go inside to eat."

I nod and he rests his hands on my lower back leading me towards the front of the restaurant where a host was awaiting us.

When we walked up the hostess asks, "Name?"

Isaac smiled politely and said, "Isaac Johansson."

Her smile faltered a bit but she quickly covered it with a beaming smile again and she says, "Of course right this way Mr. Johansson, your table is already ready!"

He gives her a nod and his hand remains in the small of my back as we follow the hostess leading us to our table.

We make it to a table around the corner of the restaurant and Isaac holds out a chair for me before I could sit. I give him a quiet 'thanks' as a blush coats my cheeks and he pushes my chair in.

He sits in his chair and the hostess says, "Welcome to Forte Tapas! Here are your menus," she rests our menus in front of us and asks, "Would you guys like any drinks or beverages?"

I smile politely at her and say, "A water please."

She writes it down on her notepad and turns towards Isaac and he says, "A Scotch, thank you."

"Of course! Your drinks should be here in a bit."

She walks away and I look at Isaac and say, "She was very polite."

He chuckles and says, "I'd hope she is, she is one of my workers."

My eyes widen slightly and I asks, "This is your restaurant?!"