All hers

4. Gracie

I honestly dont have a clue what i was thinking but fuck me, but like why were they all so good looking like that is not normal. Otis had these eyes they were mesmerizing i could look into them all day but why am i feeling like this, no Gracie you're not feeling anything you're meant to be emotionless, ugh i dont like this at all. Im meant to be the cold hearted donna that is untouchable so why is this happening too me, and now of all times this is not good no one can know about it not even Alfred because i would be done for if anyone knew, this is not me at all. I just cant stop thinking about them, they all had this darkness in their eyes but a softness that just drew me in even more, and oh my their hands whoo. 'Gracie stop it'

'Gracie are you okay, why are you saying stop it'

'Alfred go away im not in the mood'

'okay sorry donna'

Fuck sake, now Alfred suspects something but whats there to suspect nothings going on and im perfectly fine. Just get the bodies into my warehouse protect the done a little bit and leave them the fuck alone nothing more, nothing less. My head is just spinning like fuck off i dont like you i dont like anyone for that matter. 

I just cant seem to get rid of these thaughts.

'you know what fuck it im going out and alone'

'donna where are you going'

'out'

'okay ill come'

'no stay i need to go alone'

'okay text or call me if you need anything like at all'

...

I got into my car and drove to my nearest bar that i own. I own quite a few because i would rather sit in the comfort of my own bar and not in someone else's because for all i know it could belong to my biggest ememy.

I sat down at my usual  stool in front of the bar and a  a bar tender came up to me.

'Usual?'

'yeah'

She hands me the drink and it just takes my mind off of it slightly. Fuck im thinking of them again. It was working and emphasis on the 'was' because i thaught of them again, fuck my life.

'Bloody hell'

I came to my bar to get rid of the thaughts and in walks the three people im trying my hardest not to think about. They walk up to the bar and all get bourbon, they have alright taste i suppose. Irish is better though just saying without a doubt. Otis just noticed me sat here and now is telling the other two. Shit, fuck, ass wipe, their walking over.

'Donna, fancie seeing you here'

'yeah could say the same to you Otis but seeing as this is my bar i come here often.'

'you own this'

'yeah sure do'

'its nice'

'cheers mate'

'mind if we sit'

'go for it'

'thanks'

'mmhh'

'so why you in here'

'well i needed a break from my office so i came for a drink'

'very nice'

'what about you'

'we just wanted a drink, its good bourbon though i will say that'

'Irish is just better'

'Jamesons?'

'yeah'

'thats not that expensive so how come you drink that'

'I was braught up on drinking it and its actually one of the best, also its what i always used to drink with my nan.'

'oh im sorry for your loss'

'shes not dead, she just lives in the uk and if you couldnt tell we am in Italy '

'oh alright but thats cute'

'bitch im not cute'

'sure sure darling'

'okay matey whatever'

Now were just sat in silence drinking our whiskey. I didn't know whether to start a conversation or just here in silence drinking our whiskey.But he got to it before me anyways.

'So Gracie what's going on in that beautiful head of yours?'
Omg he just called me beautiful
'Nothing just got a lot of work at the moment'
'Yeah same, you got any more meetings today'
'Yeah 2 but the first ones with this old cow that I've business with a few times and I'm honestly considering killing the bitch'
'Yeah I think that about most of the older partners like the ones my father made deals with and I had to keep on'
'Yeah he was one of my fathers, he's not alive anymore though'
'I'm sorry for your loss Donna'
'I killed him' I said with a fat smirk on my face.
'Oh how nice'
'I know right, where's the other two by the way?'
'I think Emilio is having a smoke and Enzo is on the phone im not to sure!'
'Oh alright then' I pulled out 2 pre rolled cigarettes from out my purse with a lighter
'Want a smoke I'm going out'
'Sure but I don't smoke thing that strong' he pulled out a cigarette from a box that wasn't very harsh but would just about give you a hit.
'Alright' I said placing the other one back into my purse.

......
What do you think about Otis so far I'm thinking he's like the sweet one but also the most psycho on the inside if you get where I'm going with this.

Alright love you all xx
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