If Only

Chapter 05

(Chris POV)

I sat in my office looking at my screen and scrolling through the articles on "How to Win Over a Girl?". I can't believe I a mafia leader am reading these teenage kids advices to make it up to her.

Fluffy0806: You should probably buy flowers and talk to her. Also, the more humor you put in your conversation the better.

Mysterious2012: Actually, if you are following her since you are afraid of telling her your feelings you should muster up some nerves of yours and tell her instead of acting like a scaredcat.

SnowyisWhite: You are a stalker. I am glad she kicked you hard. Lol.

MyRizz143: Dude, get her before any man does.

That's it. The idea of trying to find ways to get her in these kids sites is like trying to find a solution to sweep water from ocean. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I grab the hand and twist it.

"What the heck, dude? Leave my hand it hurts you idiot", Matthew shouted under my grip.

"You should never sneak on me if you wish to live in one piece", I say releasing his hand.

"Says the one who is beaten by a girl for the heaven sake just shut up", he scowled.

He look at my screen and I realize I didn't turn off the screen. I shut my laptop with force, I doubt I can use it again. I see that idiot grinning. 

"What?", I growled.

"Ways to win over a girl, it is? Huh?", his grin widens and mischief written all over his face.

"Don't you dare utter a word", I warned.

"You should have approached me instead of those sites you know", he says while taking a seat on the couch across the room.

"A suggestion from an idiot who didn't fall in love nor dated anyone?", I asked.

"I already told you, I might not have been on relationship or dated anyone yet. But, I do know how to make a girl fall head over heels with some actions and a little bit of charm", he says and crosses his leg.

His 6'3" figure sitting on the couch makes the couch look like a chair. His 3-piece suit restrains as he flex his muscles.

"So you want to help me?", I ask as I take a seat across him.

"On one condition", he says and leans towards me.

'And what is it?", I ask still in the same position.

"I need you to attend the meeting with the italians next week. Those morons are handful that I might lose my shit and kill them", he said. 

I knew this idiot. We are technically of same age, I am just a couple of months older. He is my safecall. If I need to tell something to someone or if I am not in my right mind it's him I call. 

"I knew you are making me a bait. You know I don't like the meetings, I will do anything other than that", I said.

"So you are cool if I kill them if they push me to the edge? You know we are short of ammo right?", he asks. Great. He chose the best timing.

"Ok, I will go instead of you. Now tell me what to do to get on her good side", I ask releasing a frustrated sigh.

"Simple, do the same thing you are doing now but with a change", he said.

"And what is that change you expect me to do?", I ask with a questioning look.

"Help her", he stated simply.