The Mafia's Pizza Boy

Prologue - Seizen "Jimi" Ranzatsu

POV~ First, Seizen

The day was long, and the same as always. A plain shift at Steve's Pizzeria, for a plain person like myself. I walk quickly across the busy halls of the pizza place. Carrying a box, I turn sharply and exit through the back door. I enter one of the cars in the back parking lot and insert the keys. With a turn, the car engine roared to life. I back out and exit the parking lot. 

 On the road, I stare ahead with tired eyes, driving leisurely as I pass by each home through the road. Feeling sleep creep onto me, I yawn and jolt my eyes open quickly, nearing my destination. I finally get to the specified house. I tiredly carry myself toward the porch, and knock on the door. Each knock rings back to me. The door opens and a woman stands there. A minute or two passes by, as I gaze upon each of her features, my face heating up tremendously as I scramble for the pizza. Her beautiful violet hair captures my attention so firmly, I thought to myself. I gave her the pizza quickly and rushed to get back to work, not wanting to be a second late. 

The day went on as it usually would, delivering food and hurrying back with amazing speed, or at least that's what my coworkers say. I didn't think much of it, however. Getting orders from my boss, repeating every movement again, and again. I always wondered when I would be free, chasing my dreams emptily. It was useless.

 Once I finish working for the day, I gather my things and leave. The sun seemed to be almost completely gone, its rays soft and weaker than before. My feet feel heavy from all the work, hitting the concrete solemnly. I sigh, hoping that tomorrow would be easier. I walk mindlessly, until something catches my eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a man walking quickly out of an ally. Curiosity gets the best of me once again, and I peek into the alley. I examine the scene before me, but nothing is there. Feeling defeated, I shrug it off and turn to continue walking home. I miss my loved ones at this point.

Well, that's when I spotted him.

"w...WAAAAHHH-!"

I let out a yelp, trying to catch myself as I clumsily fall onto the ground. I look up, rubbing my rectum. I see a guy standing over me, looking down at me with a sharp stare. He was tall, almost as tall as a large oak tree. He seemed so roughed up, and that was enough to send me into panic. 

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly, his voice rough and low. I could feel my heart drop as I stammer, trying to answer. It was futile, as my words were caught in my throat. Afraid for my life, all I could do was raise my arms above my head and shut my eyes tightly, quietly praying for my life in a last attempt to save myself. 

It's so short😭😭

You're welcome, Bubble.

Thank you, Sherlock😁