Mafia (DNF)

Sixteen

Nick and I watched as Dream shuffled through his pile of envelopes, which I would probably have to sort later. He pulled out a crisp, pink letter with a gold emblem.

"He's so full of himself," Dream muttered.

I was confused. "Who?"

"The Blade, which is what those robbers call their leader," Dream explained. "No one really knows his real name, including us."

He pulled a small knife out and sliced the top of the envelope, and a folded piece of paper fell out. He opened it.

He didn't read it out loud, but whatever was on it definitely wasn't good news. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

"Can I see it?" I asked. He looked at me.

"You deserve to know, but don't panic." He handed it to me.

It was written by hand, in a messy scrawl.

Your threat was cute, but I'm not backing down. Take another look at my offer, would you?

I see you have a new PA, whom you seem to be quite close to. He's quite pretty, I must say.

P.S: I bribed one of your managers. Mr. Burton, I believe? You can take care of him yourself. I don't need him anymore.

The Blade

I blinked, trying to understand what the message was entailing.

Dream sighed. "George, from now on, you don't leave my side. Not for a second. Be extra careful who you talk to, or give information to. He constantly has eyes on my work."

"What does this have to do with your PA?" I asked.

"For leverage, maybe to blackmail me by kidnapping you, maybe just because he wants to make me angry. A host of reasons," he replied. It didn't make me feel much better.

"What offer is he talking about? Isn't he just a thief?"

"He's another mafia leader, actually. He's constantly in my way, and now he's sabotaging my shipments. Tsk."

I frowned. "Why?"

He thought for a moment, then answered. "We're larger and richer. We constantly compete against eachother, and it's often violent. He'll do anything he can to sabotage us."

It was a little hard to wrap my head around, but it seemed like "The Blade" was a real threat, and not some small gang leader.

"Anyways, don't worry about them too much. I have guards and bodyguards around us at all times, you just don't see them."

I looked around the office, but didn't see anyone.

He rolled his eyes. "Outside."

"Oh."

Nick had been there the whole time, just standing quietly. He was pretty good at seeming invisible.

I watched as he shoved the letter into a folder in his desk. The folder had other envelopes, with similar pink paper and golden seals.

"Why pink?" It seemed like an odd colour.

"His hair is pink," Dream replied. "And he's an egotistical bastard."

"You're leaving some important things out," Nick suddenly said, still looking bored.

Dream tightened his jaw. "The rest isn't relevant."

Nick raised an eyebrow, but didn't object.

Dream closed the drawer. "You can go back to work now. I'll get my men to deal with the snitch."

Oh, yeah, I forgot about that part. "What are they gonna do to him?"

"You don't need to know."

"Are you going to kill him?" I persisted.

"No, of course not."

I sighed, relieved. I couldn't deal with any more deaths.

"I'm not going to kill him. I have someone to do that for me."

Oh. Nevermind.

He waved me off. "Get to work."