Mr. Mafia's Bodyguard

Chapter thirteen

Warning: Chapter contains mature themes and violence.

"You stay here. This should take two hours or so." He turned to me immediately he parked his car outside a warehouse.

He tossed me a phone.

"It has candy crush." He winked before getting out the car ad shutting the door.

I laughed to myself.

Candy crush.

I swiped, unlocking it. And yes, it did have candy crush.

It seemed he played it a lot. He was at level fifty four.

Stephano is a puzzle. One moment he is stern, monotone. The other he is relaxed and calm.

So two hours it is, guess it's me an you.... Candy crush.

True to his word. I saw Stephano step out the gate of the warehouse from the side mirror. His father was with him. He looked agitated, his father was wearing shades and he was mouthing something to him. He was with his guard.

After a few minutes Stephano walked down to the car.

"Hey princess." He smiled.

I frowned, both at the name and the sudden change of mood.

"What do you say we go grab some food?" He smiled.

I nodded stiffly. Handing him the phone.

"Level sixty-two! That's fast." He grinned, his perfect teeth shining.

"Let's go bambina."

He got into the car. Fastening his seat belt and driving off quickly.

"Where are we heading?" I asked.

"Somewhere." He simply answered.

I kept mute as we drove for about an hour, we seemed to have left the city.
There were fewer cars, more vegetation. And he was driving really fast. I was really curious as to where we are going.

After an extra hour of driving, he drove into a street. The road was dirty. There were ghettos. Many people sat outside small bars in the streets, smoking. There were few kids, in torn and dirty clothing running around. This place was dangerous.

Soon Stephano drove to a halt at a building. It was getting late, the sun was setting and the sky was getting dim.

I looked up at the building in front of us. Lots of people entered and left the building. Men that held cigeratte in their hands. Women in very skimpy revealing clothes. You could literally smell the drugs and alcohol from out here. Some people seemed drunk, publicly displaying affection by the road. The ladies giggled childishly while ushering men in. It seemed to be a brothel.

Stephano slid his hand towards my side, opening the dash board and pulling out a gun. He tucked it into his pocket.

He turned to me. "I will be back. I might take a while though."

He didn't let me reply as he quickly got out the car, walking quickly into the brothel.

I sighed, I waited a while. Looking out the streets at the several drunk or high people flock into the place or out.