Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

I walked down the hall towards my fathers office, my splotchy, wet footsteps pattering on the marble flooring.

I heard Enzo behind me, I sped up my walking until I opened the office door revealing my father and Vince.

I slammed the door behind me right in Enzo's face.

"Real fucking mature!" He said sarcasm dripping form his words.

The door opened and he walked in standing beside me.

My father sat on his chair, Vince stood beside him. Enzo and I stood in front of both of them avoiding their gaze at all costs. You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife.

"What the hell happened out there!?" Vince yelled.

Both Enzo and I kept our eyes off our fathers. "We want answers goddamit!" my father roared causing me to jump a little.

"Myla was pissed be-" I furrowed my brows turning to him. "Why was Myla pissed?!" I questioned him.

"I was about to say but then you fucking interrupted me." I turned to him and punched him in the stomach before facing back to my father and Vince.

Enzo clutched his stomach making me smile in satisfaction at myself. "YOUR HEIRS TO MAFIA THROWNS! START ACTING LIKE IT!" Vince shouts before sitting down on a chair in front of the desk. "We are sick of the behaviour you to constantly show! Especially on mission! No wonder this was a difficult decision." My father continued.

"We don't have time to talk about what just happened. You both have a mission. You'll be working together to take down The Russian's. However it seems that the Mexicans could also have a part to play in the missing cocaine." My eyes widened and my jaw practically hit the floor.

Working with Enzo. Nope. Not happening. "Fuck no." I spat at the men.

"You don't have a choice Myla." Vince said pouring 4 glasses of whiskey. "Oh-oh no, I DO have a choice, if you want your mafia to continue you need me. And I point blank refuse to work with this sorry excuse for a man." Enzo whipped his head round looking at me. Splashing me with his wet hair. "What the fuck makes you think I want this?"

I wiped away the father he just hit me with. "Hmm I don't shit face, maybe because your standing with your tail between your legs not saying anything."

I continue speaking to my father and Vince. "What is it that need to be done. I can guarantee that I will get it done sooner?" Enzo chuckles beside me.

"I-I'm s-sorry, this is c-coming from the girl who lost a fight and p-proceeded to push the guy in the pool." He chuckled away to himself. I pushed him with my hip before walking over to the desk and picking up the whiskey.

It wasn't a good idea for me to drink, because when I start it's hard for me to stop. Not that I have a problem...but sometimes the stress becomes to much and I find the best way to deal with it is drinking. That also the reason I took up smoking. But I stopped after I watched my grandfather die from lung cancer. That shit is scary.

I through the first one back, letting it trickle down my throat. Feeling the pleasures from the drink. The other three where for the men but I needed the help of alcohol right now.

I took the next glass tossing that back, then the next, and then the last. I turned round and all three men just stared at me confused, although a little amusement stretched across Enzo's face. I shrugged before walking towards the door.

The part that pissed me off the most about Enzo is his looks. He's hot as fuck and that kills me.

Very muscular, tattoos trail down his neck, over his shoulders, torso, arms, and legs. He always wore a black or white shirt, black trousers and a black dress coat, his white complemented his Italian skin tone.

Even after being drenched in the pool his arousing scent still commanded the room. I shook my thought out of my head before. My father spoke.

"Both of you go get changed. You'll be staying here tonight Enzo. Tomorrow we will give you the details for the mission." I give all the men an expressionless look before turning and walking out of my fathers office without looking back.

As soon as I got outside it regretted it. That was a nice whiskey.

Damn.

I turned back round and opened the door again. Enzo was stood with his arms crossed still dripping. Vince and my father sat in the same seats. I walked up to the desk grabbed the bottle of whiskey and gave it a shake.

"This is mine now." I left walking out of the room with Enzo muttering after me. "You smell like a wet dog" I never said anything instead I just raised my free hand and gave him the middle finger whilst taking a swig from the whiskey bottle.

Fuck me.

I went straight for a shower peeling of my soaked clothes and letting them fall to the floor in a puddle. I washed my body, and hair, shaved all over and got our putting on my body butter.

I put on my silk black dressing gown and brushed my hair. I dried, straightened, and curled my hair, I left it down but clipped the front as I washed my face.

I put of my facial wash and heard my bedroom door open. I left the tap running, and reached under the sink for the gun which I kept there. I pulled the gun out insured it was loaded taking the safety off it. As I walked into the room Enzo was stood out on my balcony looking out wearing light grey joggers and no t-shirt. Tattoos trailed down his back, some where symbols, words, quotes, one was the Italian phrase which stretched across his back: "l'unica cosa certa nelly vita è la morte." (The only thing certain in life is death.)

I cleared my throat still holding up my gun. "Hello Mendez." He mused turning round to me with a cheery smile. "Oh, guns really?" He joked walking to wards me. "Your really starting to piss. Me. Off." I said moving closer to him.

I stood in front of him pointing the gun to his head. "Only starting? Damn, I thought I pissed you off a long time ago." He smirked. I pushed the gun further to him, but he didn't flinch. "Do it. I dare you." He moved forward closer to the barrel of the gun. "I wouldn't waist a bullet on you." I dropped the gun to my side and turned walking away.

"Maybe your just a pussy?" I raised my gun once again whilst walking back into the bathroom and aimed for just above his head, without looking back I shot.

"Shit" I heard a whimper. I smirked to my self. "You still missed!" I slammed the door blocking out whatever else he was going to say.

I washed my face and opened the door slightly to make sure he was out of the room. I walked out and into my closet taking out a short, silk night dress with white lace on the right thigh. I slipped it on allowing my dressing gown to fall to the floor. I walked into my bed sliding under my sheets and turning of the television to watch Lying and Stealing, it had Theo James in it...and damn that guy could do anything he wanted to me.

Anyway, I rested my head on the pillows watching the movie and thinking about the mission. Working with others isn't really my thing. But come on of all people it had to be fucking Enzo Romano.