Involved with the Mafia

8.

  "Call Robby, he's the tech person," I say turning on the main computer.

  Wilson looks at me for a moment, his eyes lost in mine and mine lost in his. His lips spread wide to reveal a foreign kind of smirk I've never seen before.

"If you're the brains and Robby's the hacker, what am I?" He longingly waits for my response, tugging at his collar.

  "You're the spy, Wilson," I say, completely void of any humor.

  His smirk stays plastered on his face whilst he holds up his palms and turns to the window to call for Robby. "You want him to hack into the building, Reece?"

  I nod my head at him, staring at the blue screen that blinks Password at my face.

  "What are you going to do? Point a gun at the guy's head? Reece think about this."

  Annoyed, I look at him. He holds his phone at his ear, a look of worry on his face. It's weird how bipolar he is.

  "We'll find all of this out once Robby gets here, Wilson."

  He sighs and turns away from me. I hear his muffled voice speaking on the phone and see the blast of sunshine on his brown hair. Looking down, I see his button up shirt tucked into his black jeans, coming to a stop at his red sneakers that are untied. He never ties his shoes.

  A pang of guilt squeezes my chest. I don't think I'm going to be able to do this.

  "Wilson-"

  My words are cut short to the door knocking. Wilson and I both turn to stare at each other, this is really happening. I blink away and lift myself from the chair to open the door.

  Robby barges through and mumbles something over and over under his breath. He spins a silver object in his head over and over, in sync with the words escaping his mouth. He nudges past me and plants himself on the chair in front of the main computer, staring at the keys with letters that match the words on his tongue. 

  His fingers flick the keys and I sense Wilson's body standing beside mine. We both watch him type away on the computer with his left hand and his right grabbing a piece of paper and pen and writing what he's typing. It's been over thirty seconds and Wilson is still typing.

  Wilson nudges me and I hold up a finger to stop him from talking. Robby has the password.

  Robby clicks the enter key and all of the computers behind the main one flash bright blue and turn on in sync. A smile develops on my face along with a satisfied sigh. He spins on the chair, leans on the table and opens his mouth. "Only cost me one of the cats, but I got it. Boom."

  I walk over to him and hug him. This is the first step to the plan and Robby just figured out the passwords for all of the monitors in this room. My eyebrows furrow, remembering all of the movements of his fingers on the keyboard.

  "Thank you, Robby. But, how long was the password?"

  He shrugs. "The names and numbers of all the owner's lovers. That's the hint she told me after I gave her Ben." He pouts his lips.

  I chuckle. "Good job, Robby."

  "Who's the man? This guy!" He jumps from the chair and throws a playful punch at Wilson's chest.

  Wilson doesn't budge, but his playful smile lights up the room while Robby's devilish smirk expands.

  I roll my eyes once they start punching the living day lights out of each other. Complacent, I sit in front of the main computer and stare up at the web I created not long ago. Reaching a box of tic tacks, I pin an index card on the map where the building is located.

  "Wilson, what's his name? My father's boss?" I turn to see them fighting.

  "Nixon!" He screams, then grunts with a laugh once Robby throws a punch at his gut.

  I shake my head and smile, typing on the computer, trying to find the right picture of my father's boss. Once I do, I print it and paste it along with facts on who he is.

  Nixon Darce, first individual to lead us to the Mafia. Father of three, husband of Heather Darce. 44 years old, accused of murdering 7 men.

A/N

Tell me what you think about this chapter in the comments! Vote if you liked it :)

  Sorry for the never ending beginning, I want to build upon the characters and plot to start the foundation for the conflict. There's a lot of drama taking place, in the future, it will steer the decision making of Reece. There might be a love interest coming up soon. But will it be Wilson? Or someone completely different?

  Is he good different or bad different? The world may never know. dun dun duunnn.

  Have a nice Thanksgiving! Byeeee

-Xx_Sabrina_x