Mafioso

Chapter 3

Micah

Nothing was more dreadful than the alarm clock going off just a few hours after falling asleep. I quickly dressed in my uniform, just a pair of skinny black jeans and a forest green button-down shirt. I skipped brushing my teeth because I had hit the snooze button too many times, and it would have been the choice of going to the bathroom or brushing my teeth. I quickly threw on my coat and boots, hoping I had grabbed everything I would need for my morning shift. I grabbed my bag that held my apron, name tag, and my bow tie that hung on the door handle.

I quickly exited my apartment, locked the door, and walked outside. This time of the morning was typically quiet, with all of the troublemakers leaving the streets to the gutters where they came from and the people who worked regular daylight hours still resting in their beds. Of course, a few stragglers were rising before the sun just as I was to work a hard day at a blue-collar job that didn't pay shit just to survive.

The walk to work was a typical one, colder than fuck, I was tired as fuck, and already done as fuck with the day. When I got to the cafe, I opened the back door from the alleyway for employees only. The fresh smell of espresso filled the air, calming me.

"You're late, Micah!" My boss Sherry– an alpha– yelled behind the counter.

"You should be more worried if I'm on time at this point, Sher. So what do you need me to do today?" I mumbled, shuffling behind the counter and into the kitchen area.

"Well, you need to get your cute ass into your uniform. Are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday? How many days has it been that you've been wearing that shirt? 3 or 4 days now? You know hygiene is something you're supposed to keep up with, right?" She raised one of her perfectly groomed brows at me.

"I'm like Arthur from that PBS show, and I never change my clothes; I have like 3 of these shirts because it suits my skin tone. So, in short, fuck off, Sher." I glared up at her.

She was a tall goddess of a woman, and if I were straight, I would be trying to fuck her daily. Her hair was styled into a short pixie cut, and her black hair faded into blue tips. Her face had high cheekbones, a prominent nose, and thin cupid bow lips. She was stunning.

"Well, you're gonna need to change it up, a little princess. Our regulars are going to think you're a dirty omega."

"For all our customers know, I'm a beta, and I don't smell like an omega." I shrugged, plopping my bag down, pulling my apron out of the bag, putting it on. I laced it up in front of me, tying it together. "Can you help me with my bowtie?"

"Look, kid, the BetaT isn't working as it used to a couple of years ago. I can tell you're an omega now lately. Your scent is becoming more potent. To be honest, you might need to try getting on one of those suppressants." Sherry crossed her arms and pursed her lips. I rolled my eyes, putting the bowtie around my neck, coming over to her. "You remember what I told you when you first started, right kid?"

"How am I a kid to you? I'm only two years younger than you!" I could feel my face becoming red.

"No diverting this topic, Micah. You know what I told you, the moment you become a liability to me is the last moment you'll be employed with me. Get on suppressants." She said in a final tone.

"I can't afford them, not with the shitty healthcare the bar provides. You know I've been barely scathing by getting the BetaT injections." I frowned, biting down on my cheeks to stop myself from crying.

"I can't take the risk, kid. You heard what happened at the valley view mall a while back, right? One of their Omegan employees fell into heat, and Alpha's in the shops nearby came into the place and tore it up. Nothing was salvageable, and the omega was hospitalized. I can't risk that, Micah. I'm sorry. This cafe is all I have. My parents thought this was a fever dream of mine. I just wanna prove to them that I can run a successful business." I nod my head, no longer wanting to talk about this topic.