A Mafia Boss Just Barged Into My Humble Abode

Chapter One

I stared at the ceiling over my head. My oversized shirt rolled up, revealing my stomach and the huge scar on its side. My short shorts in turn, revealed the multiple scars on my legs; but I didn't care. I just didn't care anymore.

My iPhone rang and I glanced at its black case. I sighed and grabbed it, holding it a few inches over my face. I just hoped that I wouldn't accidentally let go, and make the hard case punch me in the face.

Eve: opn

I furrowed my brows in confusion as I stared at the message. I knew that she had a broken phone, but really? I sighed and racked my brain for the answer.

Opn. Opn. Opn. Was it supposed to be Orz - the emoticon of a desperate/exasperated/disappointed person on all fours? No, no. I scratched the idea out. She wasn't the type to be desperate/exasperated/disappointed that easily.

"O. P. N. O. P. N. Opn." And it finally clicked, "open!" Excitement coursed through me as I jumped up. But wait, open what?

Wolfe: What should I open?

Eve: dor

Wolfe: You're outside?

Eve: y

Taking the 'y' as a yes, I threw my phone onto my bed and walked out the bedroom. I made a beeline to my front door. Lo and behold, a pair of bright green eyes met mine. Her raven black hair cascaded down to the small of her back in small waves.

"Wolfe!" She screeched, making me wince. She pulled me into a warm hug, making me giggle. I hugged her back and pushed her away after a few moments. I held her at arms length and stared into her green orbs.

"You really should fix your phone." I muttered, grinning. "What you want, woman?" She pushed past me and entered my humble abode. I rolled my eyes and closed the door.

"Where's Kelly?" She asked, looking around.

"Mum said that she's staying with Ben for the day." I shrugged and she nodded, plopping on the couch. I smiled slightly at the thought of my mum moving on. She deserved this after all the shit I made her go through.

Eve stared at me like I was a walking time bomb. I furrowed my brows. It's a perfect Saturday afternoon, what would make me angry? My eyes widened as it dawned to me. Don't tell me-

"They're dating. Again." She mumbled, confirming my suspicion. I groaned and plopped down beside her. I clenched my fists at the mention of my ex-best friend's love life. Anger coursed through my veins.

"No shit." I said sarcastically, "they've been on and off so much that I would be surprised if they didn't start dating again." She frowned at my statement.

"You didn't let me finish!" She scolded and I raised my hands up in defense. She sighed, "she told him that it was his last chance. He screws it up and she's out. Forever." She huffed victoriously. My heart dropped. I shook my head, tears forming.

"That's what she said last time. Before she slapped me because I told her that he wasn't worth it. Remember? So here I am, asking you to gossip to me about her idiotic love life because I secretly care for the bitch." I yelled and leaned back into my fluffy couch.

"Wolfe," she sighed, "ice cream?" I nodded as she walked off to my fridge. I buried my head in my knees and moments later Eve popped out of the kitchen with two spoons and buckets of ice cream.

"Movie?" She asked silently. I nodded again as I took a bucket from her. I didn't bother crying anymore. Sure, the tears formed but they didn't fall. They never did after my father's death.

Maybe I was just... Tired. Eve played with the remote for a little bit, and I just stared at the screen with distant eyes. After a few hours, Eve left saying that she had a dinner to attend to, and a few moments later, my mum told me that she was staying at Ben's.

Here I was alone in the dark living room, in front of the T.V. I glanced at the clock. 1:35 A.M. I sighed and stared at the T.V. I grabbed the remote, deciding to change the channel. I clutched my duvet to my chest as I sat cross legged on the couch.

With all the shit happening in my life, I know for a fact that nothing can make it even more worse than it is now.

And you want to know something else?

I spoke too soon.

The front door slammed open, revealing three bloodied men. I froze and dropped the remote as four pairs of eyes darted to each other. Elsa's famous song 'Let It Go' sliced through the silence moments.

My eyes trailed to the man in front of me. His electrifying blue eyes stared right back at me as one of the men behind him locked the door.

"Frozen? Really?"

Be honest, will you continue reading this?

It is what it is. A trial story.

So do tell me if you'll continue reading this or not.

More like, if no one wants to continue reading this then, ya, it's an out.