𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

14~{𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓀}

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"I keep my personal life quiet, so don't think you know me."

Wednesday, May 26th

Evening

~Destiny~

Once again, we were standing inside of yet another casino. This time, I wore the golden sequin dress that Michael bought for me.

As grateful as I was that he bought it for me, didn't distract me from the reality of the situation. I was more so in a stank mood the longer I was with him.

Kilo didn't come with us today. He only brought Arrow and Mordecai. I guess he was really fed up with him.

"Come on, Destiny." Michael said, gesturing follow behind him to another part of the casino.

I sighed heavily. "This isn't fair." I mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

He raised a brow. "You're alive. That should be fair enough."

"You know just because you don't kill someone doesn't mean they owe you anything, Michael."

I already knew that his temper was short. It was stupid of me to provoke him. Especially by putting emphasis on his name. That would trigger anybody.

He walked up to me without saying anything. This alone scared me. He placed his hand on my back to lead me to where he wanted me to go. Once we were standing not too far away from the bar, he didn't remove his hand.

He rubbed my back, moving his hand up and down over my bra strap.

He glanced at me before he stopped. He unhooked my bra strap through my dress with one hand.

He clearly had some skill.

I gasped and he nudged me to keep my quiet. He leaned close to my ear and I could feel his hot breath against my skin.

"I don't want to hear your sorry ass complaining. You're going to do exactly as I tell you, no questions asked. Do you understand me, Destiny?"

When he said my name, a chill ran down my back. But not in a negative way. He used seduction to his advantage. I can't say I truly hated it.

I gulped. "Yes."

He backed away from me expressionless, completely disregarding what just happened.

"Enzo." He said like I was supposed to know who that was.

"What?" I questioned as I fiddled with the clasp of my now unhooked bra.

"That man right there," He stopped to make sure I was looking in the direction he was pointing. "He's another Italian mobster. You don't have to know all the sophisticated terms, but what I need you to do is find out where their underboss is.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I whined.

A small smirk played on his lips. "You figured out my secrets. You can get his too." He said.

I sighed, knowing that I'd never win with him.

"Ask about Joey Nero." He added.

I nodded as I finally managed to hook my bra. "Okay." I reluctantly agreed.

"And just like the last time, don't let him touch you. I'll be watching." He said looking fiercely into my eyes.

Those damn eyes of his.

I broke eye contact and started making my way to the bar where he was sitting. His back was facing me as I approached him.

It was like an alter ego had overtaken me.
I had to get into whatever character I had become that could capture the darkest secrets of anyone.

I sat down at the bar stool next to Enzo. He was so drunk he hadn't even noticed my presence. There were at least seven empty glasses in front of him, and he was downing the eighth at an alarming speed.

"Rough week and it's only Wednesday, huh?" I said to catch his attention.

He slowly looked over at me and gave a lazy, drunken laugh. "Nah, I just have the money to drink like this every day of the week."

I giggled. "Really? What job provides that much money? I'd love to drink like that."

He smirked. "I can't just give out that information."

Hm. So he's a tough one. I'll make him crack. Maybe this'll be what gets Michael to let me go.

I poked out my bottom lip. "Why not? I'm just some random girl at the bar. You won't even remember me tomorrow, nor will I remember you. It's club talk."

"This isn't a club. I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those." He said.

He's giving himself away. Blowing his own damn cover.

"Well then, Casino talk, if you will."

"Well, why do you want to know? What's it to ya, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, starting to get annoyed with his stubbornness. "Then I'll take my pretty ass somewhere else."

His eyes shot right to my butt, inspecting it for a second.

Disgusting.

He looked back up at my eyes. "Well, I may or may not be closely involved with the Cosa Nostra."

I smiled softly. Now I was getting somewhere.

"Really?" I questioned. "What do you mean by close?"

He narrowed his eyes, not really wanting to answer my question. Maybe it was time for me drop this on him.

I leaned closer to him and placed my hand on his arm. "Like... Joey Nero close?"

His face flushed of most of its color. "How do you know Joey? That's impossible!"

"Nothing's impossible, babe."

"But he's never left his 'heart and soul' as he calls it."

I hated that he wasn't being straight forward and I actually had to dig. "His heart and soul? That was once me." I lied, faking a romantic history with him.

He laughed and shook his head. "You're a doll, but there's no way. He only dates women that are pure Sicilian. Because Sicily is his heart and soul, so I know you're lying."

Sicily. Noted.

My face turned hot as I was caught in my lie. I thought he was so drunk that's he'd be easy and go along with whatever I said. Clearly not.

It didn't matter. He wouldn't remember any of this in a day.

"Oh, I've been to Sicily." I lied. "We weren't anything like that, but there was something."

He purses his lips, not buying my bullshit. I just wanted to get the hell away from him. I already got what I needed from him.

"Listen, beautiful," Joey started, catching me off guard. "I'm not like Joey. I'll be with anyone I fancy. And right now, I fancy you a lot."

He reached out his arm to snake it around my waist. I tensed up as I remembered what Michael told me.

Don't let him touch you. I'll be watching.

I maneuvered myself out of his grasp. He looked at me as if I was crazy to dodge his advances.

"I just have to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a hurry." I lied once again.

I went in the direction of the bathrooms, but curved around to the other side of the casino once I wasn't in his line of sight. I looked around for Michael in the same spot that he told me he'd be "watching."

He was nowhere to be found.

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