Mafia Mischief

Mafia Mischief: Chapter #9

━━━━━🐾•✦•🐾━━━━━
Present Day
━━━━━🐾•✦•🐾━━━━━

When the armored door closed behind them, Złośliwy Lis pressed a button. "Dom. Proszę. (Home. Please.)" The car pulled up and he ushered the shifter to get in. "Don't get blood on the seats now." The shifter let out a string of curses under his breath as he got in with Złośliwy Lis getting in behind him.

"If you didn't want blood on your stupid seats, why did you shoot me?"

"If you didn't want to be shot, why were you sneaking around the office of a mafia boss?" The shifter rolled his eyes and Złośliwy Lis smirked as the car pulled away. "You may as well quit resisting. Life will be so much easier if you do."

"Sure it will," he said bitterly as he clutched his arm, "I'd be a fool to listen to you."

"You'd be a bigger fool not to. I could have killed you, and I didn't. So maybe think about why." The shifter frowned because the man wasn't wrong, but still that didn't mean he trusted him. In fact, most times when someone has the ability to kill you but doesn't do so it means they want something from you.

Less than twenty minutes later the car came to a stop and Złośliwy Lis opened the door, climbing out and gesturing to the shifter. "After you." He climbed out and glanced around.

"We're-are we underground?"

"Very good. How observant. Yes. We are. My humble abode is not for prying eyes. This way to the elevator. Thank you, Jaques, for driving us." The shifter whipped around to see a hand wave dismissively from the front of the car before driving away. "Are you coming?" Złośliwy Lis was holding the elevator door open and watching the shifter.

"Y-Yeah. I'm coming." He quickly got on the elevator and even if he wanted to try to run, he decided to bide his time. Plus, there was much more to learn before he hightailed it out of there.

"Wise choice. When we get inside, you are not to touch anything. I'll lead you to a bathroom where you can clean up. Then we'll talk about what to do with you next." The shifter swallowed thickly and nodded.

"You mean we'll talk, and you'll decide whether to let me live or if you should kill me?"

"I suppose you can look at it like that. If you want to see it that way, then by all means."

The rest of the ride up was silent save for the ding to announce their arrival at the top floor. Złośliwy Lis pulled a key out of his pocket, inserting it into a keyhole and then placing his thumb on a small panel that popped out. A small probe popped out and scanned his eye before restoring itself as the doors opened. Złośliwy Lis exited the elevator and waited. "It won't go down without those three things. So, you can just chill there, or you can come inside and freshen up."

"Mhmm. Whatever." The shifter exited the elevator which seemed to please Złośliwy Lis as he led the way to the master bathroom, turning on the light. It was the size of a one bedroom with a full shower, a jacuzzi, and a double sink. "Holy shit. I assume that's for your wife?"

"The sink? I'm sure you'd assume that but no. I just wanted a more spacious layout. I'll grab some clothes for you and leave you to shower. When you're done, I'll be in the study which is down the hall to the right, last door on the left." The shifter looked around the bathroom, his body tense with the desire to flee or fight, but he stayed put. Złośliwy Lis returned with a pair of sweatpants, boxer briefs and a white shirt.

"Hopefully those will do. Towels are in the cupboard to your right. You'll find shampoo, conditioner and body wash under the sinks. Enjoy." The shifter waited until the door closed and Złośliwy Lis's footsteps faded before turning on the shower. He quickly stripped off his soiled bloody shirt, tossing it in the trash. He tugged off his jeans and boxers, also tossing them in the trash, his wallet and phone stashed under a towel while he showered. He got in and allowed himself to relax a bit under the hot water. He took his time washing his body and pried the two bullets out, studying them before tossing them into the trash. They seemed ordinary enough that he didn't want to spend any time analyzing them.