Tell Me Pretty Lies (Mafia Boss x Reader)

Chapter One: King of Hearts

His eyes had been on you the whole night.

You straightened your uniform and continued to serve customers, gratefully accepting tips from scores of drunks. Music blared across the club, drowning out all voices as you headed for the bar.

"Ian!" you called, your voice nearly lost in the beats. "Ian, I need another tray!"

The bartender turned to you and lifted a platter of drinks from under the counter. He handed them to you, making sure you didn't lose your balance. "Take these to the VIP area, okay? You remember the training video?"

You nod, carefully making your way towards the isolated VIP section, the purple light bathing your body in a soft glow. To your surprise, the plush white couches are all empty, save one. A man knelt in front of the couch, sobbing, his entire body convulsing as he spoke words you couldn't make out, his tone pleading and desperate. He groveled at the feet of the man on the couch. Your eyes trailed up to his face, his piercing green eyes locking with your own. He examined you a moment, running a hand through his shaggy black hair.

"Well, don't just stand there, sweetheart." his deep voice had a slight laugh to it, he seemed amused by you. "Come on, come here."

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your daze, and approached the couch. "Would you like a drink, sir?" you ask, lowering the tray so he could see the array of drinks.

He hummed and looked up into your eyes, his lips curving into a smile. "Yes, I'd love one, darling." The man lifted an icy blue drink off the tray, maintaining eye contact with you. "You're new here, aren't you?"

You hesitate before responding. "Um...yes. Yes, sir, I am." You lift the tray back up, glancing nervously at the man still on the floor crying.

"Ah ah ah," the man on the couch reaches up and places a finger on your chin, tilting your head back towards him, "don't worry about him. What's your name, love?"

You look down at him, confused. You could report him to management for touching you, but something about him told you that it would have no effect. "My name's (Y/n)."

He smiles gently. "A lovely name for a lovely lady." The man lifts your free hand to his mouth, kissing it. "I'm Dimitri. Tell me," he grins up at you, his dazzling smile making your breath catch in your throat, "what's a pretty thing like you doing working a job like this?"

You're taken aback, hesitating before answering him. "I'm just trying to provide for myself, sir."

He laughs, the sound cute yet intimidating. "Of course you are, darling, but why here? A nice little lady working in such a house of degeneracy..." he smirks up at you, a dark look in his eyes.

"It's the only place that would take me." You frown, remembering the countless interviews that had come to nothing because of your lack of job experience.

He looked down, shaking his head. "Well, that's no good. Tell you what, darling." He looks up at you, putting a finger over his lips and winking. "You go tell your manager that Dimitri needs to borrow you for a bit, and then run back here. I'd fancy a talk with you."

The man on the ground is still sobbing and shaking, his face pressed to the carpet. You shake your head slightly. "Sir, I'm on my shift, and I've already used my break."

He tsked slightly, smiling and leaning on his hand. "Don't worry about that. Your manager will let you go, trust me. I own this place, after all."

Your eyes widen at his words as you realize he's the club's owner. "Oh...well...I'll...I'll ask..." you stammer out, not wanting to anger him and possibly get fired.

He smiles. "Great, be back in a few minutes then.

You silently push back through the crowd and walk to your manager's office, knocking on the door. "Greg?" Opening the door, you step inside the dim room. "Greg, I need off my shift."

"Didn't you take your break already?" The bearded man questions you, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, but Dimitri said he wants to talk with me..."

Greg's eyes widen slightly, a hint of fear flashing through them. "Oh, I see...take the rest of the night off, (Y/n), don't worry. We're not overly busy tonight." He seems nervous as he shoves you out the door, quickly shutting it behind you.

You walk over to the counter and clock out, stopping your walk as Ian questions you. "You leaving? Everything okay?" he asks, wiping out a glass.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Greg let me go for the night because Dimitri wants a talk."

Ian's eyes narrow slightly. "Be careful, (Y/n)." he leans closer to you and whispers, his breath smelling faintly of alcohol. "Boss is involved with our local mafia...heads them up, in fact. He practically runs the whole town. This little community's economy would collapse without his shady work holding it up. It would be dangerous to cross him...safest to do whatever he says..." Ian leans back, concern in his eyes. "Just be safe, okay?"

You slowly nod, processing this new information. A mafia boss... you think. Runs the whole town, this tiny community? I thought things like this only happened in cities...

As you return to the VIP section, you climb the stairs to spot Dimitri, his eyes closed as he sips his drink. The man groveling on the ground is no longer there, the carpet bloodstained where he had been, and streaks of red leading out the exit door. You jump at the sound of Dimitri's voice. "Ah, darling." he smiles, patting the couch beside him. "Come have a seat."