Meet Me in the Hallway [h.s.]

Nirvana - Lithium

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE! 

"And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard but I'm not sure"

Harry

I clutch the handle of the gun a little tighter to my hip. I don't think anything will get messy tonight. But, you can never be too sure with events like these.

Being too cocky or arrogant could get you killed at something like this. Overstepping your place and letting information spill from your mouth will get you killed, and that's certainly enough for me to follow the rules and keep my mouth shut for once.

But the adrenaline is exuberant. The sheer amount of excitement that runs through my body when I'm about to endure some sort of business deal is enough to keep me addicted. I was essentially raised for a life like this, doomed from the day my mother gave birth to me.

Sometimes I wonder about her, whoever she is. I wonder what she would think of who I am. Would she be shamed of the addiction I have to whatever life I live? Would she say she's proud of me?

It's not like I would care anyways.

That's how I find myself anxiously standing outside of some Italian restaurant in Brooklyn. I tap my foot in anticipation.

Chuckling to myself at the irony, I step through of the restaurant doors. My eyes dart around the room in search of the familiar face I'm looking for.

He sits in the darkest corner of the restaurant. From what I can see, he brought a few men along with him as well, people I haven't encountered before. I can't help but think it's because they are scared of me. I smirk.

The table they sit at is right below a dim, flickering light. There's an empty chair facing directly across from him. How sweet, they saved me a spot. I look at the time on my watch, noticing that I am fashionably late.

"Styles." Anthony calls towards me. I pull out the chair and take my seat. The men around me narrow their eyes slightly, taking in my every move. They're here to make sure I don't step out of line. I bet they're surprised that I came here myself.

"Romano." I greet him after I am done carefully sizing his men up. I want him to cut right to the chase, I want to get in and get out. I have more important things to worry about.

My thoughts start to drift to the big brown eyes that I find myself encountering more often. I instantly shake the thoughts of Rhiannon away. I shouldn't be thinking about her at things like this, I barley even know her.

"How have you been Styles? Long time no see." He smiles, a gold tooth peeking out from his mouth. I try my best to look as menacing as possible.

"Let's skip the pleasantries, Anthony." I roll my eyes and lean further back into my seat. "You know why we are both here." He nods firmly.

There's three major mafias in the city; all run by notorious leaders in New York City.

Alanzo Berluscani is perhaps the most infamous of the leaders. Rising to power at the ripe age of 17 is a difficult move for any teenager. But somehow the man established himself and has had the longest reign of any leader in modern mafia history.

Maybe I'm just partial to him since I work for him.

Luca Esposito is most known for his brutal leadership. He's senseless and ruthless. It would be a mistake for anyone to cross him or his family. Anthony works for Luca, not directly beneath him like I do for Alanzo. But he has high enough rank to be able to meet with me.

Giovanni Ferrari is the third and final prominent leader. We haven't been dealing with him too much lately. His entire family seems to be disheveled after their third-in-command died.