The cups of wine almost fell off the tray from a waiter suited in a black trouser, white t-shirt and a black waist coat. He had a white towel placed roughly around his arm. He seems to be new to the job.
He wasn't on his bow tie which almost pissed off a VIP customer. What made it worse was the fact that he spilled drink on the VIP's cloth.
"Son of.... Take him away!" the VIP beckoned to the two guys standing steps away.
The waiter quickly gets on his kneels to beg for forgiveness but he had already ordered two of his men to drag him away and knock some senses into him.
"I am sorry sir.... I didn't mean to. Please forgive me this one time," the waiter begged for his life.
He suddenly ordered for his release as the sound of an instrument began to play in the background. This made him calm, putting a smile on his face.
"Let go of me!" he mumbled within his clenched teeth.
The waiter adjusted his shirt which was now out of his pants. He shot the two guys that dragged him a furious and disgusted look before leaving.
The guys returned back to their position. Their boss seemed to have diverted his entire focus on something else.
There, on the podium was a young maiden. She looked elegant as she played. She played cello beautifully that she had everyone's attention. Even the bartender was moved by her performance.
She sat elegantly and her eyes were closed. Her head danced to every rhythm as she plays. It was so soft and pleasant to the hearing.
Hazel Evans, A woman in her early 20's.
She has a soft layered haircut style, arched brows, almond eyes, button nose and a heart shaped set of lips. Judging by the way she was seated. She would be 5'4" tall.
The music lasted for 2 minutes. Hazel opened her eyes to see the crowd staring at her and the smiles on their faces.
'Wow... I guess we're good. I think I played well,' she thought to herself sighing.
She smiled back nervously as they went on with a round of applause. She bowed in appreciation walking off the stage.
The VIP beckoned to one of his boys while Hazel was handed over her payment for the night. He continued to scrutinise her all over as she walked out of the lounge. The guard approached him shortly.
"Get me her details.... Looks like someone has finally appease my heart," a dominance smile took over his face.
Meet Dennis Rodriguez leader of a mafia gang. Well known as the ruthless of all mafias. Biggest billionaire in New York city. He is 27. Well suited in black clean suit.
He had a side parted hairstyle, an oval face, soft angle eyebrow, monolid eyes, delicate nose and a pointy natural set of lips. And more importantly, he has a well-built muscular feature.
The guard gave a slight nod and walked away to carry out his command.
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The night I played cello ( Mafia romance)
RomanceWhile in pursuit of her dream as a cellist, she unexpectedly formed acquaintance with a ruthless mafia with her beautiful performance which brought a lot of calamities into her life. She is basically and an orphan who has no title attached to her na...
