I had broken the only rule that had been so clearly stated to me; my silence. Now that I had told Oliver everything, I highly regretted it because I had just put my head on a chopping block and it would only be moments until Mr Mancini found that I told someone about their real line of work, that is if he didn’t already know that I spilled my guts to my boyfriend. I couldn’t even hear the loud thumping of the music as I walked through the club for the third time, heading towards Mr Mancini whom I had not seen today. My heart was banging so frantically in my chest, that it was the only thing that I could hear. I was glad that I was wearing the black shades that they had gifted me because it concealed my eyes from the rest of the world.
I’m hoping that my voice doesn’t break or I don’t give anything away to Mr Mancini as the soldiers lead me to the stairs that led into the VIP area, overlooking the whole club. This time, I lifted my head to look at the balcony, expecting to be met with the intense gaze that belonged to Mr Mancini. Last night, he had been leaning against it, smoking a blunt in silence and isolated away from everyone else. My eyes did meet their expected target and Mr Mancini was standing tall, proud and mysteriously looking down on everyone else.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood as I felt his gaze meet mine, as though he could see my orbs right through my glasses and could see the very truth. Even though he was too far away for me to see a change in facial expression, I knew that his face was set in stone and his eyes gave nothing away. It felt like whenever his eyes looked into your own, he knew everything about you.
I looked away from him, paying attention to where my feet stepped onto the stairs as I climbed the stairs, towards Mr Mancini to conclude my night shift. I expected to find Roberto and Giovanni seated here with a bunch of women like the previous night, except this time there were two people who looked out of place. Roberto was seated on one of the couches, his arms outstretched and lazily leaned back into the seat as a girl who was only wearing what I could define as string, barely covering her privates, was running her hands all over his chest, a smug and drunken smile on her face.
Giovanni sat on the couch next to his, except he seemed confident and arrogant with his left leg crossed on top of his right knee. He was holding a hotdog in his hand and I was amazed at how he could make food seem as though it were something deadly and dangerous. It was a complete change from the kind face and lovely smile that graces his features because his eyes were hard set and gave nothing away.
Sitting opposite them, on the very couch that I had been told to sit on when I first arrived at the club and was introduced to Roberto and Giovanni was a man and a woman. The man was built big with thick arms and a thick neck that showed off that he barely took a break from the gym. It was the kind of muscle that scared me. His mohawk styled hair was black and as business like as a mohawk can be and he had a thick moustache.
The lady seated next to him seemed tiny compared to the man’s huge build even though she seemed to be really tall. She was wearing a pantsuit and her hair was pulled into a high bun. Her strong gaze turned to me and her thin lips were set in a straight line. Her brown eyes pierced into mine as everyone else’s attention turned to me as I entered the area.
My eyes quickly darted over to the man seated next to her and his blue eyes regarded me. “agents, I’d like you to meet, Abigail Monroe, my Personal Assistant and Secretary,” Mr Mancini was the one who said this as he strode towards me, his hands in his pockets, his face giving nothing away and his tone dead and serious. He was wearing a black pants that fit him well with a black turtle neck shirt that hugged his upper body. Thrown atop was a black coat that completed the look to make him look like he was the mafia.
He stood next to me, towering over me as I looked back at the agents, not saying anything as yet. Agents? That made me nervous and no doubt, now that Mr Mancini had said my name, they were definitely going to be looking into me and my family and the last thing I want is to be followed or found guilty of any of the crimes.
