The crisp autumn air blew past me. I was in my black platform boots and ripped black jeans with my black and green monster hoodie. I flipped my hood up as I walked down the crowded street. I walked into the dinner to grab my coffee of the day and maybe a cookie. I'm unsure, yet as I stood in line, the smell of warm chocolate chip cookies flooded my nostrils, making my stomach growl. As it came to my turn, I didn't hesitate to order my favorite things. I'll have a vanilla bean frappe with caramel drizzle on top and a chocolate chip cookie, please. I said with a smile. Sure thing that will round to about $20 miss, the man said. I handed him a 20 and went to my seat and waited for my number to get called soon my number came up and I got my order and went to my seat I usually sit in the far back but this time I felt like sitting close to the exit. So I did, as I ate my cookie, a stranger sat in front of me and slipped me a piece of paper then left. I read the Hand written note. Meet at the back behind the store. It read so I finished my food and went to the back. Their stood the stranger and my second in command. Oh, I forgot to mention I'm in the mafia, but it's a secret. Hey Steven, who's your friend? I asked as I arched my brow. This is Connor, my source. Unfortunately, he is no longer a source for Intel as his gang was shot up he was once dead due to the vile, but now he's alive and he's gonna join our crew, right boss? Steven asked. I guess I mean, he was loyal, and he knows the most info and helped aid us in battle a few times, but no one caught onto him, so yea, welcome to the team Connor. I said as I held out my hand for him to shake. He shook my hand firmly. The pleasure is all mine. He said with a grin.
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One Day At A Time
General FictionThis is a story about my idea of a mafia life. This story is completely fiction.