𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

four

I was at his door and knocking in no time.

"Come in." His deep voice boomed from the other side.

I pushed open the door, stepping on the ends of the too big sweat pants. I'm guessing these clothes are his.

"Sit." He gestured to the seats in front of his large mahogany desk, not even bothering to look up from the papers in front of him.

I glared at him for his tone but sat down nonetheless. My feet were tired from all the standing in the shower.

"You wanted to see me?" I said in a mock sweet tone.

He finally looked up from his papers to give me a deadpan icy stare, "Yes. I need to know who it is you're looking for."

"How do I know I can trust you with that information?" I raised a brow.

"Come on Marie. I don't have time for this." He said in a whiny tone that also showed authority.

"No. I need collateral. A piece of information from you for information from me." I shrugged my shoulders and looked into his eyes defiantly.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "You are so God damn difficult. dolore nel." (pain in the ass)

"You have milked me of all this information, but I know nothing about you? Doesn't seem very fair to me grande capo uomo." (big boss man)

"You know I am the leader of a fucking mafia. What more collateral do you need?" His accent was especially strong in his annoyed state.

"If I'm going to tell you my plans, then it's only fair you tell me the ones I'm soon to be involved in."

I could see his resolve melting, and he pressed his lips together until they looked like a line, "We want to send you in to honey trap an asshole we need information out of. Good enough?"

I smiled, "Sure. I don't have much information on the man I'm looking for except for the fact he is skilled in murder and is a man."

"Oh that's great, difficile. Very much to go off of." (difficult one)

I glared at him, "The mother fucker doesn't want to be found."

"Why are you looking for him?" He sat down the pen that's been in his hand since I came in and looked deeply into my eyes.

"He killed someone dear to me."

"Who?" He pressed.

"That doesn't matter capo."

"Whatever." He stood up, "You achieve this mission, we help you find this mystery man."

"When is said mission." I asked, standing up also.

"Tomorrow."

"Oh really. Well thanks for the heads up!" I rolled my eyes and turned to leave.

"Maybe if you do well, my men will take you out to shop tomorrow. After you finish up." He added the last part quickly.

"You don't want to take me?" I smirked.

"Out." He waved me off with his hand.

Smiling, I turned away and shut the door.

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The next day came in such a hurry — as it does when you're willing it to slow down.

I woke up to Marcelo banging on the door and barging in unannounced, "Get dressed difficile, we have a long day ahead of us."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes groggily, "Go away."