The Midnight Mafioso [#2]

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One secret that I learned about Moscow in those two months we have been here was that one needed to be a badass. It was a survival for the fittest, which of course was at my fingertips.

I was clad in a baggy black jacket and a black cap. I wore the jacket for a reason. I was currently in a lawyer's office waiting to be ushered in by a rude slim secretary who couldn't stop hurling glares at me. I wondered what I did wrong to her, maybe because I insulted her in English yet she did not know English. She needed to understand that she was not the first, I had a list of those I insulted while in Moscow, and one included her boss.

I was busy glaring back at the Secretary, not ready to break the gaze to lose to her but sadly, I did. A door squeaked, meaning the client who was in the lawyer's office was walking out.

It had been a month ever since I left the place, the reason being that the mammal couldn't handle my case if I did not have enough money. Lucky him because he was the only affordable lawyer I found who actually spoke English.

I got up abruptly, the same case as the secretary who was intentionally making my life harder than it was.

Her heels clicked noisily on the terrazzo as she ran towards the office. I also scurried to the same office, my old pair of boots also making the necessary noise. We both arrived at the door at the same time, and God, I hated her perfume.

"Сэр, у неё нет назначения." The bitch was quick to blurt before I could speak. (Sir, she doesn't have an appointment.)

The lawyer was a good-looking gent in his late forties. He was clad in an official black suit and a choke tie. He stared up at us. He recognized me because, from the frown on his face, he was ready to beg the world to swallow me.

He waved at the secretary and I never hesitated to give her a silly grin that she deserved. It served her better.

I walked in after the lady had shut the door. My hands were entirely in my pockets. I never hesitated or wait until I was welcomed, I plunged onto the seat facing the bothered man in front of me.

"Nice to meet you again." I grinned like a fool, I was loving how the guy was controlling the anger.

"I told you I won't take your case, I am not interested."

"It wasn't about interest, it was about money." I sat up straight. "I told you I will be back."

He fixed his loose eyeglasses. "Look here, the amount you are supposed to offer here is quite a lot. I am looking for two people who disappeared at different times. So it's for you to take this issue to the police and maybe, I don't know-"

He jerked backward when I slammed a bunch of banknotes in front of him. He stared between the batch and me in shock.

"That's for my father." I declared then pulled another pack and slammed it on the table, he gasped. "And that's for my mother."