Now we welcome Dash Russo!!
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Dash's Pov:
I rushed down the hall to James's office. Based on how he spoke to me it seemed like an emergency. Without knocking I walked into his Office. "What?! What happened?" I say almost out of breath.I put my hands on my hip. Mother fucker is getting a tattoo done. RIGHT NOW? "I thought it was an emergency?" I say walking up to him.
"It is" he says calmly "you're getting a tattoo of her name?!" I say almost yelling. James shrugged and got up. He walked up to a mirror looking at the tattoo. "That's what she wanted. Grey even picked the font" James puts his shirt back on.
"But why? From all the tattoo design why the fuck her name. Now that's some selfish shit" I say sitting on his couch. James turned around glaring at me. "Sorry" I rolled my eyes. "What the emergency?" I place my legs on his coffee table. "I need you to be Grey's bodyguard for a good few months" James said as he looked through a few files.
I started to laugh. James looks up and makes eye contact with me. My laugh slowly dies down "OH? You're not joking? Yeah no thank you" I say almost walking out. James grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me in "yes you are. You're the only man I trust Dash please"
"your going crazy" I replied
"Dash please." I cut him off before he's able to finish
"I go from being your right AND left hand! To a fucking bodyguard!" I yell "please?" "You want me to babysit a fucking 17 year old!" "Dash don't forget she's my daughter"
Fuck he's done a lot for me. This is the least I could do. "Fine! Fine! I'll do it" "YES THANK YOU" I almost walked out but turned around again "um why?"
"I've been recently receiving a lot of death threats. Since almost every other Mafia empire now knows I have a daughter." I cut I'm off "no need to explain I understand" "wait before you head out" James walks over and handed me some clothes
"change into these and met Grey. She's in her room. And as well as that she wants to head over to a cafe so you have to head over too. And, Don't tell her about you being my left and right hand. She can't know your part of the mafia" I rolled my eyes, grabbed the clothes from his hands and walked out.
I changed into the black shirt that showed off my patchwork tattoos all over my arm. Although I do love my tattoos I don't like others to see them. That's why I always wear a long sleeve button up or long sleeve shirt. And some black ripped jeans. I hide my gun behind my back. And I put my shirt over.
I head over to her door. Fucking shit I gotta babysit a fucking 17 year old. She opens the door and my eyes widened slightly. Shit she's gorgeous. "Hi?" She said softly.
You probably look like an idiot right now. Talk. "Hi I'm Dash. Your bodyguard" I stick my hand out waiting for a hand shake. She looks at my hand then back at me. "Anyway" I put my hands in my pocket. "Ready to head out?" She nodded her head yes and grabbed a bag from her room.
"Wait!" She said as we're about to exit the estate. "Mr. James, I'm leaving!" She yelled cutely. "Alright be safe" he yelled back. We headed out and sat in the car.
"Where are we going?" I say as I start the car.
Dumbass you already know! Why'd you ask.
*mentally slaps his own forehead*"Um, there's his cafe nearby." She showed me the address on her phone. Which look new. Selfish.
I pull out of the huge driveway and began driving. "He hates it when you call him 'Mr.James" I say out of the blue.
she turned her head to look at me. You can see guilt all over her face "I know" she whispered. "But everything I decide to call him 'dad' it just never comes out!" She sighed
"you've been here for how long? And he's done a whole lot for you! The least you could do is call him dad" I scoffed
"I know! I know! I never told him to do all of this!" She yelled back as her voice broke. I looked over at her seeing as her eyes turned glossy
"geez no need to cry. I'm sorry" she turns her head and says "I'm not" which caused me to roll my eyes. "It's clear you don't want to do this, so just give me your number and I'll text you when I'm done at the cafe" she said clearly pissed at me.
Sounds just like her dad.
"No Can do. Even if a piece of your hair comes out. I'll get fucking killed by your dad" I scoffed. We pulled up to a mini cafe. I parked the car and we made our way inside.
"Hi, can I get an iced caramel coffee, and a black coffee for this man" she pats my shoulder. Which I glare back at her. "Geez" she whispered under her breath. "That'll be 8.45 Euro" the man said. Grey pulled out a Canadian $20 bill. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the cash from her. "D'Angelo" I say, to which caused the mans eyes to widen. "Uh? What just happened?" Grey says looking at me then back at the worker. "There's no need for you to pay. Your Mr. D'Angelos kid. Remember?"
Not to long after we were seated which we waited for our drinks. "Why'd you wanna come here anyway?" I say. "I was feeling home sick. On my way to the estate I saw this cafe and it reminded me of home" she says softly.
She's lowkey adorable.
"An iced caramel coffee. And a black coffee" the man shouted. Grey got up to grab the drinks. On her way back she bumped into someone spilling her coffee on him. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Didn't mean to!" She shrieked. "It's really not a problem princess," the unknown guy said. Grey grabbed a few paper towels to clean the dude off. "Hi I'm Corey" the man said. I felt Jealous? I don't fucking know.
Which caused me to almost jump out of my seat and walk over to Grey and the man. "And you are?" He said. "I'm-" I cut her off by putting my arm around her waist and said "she's not interested" pulling her away from him and over to our seat. "Dude, another Iced caramel coffee for her!" I yelled at the worker. He nodded his head 'yes'.
"What was that for?!" She said. "Your dad will fucking kill me if he figured out you were talking to a guy while I was there. He's protective of you" I rolled my eyes.
"Your a guy"
"I'm your fucking bodyguard"
"still I guy"
"yes a guy, but one your dad trusts"
"still-"
"why the fuck am I arguing with a child" I cut her off "I'm not a fucking child!" She said "your 17"
"and?"
"A child?!" I say drinking my black coffee. "And how old are you?" She scoffed "21"
"oh."
The guy gave Grey her coffee and ran off. We sat there in silence as we drank our coffee. "this shit is disgusting." I managed to break the silence.
"Just like your personality" she burns back. Which caused me to smile. "So the Devil does smile" she joked around.
"I'm bringing the car over. I'll text you when I'm out." I say finishing up my coffee and getting up. "Alright" she whispered. I opened the door and made my way out. I dialed a number on my phone and waited as it rang. "Hey I need an appointment" I say unlocking the car. "Another one?"
He said in disappointment. "Yes please" I get into the car "fine how about in 20 minutes?" "That works."
I hung up and started the car. And bagun to make my way over.
YOU ARE READING
GREY
RomanceShort story // MAFIA • Right person, wrong time • Grey Stone (D'Angelo) is a 17 year old girl who had recently lost her mother due to cancer. What happens when she meets her biological father? Along with that she meets Dash. A man she falls in lov...