Finding Mafia

Who do you think you are?

The bright sun shining into my bedroom is an unwelcome start to the morning. With a blinding headache and very sore feet, it seems as though this morning is going to be a rough one.

Pieces of the previous night start to come back to me as I sit up in bed. Silence fills the apartment making me think I am the first one awake.

Begrudgingly, I stand up from the bed and start to make my way over to the bathroom. If my reflection is as true as on a normal day, I look like shit.

My hair is nested on top of my head and looks like it will take a lot of time and energy to sort out, my makeup is smeared in every direction, and the bags under my eyes are wide enough to make me look like a racoon.

After spending more than enough time trying to figure out my hair, I solemnly give up and make my way towards the kitchen. Knowing that I need to fill my empty stomach, I open the fridge trying to figure out what sounds good.

Not finding anything that looks remotely appetizing, I close the fridge door. Looking up I turn towards the living room and scream in surprise. Standing there in all his glory is the cute bouncer from the club last night.

Grabbing my racing heart I breathe heavy trying to return the constant pounding to its normal, steady rate.

"Hi, don't think we have met, I'm Charlie." Pretty boy flashes me a smile as he stands there in his birthday suit, obviously not shy about what he's packing.

"Charmed, but if you'll excuse me." My eyes are fighting the urge to look in no man's land as I swiftly make my way back to my room.

Well, I'm glad someone got some action last night.

I wonder if Bell ever worked up the courage to go and speak to that tall, brooding, Luke. It's a shame her brother is too controlling to let his sister be happy, even if it means with his best friend. Siblings should obviously focus on the happiness of their loved ones, rather than the said betrayal they feel instead.

My mind can't help, but wonder about the mysterious man that I danced with last night. I can't remember much, but he was one thing I couldn't forget. He was a fine specimen of a man if I have ever seen one.

I didn't catch his name or anything, but the way he danced, our bodies pressed together, it made me feel electric. The feeling of his hands on my waist, left me wanting so much more. He alluded mystery and my thoughts can't help but wonder as to what's the secret behind him.

Glancing down to my leg, I rake my hands over the tattoo he mentioned yesterday. I haven't thought about it in a while. When he asked me if I knew what the writing meant, I may have gotten a little snippy with the stranger.

My thigh is decorated in ink. Angel wings wrapped in roses and thorns. Fino a quando ci incontriamo di nuovo is written along the bottom in cursive handwriting. It means, until we meet again.

Delilah barging into the room interrupts my thoughts as she strides in and falls back onto my bed while sighing very audibly.

"I saw your playboy in the kitchen." I learn against the doorway staring.

"Yeah, I just kicked him out." Getting up she leans back on her elbows to look at me.

"Oh, no morning action?" I joke, while going through my bag to find an outfit for tonight's work.

"If I let him stay for breakfast then he will get too attached."

"That's a shame, I'm sure he would have loved you for breakfast." I giggle and then am suddenly hit in the side of the head, dazed, while a pillow falls to the side.