His girl

The Devil | Chapter 2

Lorenzo D'Angelo

The Devil of the Italian Mafia. Destained to bring nothing but destruction. The monster in Satans dreams. A tyrant among kings. The boss.

The room stood still as everyone fell silent.

"Welcome Boss."

In unison the men greeted him as if they had practiced it before. Fear etched its way into my soul as he sat as the farthest table in the diner. Dressed in all black, his three piece suit was missing the tie and jacket. His muscles bulged in the fitted dress shirt. Dark black curly hair, brown sun kissed skin, sharp jaw line and the slight stubble adoring his chin. Most of all, are the unmistakable jet black eyes that stare into one's soul.

Contemplating whether or not I should take his order or not...

"What's take you so long go take his order!"

I swallowed my fear and made my way towards the nightmare of a man. His eyes met mine. The contact almost made me stop in my tracks. The icy cold of his pitch black eyes struck terror in my soul but I keep moving forward. Something told me it was okay to keep moving.

"Hello Sir, What is it that you'd like today?"

"The Usual."

     His words struck fear in my core as the deep rough voice made it way through the room.

"My apologies Sir, but I'm new and I'm not familiar with your order yet. If you'd please repeat it for me this one time."

    I can tell that he wasn't pleased with my answer. How else does he want me to get his order?!?! Exhaling a sharp breath.

"Whiskey. On the rocks."

"Right away Sir."

     Rushing my way back to the bar to make his drink. I wanted to go the most un-noticed as I possibly could. I retrieved his the whiskey in record time, making my way swiftly through the other guest in the diner.

     Right as I was about to reach the table someone bumped into me almost making me spill the drink in my hand but also twisting my leg in the process. I peered up to see one of the men's woman kicked me so I'd fall over. She got up from where she was sitting and made her way towards me.

"You ruined my shoes. How are you gonna repay me?"

     At this point in time she was the least of my worries, I need to get this drink to his table before he decides I'm taking to long.

"I sincerely apologize ma'am. If you'd please allow me to deliver this drink, we can talk about compensation for you hardships as soon as I'm finished." 

     Turning around starting on my destination paint shooting through my my leg in the process. I feel an arm throw me around. The woman grabbed the drink and dumped it over me. I feel the liquid seep through my scalp and trickle down my back. Fear fills my being as a voice fills the diner.

"Where's my drink?"

     He didn't shout, he didn't have too. His tone told us just how angry he is.

                            I'm so dead

Author's Note: I started this book on a whim so if it not that good that's why. If you have and suggestions that would be a good addition to the story please message me 😊
* if you see and mistakes please let me know I'll fix them as soon as humanly possible.