𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝

01 | Flames

Valentina

It's 6pm , I'm on my way to the club.

If you didn't know, I work in a club as a waitress. I work there every friday.

I get ready, wearing my black pants and white tee, and adding a black leather jacket. Takeing my keys, I get on my motorcycle and drive to the club.

As I am driving, I start thinking about Martha. She is one of the only woman I know who has been kind to me and also the owner of the club. Sometimes, she feels more like a mother to me, than my biological mother who was a pathetic bitch.

She is the only one who would call me, check on me, make me food which no one ever did except my best friend Jacob. The most tragic thing that happened to martha, was that she had lost her daughter in car crash around the time when I had taken the leadership of the american mafia.

I still remember that after becoming the donna, my fucked up mind seemingly thought that my step-father would be happy to see me, but it was the complete opposite, he threatened me telling me that if i left him again he would tell cps and make my life living hell.

A cold shiver runs up my spine about that night, I sigh when I notice that I reached the club.

 Getting off my bike, and walking to the back door I see martha leaning against the wall.  She looks up when she feels my presence and smile. "Who are you waiting for?" I questioned her, wondering why she's standing out in the slightly cold weather.

"I haven't seen you in a week, never even replied to my texts and calls" She replies with a disappointed tone, as I enter the back door and holding it open for her to come. She walks inside behind me, "I know I'm sorry, Been very busy" I slowly let the door go, letting it close on it's own as I make my way to the locker room.

I wonder why she's kind to me. She loved me like I'm her own daughter and was supportive of me  to me no matter what. Last year, was the most hardest year for me, that was when I was 15. I lost the two most important people in my life, my amore and my unborn baby. 

At that time, Martha was kind enough to give me her time, kindness, advice. I'm forever in debt to her for saving me when I was on the verge of giving up. 

There was a time when I first met her, she asked me about my past and what happened to me, I couldn't tell her the truth, I do trust her but her knowing about my real job would put her in danger so I've only told her about my job as an assassin.

Walking into the locker room, I take my uniform out. "Honey, can you stay back for a couple of hours, there are some really important people that are coming" She says to me. 

"Sure" I say looking at her stressed face. She smiles appreciatively and walks out.

As I put on my dress, I can't help but think how fucking hot I look, though it was sluty but not too sluty I like it.

Walking into the club, I head to the bar and see Marcel, the bartender. His eyes lit up when he sees me and smiles. He passes me a tray with the drinks "tabel 23" he says with a wink, I take the drinks and gently laugh at his antics.

I walk past many filthy men who were getting lap dances from some ladies, their disguisting lustful eyes making me want to puke. The only reason I work here is because Martha's club is like on of the most famous ones where all the shady stuff happens and it happens to be where most of the rapists come to have a drink, so not only do I get to drink alcohol, I also get to kill these pathetic men.

It's been awhile since my shift has ended, Walking over to the bar, I sit in one of the chairs. "Been a while since we've seen each other" Marcel says as slides me a glass of scotch on the rocks.