Relationship Status: Mafia

Chapter 30

Alice POV

To my surprise, Matsuo drove us to a restaurant in the city. Today it's just me and him with none of his men lingering around. As we left the penthouse Zhen avoided Matsuo as he is obviously not in a good mood. Come to think about it, Matsuo is always in a bad mood but this time it's different after Aaron mentioned Matsuo's father.

We sat across from each other sitting in the middle of the busy restaurant. It's not the type of place I thought he would bring me to, it was actually a decent restaurant and for once I didn't feel out of place. This place seems more like a hole-in-th-wall type of place and it's quite refreshing. The fine dinning was starting to get old.

People around us genuinely laughed, and had a good time with company. Very different from the snobs at the high class restaurant Matsuo brought me to when we met Anthony and his pet snake, Serena.

Our waiter stopped by our table placing plates of raw meats and vegetables on the table. I stare aimlessly unaware as to what I'm suppose to do since it is my first time at this type of restaurant. The waiter ignited the flame for the grill before he left. Matsuo then used his chopsticks to place the meat on the grill along with other vegetables. The sizzle alone made my mouth water and the smell that followed after is divine.

For the past week I've been living off
of sandwiches and snack cakes, so the smell of real food made me ridiculously hungry.

I look down at my plate setting that only consisted of spoons and a pair of chopsticks that I loathed. I will not use those damn tooth picks, if I wanted to drop and waste food then I would use them.

Maybe I should ask for a fork. I bite my lower lip as I look around for our waiter.

"Having trouble?"

Matsuo's low voice brought my attention back to his curious brown eyes.

"No."

I widen my eyes when Matsuo smiles, an actual smile. He reached over taking my plate piling grilled meat and veggies on to before placing it back in front of me.

This is odd. He never smiles or does anything but threaten and insult me, so he must be deeply troubled today. He continues to cook meat as I look back down at my chopsticks.

This will not end well.

I grip the chopsticks firmly in my hand slightly annoyed as I watch Matsuo skillfully use his. First attempt at grabbing a piece of pork failed droping it on my pants. I grunt frustrated at the damn utensils. Matsuo let out a throaty laugh watching me struggle ceasing his laughter when I give him a pointed look. Next attempt I stab the meat with one of the sticks while glaring at him.

"Have you ever been to Korea, cop?"

Tilting my head to the side I crease my brows in confusion. He is acting so parculiar, it almost seemed that he is interested in my personal life.

"No, but you already know that because you have a file with my life story inside it." I stiffly answered.

Matsuo flipped the strips of meat on the grill once before setting down his chopsticks. His brown eyes locked on mine, hollow and empty as before but there was saddness that he was pushing back.

"I know everything about you," he sips his tea without breaking eye contact. "You lived with your parents in Brooklyn, Susan and Nathaniel Danvers, until you were 18. You graduated with nothing short than mediocre score in high-school and college. Not once have you ever left the country, or the city for that matter."

I clench my fist tightly as Matsuo speaks of my life as if it was nothing. It angered me that he knew all of this with out my consent like some creep.

"For a years you bounced from job to job until you joined your father's old precinct. In your second year you made detective, pretty fast I must say for someone like you, so I naturally assume your father had a hand in that." Matsuos eyes looked right through me, and I press my lips together in to a firm line barely able to keep eye contact with him. "Within your first year you made quite the impressive reputation for yourself." I catch the sarcasm in his voice which angered me more. "Three years ago your mother-"