PROTECTION~ T.H mafia story

PROTECTION~P1

The streets of New York city has always been busy so what was I expecting. I had just finished my coffee when it hit me. I was going to be employed by one of the most ruthless, merciless killers there are out there. My boss was hopefully about to become Tom Holland.

Tom Holland is a the New York Mafia leader, he was born and raised in England and moved to New York a few years after he graduated to grow his 'business'. He basically owns England and New York. He's a cocky arrogant bastard that loves the spotlight. Apart from his job of murdering people, he had created a cover up story for himself as New Yorks hottest bachelor and owner of H industries.

Being a rich killer you can either have the world with you or against you and he was smart so he didn't go with the latter. The world absolutely adored him. They knew him as the charming, sexy, kind, rich, charity giving man, if only they know they truth behind his good looks and money.

I am Taliah De Bois, just some girl looking to become employed by a billionaire, that's what the naked eye sees. I'm not that person, that's the person I'm going to portray. I'm going to portray sweet, innocent, Taliah.

I'm actually the opposite. I'm supposed to be leading the French Mafia but after I found out what we really did I made everyone go into hiding from my mafia and broke down everything that we should not stand for and vanished. I said I would come back and rebuild my birthright to what is needed to be but I need to set certain things straight before I do so. I've been running ever since with my father. That is until eight months ago when he died. That sort of fucked up my plans but before I do what needs to be done certain things need to be done, I need to make sure I'm not harmed in the process.

I'm going to hopefully work for him without doing anything for three months and when I know I'm safe and everyone believes my facade, then I can start.

"Azoura McEntire?" The receptionist calls. That's my que, I should probably mention that I'm not using my real name, I have to use a fake for everything to go as it should.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Williams will see you now"

Mr. Williams, aka, Harrison Osterfield, Tom's right hand man, and oldest friend. He helps run things and supports Tom in the dirty shit that they do.

I walk into the elevator and press the 24th floor, the top-ish floor. There are other floors above the 24th, six floors to be exact and are reserved for his other business I assume.

When I reach the top floor I take a seat in the waiting station and let my thoughts wonder. Will there be a dress code for this shit? I really wanna dress my style, and I'm French so, I have impeccable style. For example, today I'm wearing a grey top with blue high-waisted jeans, a green blazer and black bag. I finished the look with black heels and very light makeup. I think I look hot.

"Miss McEntire??" When I look up, I make eye contact with a blue eyed, dirty blonde tall man, Harrison.

"Yes?"

He walks up to me and extends his hand, it's only polite for me to get off the chair and shake it.

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Harrison, Follow me"

I do as he requested and follow him into his office. It's normal, nothing to fancy except for very expensive small decors and the colors he chose for the room. I take a seat in front if his desk and house him my fake resume.

I don't really have a real-ish one when I'm a trained killer, I've got to.stay under the Rader for a while.

He looks carefully at the piece of paper and then proceeds to tell me he'll be back. Earlier on when we shook hands I placed a small chip under his blazer so that I could hear what he has to stay when he no doubt visits Thomas.

I place the earpiece in my ear and listen in on a conversation that I shouldn't be listening in on confidently and shamelessly.

"Tom?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I found a good assistant for you"

A good what? Did he say assistant? I think the fuck not, I didn't interview for that position, that's way too close to be around that asshole, uh-uh, no.

"Name?"
"Azoura McEntire, 23, amazing education by the looks of it and, and!!....she's hot"
"Oh for fucks sake Harrison, I want a assistant, not a whore"

E-excusez moi? Did that motherfucker just call me a fucking whore? Now this makes me want to kill him even more, I hope you enjoy salt in you fucking tea you motherfucker.

"Alright, alright, but, I'm hiring her, she's amazing, you'll love her"
"Get that fucking expression of your God damn face and get out"
"Fine your highness"

I quickly pull the earpiece out and put it back into my bag.

"God news, you got a job"

Acting time whore

"Really! Thank you so much"

"But...it's not the position you applied for, it's to be the CEO's assistant, now I know this is a change, a big change, but, will you accept?"

I've already made up my mind but I need to look like I'm actually put thought into it.

"Okay, That's fine, I'll do it"

A/N

Hello you thirsty whores, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the format chapter re-written, it's 937 words hoe so I took my time with it. I love you so much, please vote!