Heartless (Mafia C.E)

V

"You may sit." He gestured to the chair facing his desk. He propped himself up with one leg on the desk and the other balancing him. "How are you this afternoon?" 

Y/n shrugged. "Hungry, but okay." She couldn't meet his eyes. They were so cold, but at the same time if she meet them she could feel the warmth from them. "How are you?"

"I'm great- did you say you were hungry?" He questioned, making Y/n refocus. 

Slowly but surely she nodded. "Uh yeah I am actually, I haven't ate since yesterday afternoon." 

Chris stood up and grabbed his coat from the rack and extended his hand. Y/n placed her smaller hand into his. His hands were soft to the touch, which she thought was the opposite. "C'mon let's get you some food." He pulled her up and let her hand go, much to her dismay. 

Y/n followed him out. "It's quite alright sir, I did hear that you have a meeting soon." She didn't want to see the outcome of some angry mobsters. She could walk to the nearest fast food restaurant if she had to. 

"Attentive girl." He mused with a slight chuckle. "You're correct I do have a meeting and lucky for them I'm going to move it to tomorrow." 

They reached the elevator as like a gentleman he let her step on first. "What do you like to eat angel? Calamari? Steak and Lobster? Caviar?"

"Pizza and French fries." She grinned up at him. 

A soft chuckle fell from his lips as he pressed the main floor button. "Well you can't go wrong there." 

Once they were down at the main level he pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door to his blue 718 Porsche. Another expensive car for Y/n to gawk at. She followed him to the car and he opened the door for her to get in. The Porsche smelled like him. Like his expensive cologne.  

"Have you ever eaten at Starks?" Chris started the car. 

Y/n thought for a moment. That place was more expensive than her and Melanie's grocery list combined, she would know. "Once when my ex took me there for a dinner. I'm way underdressed for that place and I can just eat some fast food or something."

"Oh little dove, you'll never feel out of place as long as I have a say." He peered over to look at the outfit she was wearing. It was so innocent and showed all the right places. If he didn't control himself he would've growled and called her a tease, maybe even pulled her over his lap to punish her for it. "Besides what you're wearing is really nice."

Y/n internally squealed. "Thank you." She squeaked out. 

"You're welcome," he hopped on the highway and started speeding to their destination. A surprised gasp left Y/n's lips from not being use to the sudden speed increase. Of course she had sped before, but nothing felt like the speed of this Porsche. Chris chuckled at her response and slowed down just a bit. "I'll have to take you driving in one of my other sports cars, don't worry I'll take you on an empty street, might even let you drive it."

"That sounds fun sir." She fumbled with her fingers. Every moment she was experiencing now made her not even think about regretting her decision. This hot man was driving her around in an expensive car to an expensive restaurant. Her and her friends had joked about wanting sugar daddies, but she wasn't sure if she was joking anymore. 

Soon they had gotten off at an exit and turned into the parking lot of Starks. It was packed since it was lunch time. Starks was know for it's high end, but delicious lunch and dinner food. They had breakfast, but apparently it wasn't nearly as good as their dinners. 

Chris parked the car and they both got out. Y/n was grateful for the lack of snow so she wouldn't have to worry about slipping and falling. It was still cold, but she didn't worry any since she had her puffy coat with her. 

She followed closely behind him, shielding herself from any scrutiny that might've been thrown her way. Chris grasped the handle of one of the long double doors. The inside was a palace. Golden accents along with pure black marble. Hints of emerald green danced across the lights. It had this warm radiance to it. It was missing the warmth the last time she'd stepped foot in the restaurant. 

"Ah Mr. Evans so nice to see you again." The host greeted him.

"Alberto, nice to see you as well. Is my normal open?" 

Alberto just smiled and got two menus from the stack. "Always for you sir." 

Y/n's mouth dropped slightly. She thought about what money could do for you. There was a wait of over an hour yet it took him less than five minutes to get them a seat. This power, is this the small piece of power of the mob?

"If you haven't picked up on it yet, this is one of my favorite restaurants. So get used to it because I will be sending you to get me this, a lot." Chris took her coat off for her and put it on the complementary hooks on the booths. "This is actually the perfect place to talk about your duties working for me." 

The waiter was quick to greet them. Y/n had barely sat down before the waiter was telling them his name and putting down the nice paper coasters and asking what they wanted to drink. Chris asked for a beer while Y/n asked for some lemonade. 

"I never even asked what I'd be doing," Y/n mentally slapped herself. She just took a job offer with the mob with no questions asked. "I must seem really impulsive."

"Nah I've actually had people join with less money than I offered you and they didn't even take a day, however, I'm sure they knew that this is a forever job. To get out will be hard, not impossible with me, but hard. Are you sure you're up to that?" 

A job for life. That's basically selling her soul. Her heart pounded as the anxiety started creeping up faster. She'd already dug herself a grave, might as well sleep in it. She could use the money to buy her parents that ranch they always wanted or get that house with a small pond with a dog. "I'm up for it." She spoke. With that, the verbal deal was set. 

"Awesome, we'll work the details out on paper tomorrow. From now on, you're my personal assistant." The waiter came back with the drinks for the two.

They continued to talk about the job and what would have to come of her from it. "But basic job duties include just doing anything that I ask of you. My right hand men can't always stop and sort my papers out for me."

Y/n nodded. "Sounds easy." 

"Oh honey you have no idea." Chris chuckled to himself. 

"Why do you do that?" Y/n tilted her head slightly. 

He took a bite of a fry. "Do what?" 

"You don't call me by my name." She pointed out. "It's always nicknames."

Chris had that mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at her from across the table. "You don't like it?"

Her eyes scrunched up a small smile gracing her lips. She had heated up so quickly. "No that's not it, it's just- they're so relationshipy." She tongued at the black straw. Eyes glancing up at him over the icy rim of the glass. 

A deep laugh erupted from him. "oh I see, you only get called those in a relationship." 

"No, I'm saying it's kind of unprofessional for your boss to call you honey and little dove." She retorted. 

"Fair enough, but as much as I like your name now, I'm gonna call you my little honeybee." 

Her face scrunched up as she cringed. "Honey will suffice."

"Oh so now the princess wants a nickname?" His brows raised.

Y/n shook her head and tried to hide the smile that was creeping up. She focused all her attention on the cool drink. The way the condensation trickled on the side of her pinky finger. Over her eyelashes she could see him flexing his arms slightly as he raised his hand up for the waiter. His dark hair that was cut in such a neat style plus the sweater he was wearing. Her lips that she tried so hard to keep neutral went up. She didn't mind being his honey.