Double Mercy

15 ~ Bossman

With shaky hands, I walk back and forth between the door. "Calm down, Viv!" I scold myself. 

Fuck it. 

I knocked on the door and obediently stood waiting. "Come in!" I took a deep breath before I grabbed the knob and pushed open the door. 

Just to my luck, Luca and Daniel were seated there. "Evening, Mr. Ricci," I smile, closing the door after me. 

"Dear, what brings you to the other side of the house?" He chuckles, placing his folders down. 

"Well, I know this is a huge ask but I sort of have a night job as a waitress. I was wondering if I could go? I will be extra safe, I promise. I just can't miss it."

He clapped his hands and leaned against his chair, "Of course you can, Viviana." My brows shot up as I stared at him, "I can?"

"Yes! Luca has nothing to do this evening," he smiled which made my face drop. 

Of course...

"Thank you," I sighed and walked towards the door, opening it and entering the hallway. 

I might as well be locked in a fucking sell. 

-

"What do you think you're doing?" 

Luca smirked as he leaned against the rack of clothing. "Technically, I own this joint now. I can be wherever I please," he winked. 

"Just go- ugh piss off," I groan, applying my lipstick over my mask. 

"Misty!" 

I rolled my eyes and plastered on a fake smile as I turned around to face bossman. "Boss, how've you been?" 

"Yeah, yeah. Your usual will be waiting in room 5," he says before walking away. 

I look up at Luca and see him wink before he walks towards room 5 and enters it. Luca Ricci you're playing a dangerous game, a game that you will lose. 

I fluff up my hair and perk my boobs before walking to room 5. I knock three times and once I heard the 'enter', I let myself in. 

"Mr. Ricci?"

"Come. Sit."

I take a deep breath before walking over to him. He had his legs spread in that sexy way that they do. As I got closer, he suddenly grabbed hold of my wrist and pushed me onto the couch. 

"Eager, are we?" I smirk, rubbing my hands against his chest. 

He rolls his tongue on the inside of his cheek as he caresses my thigh. "Don't talk, bellisima," he whispers. (Beautiful).

"Show me your worst, capo," I tease, biting my lip. (Boss). 

Without warning, he crashes his lips on mine in an aggressive movement. I snake my hands around his neck and he lifts me up, placing me on his lap. 

"Fottimi, sei cosi-" (Fuck me you're so-)

"No talking!" I breathe, arching my back as his hands traveled down the front of my body. 

A slight moan escaped my lips as he sucked the soft skin of my neck, most likely leaving a mark. 

The moment was ruined by a phone ringing. 

"Fanculo!" He yelled. (Fuck).

"Che cazzo vuoi?" He yelled through the phone, making me flinch slightly. (What the fuck do you want?)

He frustratingly ended the call and looked at me. He placed a small kiss on my lips, nothing passionate or aggressive, only gentle. 

"We have to go, mio amore," he sighs, taking my mask off. 

I gulp and nod my head, knowing nothing can go good from that call. 

I exited the room and walked towards my bag. As quickly as I could, I grabbed my joggers and sweatshirt, putting them on. 

"Come on, Viviana!" Luca snapped, holding his hand out. 

I ran to it and grabbed it as we quickly walked out of there. He kicked open the door and dragged me towards the car. 

Suddenly, there was a gunshot making Luca push me which made me fall onto the floor. "Hide there," he yelled, taking his gun out. 

What the fuck?

I quickly hid behind a car, hoping I don't get seen. With each gunshot, I flinched as I thought about my family. 

Don't die, pussy! I thought to myself. 

The muffled voices were barely heard as I peeked through a window to see three men again Luca and Daniel. Where the fuck did Daniel come from?

One of the men was down two against two. A gun slid across in my direction, making me crawl back. I assume it belongs to the dead guy. 

I grabbed the thing and examined it. Oh, fuck this. 

I dropped my bag and held the gun tightly. One of the men was down, I'm going to get in huge trouble for this...

I held the gun to my head and placed my finger on the trigger. "HEY!" I screamed, walking out of my hiding place. 

Luca's eyes widened as he noticed me with the trigger to my head. "Viviana, get the fuck-"

"Put your guns down or I fucking shoot!" I snap, looking at the three men left standing. 

"You're not going to shoot, bitch," one of the men says. 

"You want me, correct?" I ask, walking closer towards them. The man doesn't say anything but holds his gun at the boys. 

I chuckled, "Right! You don't get me if I'm dead so put your fucking gun down." He stared at me before he slowly placed the gun down. 

"Fucking dickhead," I mumbled under my breath.  

As soon as he reached the floor, I pressed the trigger and pointed the gun at the man, shooting him in the stomach. 

"Viviana!" Luca yelled, running over and pulling me into his chest. 

-

I sit at the vanity and look at my arm. It's slightly scraped from when Luca pushed me down onto the floor, dick. 

I grabbed the alcohol and began pressing it gently to the small wound. "Fuck!" I hissed. 

The door opened with a bang and I jumped as I watched Luca storm over to me. "Are you fucking insane?" He screams, staring at me. 

"Excuse me? I did you a favour," I scoff, rolling my eyes and turning back to the mirror. 

He grabbed the alcohol out of my hand and chucked it on the table. "You're not experienced, Viviana. You could've fucking died," he yelled. 

"Then let me die!" I screamed, not realising what I just said. 

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the alcohol, pressing it on the scrape. "Let me-" He begins, taking the alcohol off me. 

He leans down and grabs my arm, twisting it and rubbing the area. "Sorry," I mumbled, grabbing my phone. 

"It's okay," he whispered, tracing his finger down my arm. 

Is it bad that turned me on?

"Lorenzo wants to see you before you go to bed," he says, standing up and throwing the alcohol in the bin. 

I nod my head, placing my phone down. "Okay," I whisper. 

I get up to walk to my bathroom for a bath but he grabs my arm, turning me around smoothly. "Sorry for yelling," he says. 

I wrap my arms around his neck and place a soft kiss on his cheek, "Sorry for being an idiot." With that, I walked into my bathroom and shut the door. 

I want to go home.