EDGE (H.S.)

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Misunderstood, you only see
Pieces that fit your view of me

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CHAPTER 1

Renny's Pov.

Victor's closed down today.

I've worked at Victors for the past two years as a waitress, making mediocre amounts of money but enough to get me by. My side job of tattooing brings in extra and that's always helpful too.

Until I can get enough experience in tattooing to become an apprentice, I have to find another job. I've been looking, with no fucking luck though. I just need another waitressing job. I'm sure within the next three or four months, i'll have enough tattoo experience to finally get my foot into a tattoo parlor door and actually get a job. Until then however, I need a fucking job.

So that's what has me walking around Staten Island in this present moment. I'm looking for a job. I saw a hiring sign on the door of a bar when I passed by in the taxi yesterday but didn't have the chance to stop. So hopefully I can find it again. I know it was somewhere near by. I've applied every fucking where else it feels like. Might as well try this place too.

My feet took me along the sidewalks that were filled with cigarette butts, beer caps and other unmentionables. Gotta love New York.

The second I looked up from the gum I conveniently stepped around, I saw the bar. It still had the hiring sign and I immediately walked towards the bar. A bell rung as I opened the door, signaling a customer.

There were a few people in here, which for some reason shocked me considering it's 11am but once again, this is New York. Well, this is Staten Island in specific. Which makes it make even more sense.

"Hi there little lady." A nice, tall man said with a  smile from behind the bar.

He was middle aged with a trimmed beard, or scruff shall I say, and he was clad in a big leather jacket with a little dish towel over his shoulder.

He was nice looking if I say so myself.

"Can I get you anything?" He asked and I smiled as I approached the bar. "Uhm, actually I saw your hiring sign." "Oh, you're looking for a job? It's a bartending job, I gotta tell you." "Yeah. Uhm, I was a waitress, also a bartender, at a place for the past couple of years. It just recently closed down. So, I have experience." I told him and he smiled. "What place?" "Victors." I responded and he nodded with a bigger smile.

"Always loved that place growing up. Well, look. Big man in charge isn't here but lucky for you, I don't really care. You're hired." He said and I was a little fucking shocked. "Wait, like, really?" I asked and he chuckled. "Yeah. We need the help, you've got experience and you seem like a good person. When can you start?" He asked and I chuckled with just a  slight bit of disbelief at how fast that happened. "As soon as possible." "Great, how about tomorrow. 11am sound good?" "Yeah. Yeah, that's great. Thank you." I said with a smile and he nodded.

"I'm Edie by the way." He said as he stuck his hand out. I shook his hand and immediately felt warm.

This man feels like home. Maybe this job will be worth my while.

"I'm Renny." I greeted and he smiled. "Renny. Never heard that before. Well Renny, i'll see you in the morning." "Great, thank you again. See you tomorrow." I told him as I turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

"Tell him i'm not fucking taking in any new guys. It's enough as it fucking is. He can threaten me all he fucking wants." A deep british voice said as I noticed the back of a man getting out of a black Maserati in front of the bar.

I realized I was frozen in front of the door as I accidentally eavesdropped on his conversation.

Suddenly he hung up his phone and turned around to face me as he shut his door.

He looked very annoyed and had a crease between his brows. The dude is gonna get wrinkles so early. I can tell that he probably makes that face way too often because he hasn't budged from it yet.

His eyes suddenly caught mine and an even harder look etched on his face. I swear he looked even more annoyed as he looked at me than he did on his intense phone call. The fuck did I do?

I couldn't help it as I rolled my eyes and walked down the sidewalk, away from him and the bar.

He can take that fucking attitude over to the city. Him and his Maserati. Like, he looks to be in his 20's. So how the fuck does someone his age have a fucking Maserati?
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hi everyone :,) i hope you enjoy this new story of mine. it's so different from anything i've written before and i'm fucking stoked for it. it's a rollercoaster so buckle up.

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