Save Me, Mafia

Six

Before Konan could even explain, nor talk, Chasity stumbles towards me and flung herself onto me. She cried and again apologized over and over like a broken record. She kept asking for forgiveness while she hugged me and when I tried to pry her off, she only held on tighter, shaking her head and saying she wouldn't let me go until I forgave her. "You can go to hell," I answered. She sobs into my shoulder harder. "Now let go."

She childishly held on.

Konan came over and took her off me with her throwing a tantrum, trying to grab me while struggling to get out of his grip. He took her to the bathroom and basically locked her in there. She pounded on the door and screamed bloody murder. 

I sighed at the vigorous knocking on the door from behind me. I turned and opened it to have Mr. and Mrs. Johnson standing there looking worried. "She's drunk. I apologize. I'm...trying to get it under control."

They both tried to look around me and when they saw Konan standing there by the bathroom door, both their faces paled. "Uh," Mrs. Johnson started.

I rubbed my brow in annoyance. "Please. Just leave."

They nodded as Mr. Johnson practically pulled his wife along. Closing the door, I took in a slow deep breath before turning around only to have him already standing much closer. I looked up at him as he stared down at me. "We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about. Get the fuck out of my apartment and stay the fuck away from Chasity."

"What are you going to do about it, if I don't?" He takes a step forward whereas I stood my ground. I glared up at him unfazed. 

"Your threat won't work on me, Konan," I crossed my arms. "Want to know why? Because if you were to kill me, Chasity will end up killing herself. Trust me when I say she's done it before. You're not the first person who tried to kill me to get to her and you won't be the first person I will kill, to protect her."

"She spoke highly of her long-time best friend. She told me about it. She was drunk of course and a drunken person's word is almost always true. I commend you actually. If that fucker was still alive, I would have hunted him down myself and killed him, so you actually done me a favor. You told me to keep away from her but I'm telling you I won't."

"Who are you really?" I pried. "You can't be any old gangster. They're all too dumb to have cops be at their beck and call."

He smirked. "Why don't you ask her? Ah...that's right. You two aren't on talking terms."

"Because of you," I snapped. 

He dropped his smile, looking back at me much more deeply as if trying to see all of me. 

"What? Thought I was a scared little girl? My, my....much to learn, Konan."

He clenched his jaw and forced on a smile. "There's going to be a gathering in three days. I'll have Chasity bring you along as you are my new assistant. My father is dying to meet the person who will be taking good care of me. See for yourself, who I really am." He leans in as I glared daggers at him. "I'll be seeing you."

He pulls me away from the door and exits. 

I walked to my room and just stood there seething. I turned and glared at direction of where she was, angry. "How the fuck did you get yourself into this mess."

Come the next day, she said Konan had explained that dinner will be exquisite and high-end and to dress appropriately. Before Konan came and picked her up to go shopping and pamper her, she explained to me what had happened from the start.

Chasity went on and told me about who her family really was, not that I didn't know already. Our families did business with each other after all, it's just that because my family is so well hidden - Chasity's family doesn't know for sure who we were. But because we got the job done swiftly, they kept coming back. If she had known that all those times she went home to "visit" her family was because her family wanted to keep her safe during the open contracts, she would probably go insane. Not only that, knowing she has a murderer as a friend?