His secret

chapter 1

"Abby how are you this fine morning" i was asked by Kori who is leaning against the counter

"let me think, i was woken up thirty minutes before alarm went off by honking sound, turned out i was out of coffee, i was close to missing the buss and almost fall asleep in it" i tell him and he raises his hands in air

"Does that mean I should hold myself back from today's pick-up line?" he asks, and I shook my head

"Do you know who I'll be for Halloween?" he asks, and I bite my tongue to keep from saying, Someone who makes better life choices...

"I was hoping to be yours, but I'll be a pumpkin instead," he winks at me

i sigh and say "and that's why you're single" he makes a sad face and i roll my eyes "are you gonna order anything or just stand there" i question

"hmmm" he starts to think while looking at the menu as if he doesn't know what's on it, I'll let it slide since there aren't people here yet

"let... me... get... hmmm" he starts to talk in slow motion, god sometimes i wanna kick him

"you're thinking of hitting me aren't you" he asks with a sly grin on is face and i just narrow my eyes, not that I'll ever do that, he's much bigger then me, 6.3 to be exact, he's rugged probably from all the thinking to want joke he should pull out next

"okay, I'll get hot americano please" he smiles, i don't charge him of course, we have known each other since i moved in new York, about 2 and a half years now

i remember the day we first meet, it was night when the plane landed in new York, i was going where i rented an apartment, some guy was following me and then he showed up out of no where, i was kind of more scared of him at the time then my stalker, he claimed to be my boyfriend and walked me to the apartment and guess what...

i was scammed... there was no apartment, i was on the edge of tears because everything was going wrong, in new city with stranger no where to go, but he turned out to be a nice guy, you may say I'm too trust worthy and maybe yes i was at the time but that's what got me to here

he helped me with everything, i never asked why, i didn't wanted him to have and dauts and rethink of helping me, i just accepted, and that's how he got me this job, the café where I'm working as a barista and a cashier

"to go or..."

"no I'll stay here, you know see if any Karen's will give me some show to watch" i roll my eyes and see as he takes a seat nearby

time passes by, he left after an hour or two said he'll be late for work, and for the record he doesn't tell me what he does for it, i mean he does leave me with good tip after i make him drink since i don't let him pay

today i work full time, one of the girls got sick so i have to work till late, but I'm fine with it as long as I'm getting paid

there weren't lots of customers, mostly because it started to rain after four, and now it's eight meaning we're closing in an hour, thirty minutes pass by and no one shows up rain has calmed down, i guess i can start cleaning the machines and to get ready to close the café?

so i started to do that, i was done before 10 minutes till closing the café and that's when i hear someone enter...

i let out a big sigh, i just love how lucky i am, should i tell them we're closed? but of course my manager slash owner is here, he would tell me that 10 minutes is more then enough to make them a drink, but maybe he won't hear if i say it quietly? meh worth a try

"I'm sorry sir we're closed" i tell to gigantic man that just entered, and let me tell you better, there's two of them, just great

"we're not here for a drink" one of them said who is wearing dark brown suit

"then how can i help you" i try to not show that I'm scared of them, i mean they didn't really gave me reason to, but their appearance and aura says different

"we're here for Mr. Lorenzo"

"mister who?" i furrow my eyebrows, who is that?

"don't act clueless, he's the owner of this place, Lorenzo Razi" the other one says, i can tell he's not from here, his accent is foreign, Italian or Spanish

"oh you mean Enzo Razi? yes i can call him, he's in the back" his friends maybe? he has some weird ass friends, i have seen one or two

i go in the back "what" god he's always so rude

"someone is calling for you' i tell him, he let's out a big sigh, stands up and freezes when he sees them

"oh mister Silvestri, what do i own the pleasure" he asks his voice is shaky, he looks anxious? scared?

"i think you do know" damn, i look at the time and see it's 9:01, my time to go i guess

"umm, aa- sorry to interrupt but it's time for me to leave" Enzo looks at me in a way that freezes the hell

"you don't have to" he then forces the smile

"oh no it's fine, my work hour is over" i return a fake smile as i take off my apron and left

i walk to the bus station and see it won't come another 10 minutes, i search for my phone to just scroll through it while waiting but it's no where to be seen

shit did i left it there? i do have time to return and grab it real quick, fuck it, i go running back to the café

i look through the door which is all glass by the way and see what won't be my problem tomorrow, a mess, not like dirty glasses kind of mess but broken chairs, coffee all over the place and him

Enzo on the ground with blood on his cheek and white shirt, what the fuck is happening i then hear voice of guy in black suit

"siamo stati così gentili da darti un mese, ora, dove sono i soldi Lorenzo" (we were kind enough to give you a month, now, where is the money Lorenzo)

i have no idea what they're talking about, it's for sure is Spanish or Italian they sound pretty similar to me, i don't know ether of the languages

"signor Silvestri, prometto che lo avrò, ho solo bisogno di più tempo" (Mr. Silvestri, I promise I will have it, I just need more time)

what am i supposed to do now, i need my phone, it's my day off tomorrow and I'm for sure won't be returning here even for a minute

i then see guy who Enzo called Mr. Silvestri turns and i quickly hide on the said of the door which isn't made out of glass, did he saw me?

my heart beats so fast that i can't hear anything, i look on the side towards the glass, and see him staring at me, i quickly put my hands on my eyes, it's not a problem if i didn't see the criminals face right? i mean as long as he thinks the same

"what is it" i hear other guys voice

"just a cat" he answers, he turns around his eyes not leaving me till his back was fully turned from me

on the second thought i can manage to be without phone for a day or two, yeah I'll be fine, i run to the bus, thanks god he waited for me and i headed home, trying to forget what the hell i just saw.