Roller Skates [Yandere Mafia x Reader]

Chapter 3 - Blood

The men clocked out for the day, and a week later, they returned. This time, it was just the two of them.

"Hello, welcome to Quaint Haven Inn. How may I help you?" I greeted them with a friendly smile.

The taller man spoke, his voice deep and accented. "Reservation for Dmitry," he stated firmly.

"Okay, would you like me to-" I began, but before I could finish, he interrupted me.

"Yes," he replied curtly, his voice as cold and sharp as a knife.

I glided over to the elevator, but this time, I noticed something peculiar. There was a faint dripping sound, and when I glanced at the taller man's hand, I saw something red trickling down his fingers.

Is that blood?

I averted my gaze, attempting to ignore the unsettling sight, and guided them to their room. "Here you are, and if you need anything, press zero on the room phone," I said, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the unease creeping over me. The blood trail dripping from his hands was impossible to ignore, and I couldn't help but wonder how I would explain this to housekeeping.

Should I report this?

Something in the pit of my stomach tells me if I do, it'll be my blood on his hands

Gliding away, I sought out the maintenance woman, Sarah, who was lounging in the break room, nearly asleep.

"Hey, Sarah, some kid just spilled some juice all over the floors in the entrance to their room," I explained urgently.

"Man, on my lunch break," she grumbled.

"I can take care of it, just give me the mop," I offered, eager to resolve the situation.

"You are a life saver," she responded gratefully.

Grabbing the mop, I made my way back to the lobby and retrieved the necessary cleaning supplies. After meticulously scrubbing away the mess, I returned to my desk, feeling a sense of accomplishment despite the fatigue beginning to set in.

As the hours passed, exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and I eventually changed into my regular clothes. Just as I was about to clock out for the day, the phone rang once again, signaling another task that demanded my attention.

"Hello," I answered the phone.

"Yes, Doll, do you have any extra towels and bandages?" the voice on the other end requested.

"Yes, I'll be sure to have housekeeping bring it right up," I replied dutifully.

"No, Doll, can you please bring it up?" the caller insisted.

"Sure," I agreed, stifling a yawn as I prepared to fulfill the request.

Descending the stairs, I retrieved the requested items and glided swiftly to his door.

"Here you are, sir," I said, handing him the towels and the first aid kit, trying not to notice the taller man standing behind him.

"You're leaving?" the man asked.

"Yeah, I'm going home for tonight," I confirmed.

"May I ask when you're going to be coming in tomorrow?" he inquired further.

"Oh, I'm off tomorrow here, but I'll be at the diner," I replied casually, not giving it much thought.

The following day, as I readied the diner for opening, my attention was drawn to a car parked outside. Curiosity piqued, I approached the entrance and found the taller man from the hotel standing alone, awaiting entry. I was in the back setting some things up for the day.

As I entered the diner, Sarah followed behind me, her voice filled with concern. "Is it just me, or is that man a little creepy?" she whispered.

Turning to look, I noticed the tall man sitting alone at a table, his demeanor somewhat unsettling.

Throughout the day, he remained silent, ignoring Sarah's attempts at conversation and instead fixating his gaze on her. Sensing his eerie presence, I approached him cautiously.

"Are you waiting for someone?" I inquired.

"No," he replied curtly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Okay... What can I get for you?" I asked, attempting to maintain a sense of normalcy despite the unnerving atmosphere.

"Same thing," he responded, his words slightly clearer this time.

It was déjà vu; the same order as last time: a Jack and Coke with a burger. I punched it into the register and brought out his meal. As he finished, I noticed the diner was closing for the night.

"Hey, the diner's closing up," I informed him.

He stared at me for a moment before pulling out his wallet and handing me a wad of cash before leaving.

It wasn't like i could just refuse it

The next day, after my shift at the diner, I headed to the hotel. In the break room, I shared my encounter with Sam.

"I'm telling you, it's weird," I confided.

"How much was it?" he asked.

"Like nine thousand, all hundreds," I replied, still bewildered by the exchange.

Just then, the bell rang, and Sam got up. "I'll get it," he said, heading to the front desk.

As he left, I leaned my head back, feeling a tickle in my throat. "I should really buy new clothes and more winter things," I mused to myself.

Deciding to lend a hand before Sam clocked out, I got up and stretched before joining Sarah in her tasks.

As I made my way to the laundry room, I noticed the fluorescent lights flickering overhead, casting an eerie glow on the linoleum floor. The air was heavy with the scent of detergent mixed with a faint metallic tang, reminding me of pennies.