the Mafia boss's son

Chapter 2

I take a quivering breath. I take the tray over with the milkshakes and fries to the table where the guys sit.

"Here you go, I hope guys enjoy." I tell them as I put their straws on the table for them. "Do you guys need anything else?" I ask them as I'm required to do so.

One of the guys at the end of the booth smiles and throws a straw on the floor. "Yeah, can you pick that up for me ?" He says sweetly but in a sick, twisted way. He has dark brown eyes with short brown hair and a perfectly place mole next to his right eye.

I kneel down to pick it up and give it to him. He pulls me back by my hair, the back of my head ends up on the inside of his thigh; He whispers threateningly in my ear to pick it up the right way. He shoves me forward hard. I land on my hands and my knees feel bruised instantly. I wince as I stand up from the floor. I keep my eyes fixed on the floor as I bend over and pick the straw up. My dress shows off my ass and little black lace thong that I wear underneath. I stand up and throw the straw on the table. I turn to leave but the guy lifts the bottom of my dress up and smacks my ass cheek. I jump a little while it stings, leaving a red hand print where his hand once was.

Out of nowhere the boy that sat next to me in class earlier today throws his milkshake at the guy with brown hair as hard as he can. There is chocolate all over the guy's shirt and broken glass all over the floor and table.

"WHAT THE FUCK GRAYSON ??!!?" The short brown haired guy stands up and yells at tough guy. I stand back a little so I don't get tangled up in whatever these guys are starting.

Grayson gets up, making his other friends move out of his way. He gets over to his friend with chocolate all over his chest and slaps him with the back of his hand, making him fall out of the booth. The guy crawls away from him an inch or so before Grayson grabs him by the throat. He leans in and growls.

"Don't you ever, touch her like that again. Do you understand me jack ?" Grayson questions him. His voice has gone deep and mysterious, like it's from a whole other person. Jack's eyes widen and nods his head desperately trying to get away from Grayson.

Grayson lets go and Jack holds his neck gasping for air. "There is something seriously wrong with you dude. " Jack coughs out. Grayson grabs his leather jacket, throwing it over his shoulder while tossing me a quick sympathy look over the same shoulder. My heart feels like it stops as soon as he looks at me. He turns around, steps right pass Jack and walks out of the diner like he owned the place.

I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding. My head finally comes back down to earth as I grab the broom and clean up the broken glass. The guy named Jack left me a $20 tip and gave me an awkward smile before walking out after his leader. Then before you know it they all left without a word.

My manager came out asking me all types of questions like, "What happened?" "Do you know those boys?" "Why is one of glasses broken?" I told her everything that just went down. I also said that I didn't know those guys because I truly didn't.

"Are you ok?" My manager asks me, placing her cold hand on my burning skin. I nodded.

Did he flip out on that guy because of the way he touched me? What did tough guy whisper to him?

My manager told me to go home early. "I think you've had enough excitement for one night sweetheart." I laugh with her, also giver a weak smile and telling her that I think she's right. I clock out after cleaning up the mess those guys left for me. I wave her good night as I leave for the night.

I don't even bother with the bus. I walk the whole way home. The early autumn breeze is taking it's first stroll of the season on this warm summerish night. I look up to the sky and see all the stars dancing with one another, the moon brighter then ever and not even a cloud in the sky. I take my bun out letting my strawberry blonde hair fall down to the middle of my back. I kick my shoes off as well and decided to carry them in my hand instead of walking in them.

I slowly walk up my porch my steps. I reach for my front door nob, and before unlocking it I hesitated. I lean my head on the cool door frame. My skin is still hot and boiling from everything that happened. I need to calm myself down.

After getting changed into some fluffy and soft pajamas, I went into my bed room and opened the window. I climbed onto the roof of my porch, bringing a bottle of whiskey with me. I looked at the stars once more for answers to my sad and pathetic life. I take a swig straight from the bottle. I bring my knees up chest and start to cry.

The more I drink the more I cry. Finally I get mad at myself for even crying and chuck the bottle into the alley next to house across the street from me. "You never did anything to fix your life, why start crying about it now? And drinking won't fix anything y/n. You should know that by now. " I whisper to myself as I watch cars pass by on the street below me.

They look as if you colored beetles and gave them two flash lights instead of pinchers.

"Your parents would be so disappointed in you y/n." I crawl back into the window and fall onto my soft tan carpet. " Well I guess it's a good thing they're not here to see it then y/n. " I tell myself, laughing as my vision starts to blur with the tears forming in my eyes. My laughter slowly turns into sobbing as curl into a ball on my bedroom floor. I cry myself to sleep that night.

It's not the first time it's happened and it sure as hell won't be the last.