To be owned by a Rocco

Chapter Three

TW!! ABUSE ‼️
Look like a movie star
Bridgett Smith

To be quite honest I had no idea he owned the place when he showed up to the bar.

I still have no idea what his name is. He refuses to tell me. I suppose name is power and he doesn't find the value in telling me. Antonio Rossi showed up unannounced and he has no idea I work here.

It makes sense that mystery guy thinks I'm a spy but I'm not. I haven't spoken to Antonio since our fight. And that might've ruined our relationship and nothing would make me happier than to work for his enemy.

In fact I rather love the idea.

I haven't been to Italy in three years. It's been three years since our fight and he hasn't bothered to reach out to me or my mother.

"So, the guy that you flirted with at the bar is your boss?" Sarah asks.

I take a sip of my coffee and swallow down the bitter scorching hot liquid. "Technically yes."

"You're in deep shit." She whispers.

I shake my head. "I can handle it."

"I know you can. I've never doubted you and I never will." She smiles. "So I met this guy at the club. His name was Thomas, he was charming really. But he was only into one-nightstands."

I give her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. A man will come for you eventually. Just give it time."

She shakes her head. "I know. It's just after Josh."

Josh was her high school sweetheart. They got engaged and everything. Until Josh's dad died and he took to drinking. He came home and started beating her. She didn't tell anyone until I witnessed it first hand.

You could say he's six feet under now.

I grab her hand. "It's okay. Maybe Thomas will come around."

"I hope so."

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Today is my first day off, I've been working for a little under a week and I have Sunday's off. Unfortunately my boss decided that he wants me to come to lunch with him.

I slip a black dress over my head and a pearl necklace. I get a pair of heals and I slick my hair up into a ponytail.

Bridgett's outfit

I drive to the bar he texted me the address of. I walk inside. It's a cute wooded framed bar with TVs all over the place. I walk up to the front.

"Uhm hi." I say. "This might sound stupid but I'm here for this guy. He said he made a reservation for 1:30? Tall, broad, brown hair?"

She nods, smiling. "Yes he told me. Follow me."

I scrunch my eyebrows but follow her to the bar and I see him all ready sitting at a chair. I got here early but he was earlier. He looks over at me and grins.

I sit across from him. "Boss." I greet.

"It's James."

James. His name is James. Not Ethan.

He's wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing tattoos. I've never seen this much of him.

"You look lovely amore mio." He whispers.

I tilt my head. "You look nice as well."

The bartender walks up to us. She has red curly hair with dark eyes. "Hey! What can I getcha?"

I look at him. "We'll both get a margarita please. On the rocks."

Did he just order for me?

I press my elbow into his rib cage. From the outside it looks like a warm embrace. "No I'll just get a w-"

"Thank you Shelly." He says.

I turn to face him. "Shelly? You know her? What is she your girlfriend?"

He smirks. "Jealous?"

"No." I murmur.

"I own this bar, sweetheart. I better know my employees names." He says.

Well now I feel stupid. "Does she know yours?"

There's that smile again. "Oh yes, she's gotten very familiar with it from moaning it quite a few times."

I clench my jaw, I don't know why this makes me feel so... envious? I don't even like him so maybe it just makes me sick to think about.

He leans into my ear. "I'm sure you'd like to do the same, wouldn't you?"

I sit up straight.

"Is there something you need? You invited me to spend time with you on the one day I have off."

"When you get turned on you change the subject, hmm?" He asks.

I shoot him a glare.

"No, I usually take all employees out for a drink."

With that Shelly sets our drinks down and grins madly at him. I nearly gag but I take a sip of my margarita instead.

"Excuse me, but I need to use the restroom." He says and gets up, stalking away.

Shelly looks at me. "Do you like him?"

I laugh. "Oh me? Hell no."

She tilts her head. "Mmm good you're not his type. Your not exactly..."

"I'm not exactly what?" I shoot up in defense.

"Well you're not exactly pretty. He likes pretty things. Like pets. He's a collector." She answers.

I must be gaping at her. I feel the air fill my mouth. I laugh sarcastically. "I'm not pretty? How would you like to be shot in the chest." I offer.

I'm not completely sure if I'm joking. No one else is here and I don't care if James fires me or not.

"You wouldn't fuck-" She begins.

I take my gun out that I had strapped to my thigh. I point it at her heart exactly. "Try me, cagna." Cagna: bitch.

Now it's her gaping and I pull the trigger. I spin around and James is clapping.

"Wow, Bridgett, seriously. Beautiful presentation." He says.

I pull in my eyebrows. "You don't care that I just shot your employee."

"No in fact I was hoping you would. Now what are you planning on doing with her body?"

I widen my eyes. "You're not gonna have someone help her? I mean she's still alive."

He shakes his head. "No."

I'm about to get rid of a dead body with my boss, if you told me this yesterday I would've laughed in your face.

SO HOW'D YOU GUYS FEEL ABOUT THAT LITTLE TWIST?
THEY'RE GETTING RID OF
DEAD BODIES TOGETHER
HOW ROMANTIC 🥰

ANYWAYS
I
LOVE
YOU
😘

AND SO DOES JAMES <3