Deillya POV
"Good luck." I mutter whilst stepping out of the elevator.
After stepping into my office I put my trainer on again. God, I might burn these heels.
Deillya
That was so awkward.
Please kill me.
Sometimes I wonder what life without Gio would be like, that thought often ends with a snotty nose and runny mascara.
My work is so easy, I get an old bastard wasted, get information out of them, then steal the money out their wallets.
Knock Knock Knock
"Coming!" I shout, thinking it's Gio. I open the door to see mR mAfIa BoSs. Ugh he's already an arse, a fit arse though.
"Sorry for disturbing, you got a lighter? I need a smoke. " Meo asks in his attractive Italian accent. "Yeah I've got one, I don't smoke though, just for lighting candles." Why do I not smoke.
He thanks me and walks away, reminding me to check my schedule. His eyes, they're grey. Hot.
I turn around to check the time on the big clock at the back of the room. 17:30. I plug in my my hair curlers as I have a date at 20:00. The guy's called Magnum Sweeny. He stole 30 million dollars in shares for a gun company. That'll be easy to casually bring up.
After I get the info I message Leo, Giovanni and Reese. They normally bust in take the guy captive get me out and then torture the guy or something along those lines. Boring.
I need to pick an outfit an old guy would like. Low cleavage, short, red. God this is easy.
When I'm finally ready I take a look at the time, 19:00, it's an hour drive to the restaurant. I walk out to the car. I hope my favourite driver Tommy is driving me there, he's a good laugh.
When u open the car door, I see none other than Mr I need a lighter
"Why are you here?" I ask in a matter-of-fact tone. "I want to see how you work, is that such a crime?" He saids, matching my tone.
It's 19:37 and we've been stuck in traffic for 10 minutes. I've been scrolling on Instagram, trying to find my netball practice timeline. Yes I play netball.
The silence is so Loud. Could he not of just let me do my job in peace. Ugh men.
When we finally approached the restaurant, Mr Bruno told me about how If I feel really uncomfortable, like i think i'm gonna die uncomfortable, spill water on my self, then ask his table for napkins.
What a gentleman, doing the bare minimum.
I walk into the restaurant, checking my hair in the window.
"Hiya, i'm waiting on a Mr Sweeny." I say to the friendly waitress. She takes me to a table for two, Places down some cutlery and then leaves. I take a moment to admire the gorgeous interior, the red tablecloths, the gorgeous roses. I wish I could go on actual date here.
I see an old man walk in, wearing a grey suit, a chain with a cross on it and his shoes are grey loafers.
The waitress escorts him over, giving me a, do you want me to walk you to your car, look. I respond by giving her a reassuring smile.
Mr Sweeny sits down. "Hello, gorgeous" he saids. Cringe. "Hello, handsome" I respond. We are talking about jobs before the waitress asks for drinks. I order a glass of strong red while orders a coke. I know exactly what he's doing.
"I actually work as a leader for the mafia." He states. "Wow" i respond, in a fake drunkenly state. "You must be really strong, Mr." I respond.
" let's take this back to my hotel room." He says. Mr Sweeny quickly pays the bill before yanking me out of my seat.
