Mafia's Girl

Part 22

I'm already a bundle of nerves as we enter the car.

My mind is filled with horrors and fears of tonight. I was expecting myself to be somewhat confident but now that it's actually happening, I'm quite the opposite.

I can feel the stress coming off of Ivy and Alyssa as well. This is their first mission too and I knew that they felt the same as I did.

I could tell Alyssa was trying to put on a brave face. I hadn't really talked to her about how she was feeling about the mission, but why would I? If I did she would probably shut me down and make some snarky comment.

The boys however were acting like we were on our way to a casual dinner. They seemed relaxed as ever as they discussed random things.

They've probably done things like this many times before. Sometimes I'd look at them and wonder just how many people have they killed in their lifetime.

As the car drove through the city, I silently prayed we'd get a flat tire or there'd be a car crash blocking our way.

To my disappointment, none of those seemed likely. There didn't even seem to be that bad of traffic.

I couldn't help but bounce my leg up and down in nervousness. The anticipation of getting there was making me anxious.

I felt a hand brush up against my thigh as I looked up at Chase. He grabbed my leg firmly making me stop moving.

"Would you stop it. I can feel the whole car shaking" he grumbled.

"I'm nervous" I told him. I moved my hands into my lap and started fiddling with my fingers.

"Really? Wow I would've never guessed it" he said sarcastically. I gave him a dirty look before returning to look down at my hands.

"You'll be fine Kaitlyn" he said. He gave my thigh a light squeeze before releasing it. "Sure" I muttered with no enthusiasm.

I looked out the window and watched the city streets pass by. It felt like a dream now when I remembered walking these streets on a sunny day, browsing through the stores with Carly and Jess.

I try not to think about my family too often or otherwise I'd dwell on them too much and become sorrowful.

I had all these images in my mind of my parents losing their minds over worry and sadness. I've been gone for a couple weeks, I can't believe what they're thinking.

Another thought that reoccurs is that my baby brother's due date had passed. It hurt so much to think about him being born without me.

What if I never get back to them? My brother would grow up knowing me as a sister that went missing. My parents would be broken for the rest of their lives.

All of these thoughts pained me to the point of nothing else. How did life get so fucked up.

The car suddenly came to a stop. I tore my gaze away from the window and saw everyone getting out of the car.

"Come on" Chase said, gesturing his head toward the door. I got up from my seat and hopped out of the car.

I scanned my surroundings, taking in the scenes. We stopped in front of a club, one of those fancy looking clubs where all the wealthy people go.

There was a huge lineup to get inside. Everyone was dressed up and looked like they were already drunk. The bouncer didn't seem to be letting lots of people in.

I took a long, deep breath. My body seemed to be on fire with all my nerves.

We started walking towards the cue of people. "How long will it take us to wait in line?" I asked Chase as he came up beside me.