Heartless (Mafia C.E)

IV

Y/n had fallen asleep after sending the last text. She was so tired from the previous night and the exciting day she had there was no problem getting her to sleep. Though her dreams ran even more wild. Dreams of the bulky tall man and living in a life of richness, something she could only dream about. 

It was when she woke up and only then that she realized the weight of the text she had sent. She reached over to her charging phone and unplugged it. Her half awake mind scrambled to recall the message she had sent. When she looked at it she knew she fucked up. 

"A fucking smiley face Y/n? Are you serious?" She cringed as she reread the text. "Who the fuck sends smiley faces to a mobster?" She mumbled as she got out of bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The weird crust had built up by her eyelids. Not to mention the drool on her face. 

She made her way to the shared bathroom between her and Melanie. Mel usually was gone by time Y/n woke up since she had early morning classes. It didn't stop them from bumping heads when the weekend came up. 

Y/n started up the shower to get ready for her day. She cleaned herself up, making sure to wash her face of the sleep surrounding it. She had almost forgot to put her shower cap on. It wasn't wash week and she sure as hell didn't want to have to tame the monster that is her hair. 

She washed up with her favorite body wash and body scrub. She wanted to be smooth for this meeting. As soon as she got done she dried off with the one fluffy towel she had. Then she brushed her teeth. Washing any left over plaque away with some good mouthwash. The kind that burns the mouth for a moment, but leaves you thinking that it's working.

Lotion and deodorant was next. Y/n couldn't stand the idea of not smelling good. She'd be damned if someone said she stunk. That's why she hated when her natural curl definer smelled weird, she'd have to cover it up with something that actually smelled decent. 

Then finally after everything was done she'd spritz herself with one of the flowery perfumes she'd gotten from Bath and Body Works. Taking a look at herself in the mirror she analyzed her choice of style. One of her favorite outfits to wear to formal events such as interviews or dinner party's. A simple but cute fit would do the job for today, whatever the job is today. 

Y/n decided to get some food while she waited; however, she would have to wait since there was a curt knock at the door. Cautiously, she peeped through the peep hole so see a man on the other side of the door. He was slim, slightly tan, with a bald head. 

She cracked the door open slightly so only an eye can see through the crack. "Yes?" She questioned. 

"Miss Y/l/n, I'm here on behalf of Mr. Evans." The man answered quickly. He looked down at his watch. "If you want us to make it to him before his meeting, then I suggest you stop hiding away and come out."

Y/n scoffed, "I'm not hiding, I just don't open doors up for strange men. Especially mobsters."

The man simply chuckled. "Now I know why." He mumbled to himself. "The boss is waiting, and if you don't want to get an ear full I suggest you hurry up." His arms crossed behind his back in a relaxed stance while he waited for Y/n to meet him. 

"Well just give me a second, damn," She grabbed her purse and put up the eggs she had gotten out. Then she locked the door and started to follow the man.

The driver was a fast walker, by time Y/n was to the top of the first flight, he was at the bottom and almost to the black SUV. An Escalade. Something she had never even thought about riding in. It was way out of her and her parent's price range. 

The driver opened the door for her. The interior was a black leather. The windows were all tinted and the back had a built in mini fridge. It had some drinks, mostly tiny bottles of alcohol. She didn't realize there was water until they were on the road. The driver drove at the speed limit, no more no less. 

Y/n couldn't help but study the route they were going. She wasn't the best at directions, but she could remember landmarks and sometimes the street signs. 

Ever so often on the short twenty minute drive she would make eye contact with the diver which lead her to inquire about his name. "The names Issac. Been workin' for the boss for about- eh maybe ten years now." 

She greeted him properly and moved on to her next burning question. "At the apartment, you said 'now I know why' what did you mean by that?"

In the rearview mirror Y/n could see the small smirk that had formed on Issac's face. He pulled into the lot of a large building. It had no distinctive markings except the limited windows and the obvious fake name plastered on the front of it. Scott's Law Firm. They're hiding in plain sight. Y/n can't recall how many times she's driven past this building. It's something you have to pass on the way to the mall. She didn't see it the last time she was here. It was way too dark.

"We're here." He pulled up to the parking garage where a guard was posted in the booth. "Marcus." Issac greeted the taller man. 

"Issac." The gates opened and Issac drove in and parked in the spot closest to the elevators. It was reserved. 

Once he parked he opened the door for Y/n, who was wondering if this was the same place she had been before. "I'll take you up to his office, he'll take you from there." 

"Oh okay." Y/n struggled to keep up with him once again. They rode in the golden and white elevators up to the highest floor. There, on the highest floor there was a long open hallway. Multiple doors were on both sides, but there was just one on the end. 

Y/n's anxiety started to rise again as they walked closer and closer to the door. Issac stepped up first to knock. "Come in." The voice on the other end was deep and sorta raspy.

Issac opened the door and revealed the pretty brown hair mobster. "Ah the little dove I recruited." Y/n stood in the middle of the room slightly behind Issac. "No need to hide precious, If I was going to do something I would've done it by now." He smirked. 

Chris sat his papers down and turned his attention to the slimmer man. "Thank you Issac, you can take the rest of the day off." He waved him off with a curt nod. 

"Thank you sir," Issac turned to walk out the room. That left just Y/n and Chris alone.