Glimpse- An Obsessed Mobster Love story

Epilogue - Bonus Chapter

Ambrose was running late.

Usually, John wasn't a punctual man himself, but considering they had a dinner reservation to get to, he had actually gotten downstairs to the hotel lobby on time. John rechecked his watch, angling the face of it to see it better under the glittering lights of the fancy resort that Ambrose had booked for their holiday.

7:14. He's almost fifteen minutes late, and he is NEVER late.

Of all the things to thwart their dinner plans, it was lost luggage that had done it. Much to Ambrose's ire, the airline had lost all his bags, including the one holding the suit he had prepared for their fancy dinner evening. So an hour ago, he went to buy himself a new one from a suit shop connected to the hotel.

He got onto me about being downstairs on time, and now he's late. He'd better believe he's going to be getting an earful from me!.

John glanced at the shiny revolving doors again. At this rate, they'd be so late that the restaurant wouldn't honor their reservation. The ring box in his pocket felt heavy. If all went according to plan, he would ask Ambrose that crucial question and possibly start calling him fiance instead of boyfriend... but the fucker was late.

Just as John took a determined step toward the exit to find Ambrose himself, the man of the hour walked through the doors. Even a year later, Ambrose's appearance still punched John in the gut like a wrecking ball. He had gotten himself a suit, and he looked fine as hell. It was dark, perfectly complimenting his black hair, and the tie was almost the exact same shade as John's own blue suit jacket.

Aw, he matched with me. John's lips tilted up, and he started to raise his hand, but then he froze. Ambrose's stormy eyes scanned the room, searching. When he found John, they locked stares for less than a full second of time, barely a millisecond. John let his hand fall. Something was wrong.

Ambrose let his gaze move beyond John and continued walking. Right behind him, two men wearing classic security suits and ties, complete with little earpieces and dark sunglasses, practically stepped on his heels in their effort to remain right at his back. To any outside observer, it was just another rich man and his security lackeys. To John, it was something else entirely.

He felt rooted to the spot as Ambrose led the two men right past John and towards the two elevators; one brought people up to the rooms, and one brought guests down to the parking garage under the hotel. John opened his second sight and Looked.

They're going to take him to the parking garage. I bet they've got a getaway car for their abduction. Fuck that.

John put his phone to his face and started jogging to the elevator.

"Yeah, I'm on my way down!" He said loudly as he jogged past the men. "Hold on for like another two seconds. I'll be in the garage. I'm literally getting in the elevator now, goddamn!"

John slid into the elevator and hit the 'close door' button before the men leading Ambrose could get inside with him.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen seconds to get from the lobby to the parking garage. John internally counted as he descended. The doors dinged cheerfully when they opened. He looked around, but no one was down there in the concrete bunker. Fancy cars filled the spots. Thirteen seconds for it to get back up, five for them to get inside and hit the button, and thirteen to get back down. If I want to see which car they are taking.... Fuck I'm not good at math. Oh, fuck it.

John decided just to leave his second sight open and Look constantly so he wouldn't miss anything. He would risk getting high for Ambrose. And it's not like Ambrose can get mad at me. It's not my fault this time.