Italian-American Mafia: Origin Story

4.

Persephone Pov

'And would you like anything else to go with your order miss?' I asked politely.

She shook her head no and I proceeded to go to the register to type her order in.

I work in a small cafe called "Our Break" and it helps me out a little but it's not a job that I would keep.

This job is basically my home because I spend so much time here, I practically live here.

The owners of the bakery are ok, like sometimes they have their good days and some days they have their bad days.

Their actually a brother and sister duo who opened this shop not too long ago and now it's very popular.

I'm a waitress so I wipe and clean the tables and I take the orders, so basically I'm in the front.

The pay isn't bad, but it isn't good either but it still helps me pay for bills.

In case your wondering yes the donors do know about my job but I lie about how much I make.

My tips are what I keep away from my creators, but my actually pay-check is what I have to give them.

They usually spend the money I give them on drugs and alcohol, while I have to pay the bills and spend it on food.

The last customer had just left and now I'm cleaning up and wiping down everything, for the next person to come in.

It's almost closing time and since nobody has came in I turned the sign around to close and locked the door.

I made my way to the register and started to count all the inventory that we made today and wrote it down on the sheet. I collected all the money and put it in a bag and walked to their office.

I walked in and set the bag of money on their desk and went out of their office and close the door behind me.

I went to the back and got all of my things out my locker, than went to the bathroom to change back into my sweats and sweatshirt.

I counted all the tips that I made and it's was an ok night I made about $200 tips today.

I put the money in my bra and begin going home, but not before clocking out and bidding my goodbye to the duo.

I began my walk to my house and I'm just thinking about my whole life.

I would always get lost in thought about what would happen if I did actually have parents who loved me?

Would I be a snobby kid or would I be a kid who has manners and is respectful.

What would that kind of life looked like, I mean I know every parent relationship isn't perfect but would I be happier?

The thing is that my thoughts are a bunch of what if's and I've always told myself that if I keep asking what if's in life, than would I really get anywhere?

I mean look at me now I have a job, I'm very smart, I already have degrees, yet I'm not happy.

Coming out of my thoughts I make a shortcut into this sketchy alley and I walk as fast as I can without making any noise.

'Psst, Hey Kid'. I stop and turn around to see who said that. A normal kid would probably run away, but I'm not normal.

I look around for a few more seconds and when I don't see anything I start my walk again.

Maybe I'm hearing things, I mean it has been a long night and I'm just tired. I probably would believe that, but knowing my life, I just have to choose the latter.

Continuing my walk I was almost out when someone grabbed me and pushed me up against a brick wall.

Fuck that hurt, I closed my eyes and then slowly opened them to see a young man around 23 looking at me.

Ok pers DONT let him know that you aren't scared, but on a brave face and just go with the flow.

I kept having a pep talk with myself and I did what she said, no emotions.

I guess he was taken back because of how my face expression changed so quickly.

'Who are you and what do you want from me' I asked void of emotions in my voice.

He looked me up and down, not in a creepy way but just inspecting me. He then look at his surroundings and once everything was clear he looked back at me.

'Do you want to make some money?'