Lost in the Mafia's Game

Chapter 3

Everyone! I really quickly want to clear something up, Dominic's men were only allowed to take 5 women captive but decided to take 6 because Chanel, who is the sixth women, is intriguing. Therefore, I know that there are a view miss-spellings and I will review those in a few chapters. Again if I confused anyone! There are 6 women total; Chanel, Mallory, the girl in front of Chanel, the girl all the way to the left, and the twins!! Happy reading my Mafia lovers!!!

In the previous chapter...

I get about twenty feet when the guy who was speaking to me says, "Take one more step and you will have at least three bullets in the back of your skull." My feet come to a screeching hault....

Beginning of chapter 3

The date is November 11, 2016

I slowly turn on my heel to face the man standing behind me and come to the realization that this man is a cold dead killer.

*Flashback*

November 3, 2016

"Chanel, I'll see you Monday have a good weekend." Calls out my boss Nancy as she is walking to the elevators.

I look up at her and nod, "See you Monday Nancy!"

I really love my job, its exactly what I've been dreaming of since I was a little girl, I always loved writing and reading and even though I was too young to understand anything about fashion at the ripe again of ten I still enjoyed experiencing new types and style of writing. My parents always pushed my brother and I to do what we had a passion for, even if it wasn't the most logical idea.

I smile and put away all my paper work from this week back into my desk and lock the drawer with a key that I hide in my flower pot on my desk, I chuckle to myself "I am so werid." Gathering my things I finally shut off my desk lamp and walk to my assistants desk.

"Have a good evening I'll see you next week." I say walking by her cubical. I get to the elevators and press the basement level to go to my car. Once the doors open to the basement I am welcomed by the overwhelming scent of gasoline and cheese pizza, I smile "That's downtown Chicago for you, pizza and traffic." I walk over to my 2006 Blue Ford Explorer. It was my grandmothers when she used to drive and she gave it to me when she stopped driving. I unlock the car and climb inside and shrinking back into my seat and letting out a, Thank God it's Friday, this week was exhausting, sigh. I turn on the car and pull out and drive to my apartment in a high-rise in the middle of downtown which is only three or four blocks from Bloomings Magazine.

I know. I know. Why don't I just walk? Because, if I don't use the parking space that was given to me someone will think its not assigned to anyone and start parking there because, damn it's a really good spot and what happens if starts to snow?! I am definitely not walking in piles of snow to work, therefore I drive two minutes everyday to work and two minutes everyday home from work. Judge me. Once I pull into my parking garage, I grab my work bag and purse from the passenger seat and head up stairs to the 68th floor where my apartment is located. I manage somehow while holding two bags to unlock my door and get in, I shut the door and set my bags on the table next to the door and set my keys in my purse. It's my ritual, I put my purse and work bag on the table, put my keys in my purse, walk to my bedroom and put my shoes away that I was wearing that day, then I get to relax. After a few minutes I'm done doing my daily after work ritual and I head into my bathroom to wash my hands and put my hair in a pony tail so I can go to the gym, I've always loved the gym, it's kind of like a third home to me, after my apartment and my work of course. I change into a pair of leggings and a dry fit t-shirt and head downstairs to the gym and get my workout done. My workout usually takes me an hour give or take depending on if I have to level it up, after I finish up I head back upstairs to make dinner and be lazy. I open my pantry a grab some pasta and then go to my fridge to grab a jar of homemade pasta sauce, being ninety-five percent Italian it's customary for my family to make homemade sauce and pasta and learning to cook from my grandmother I learned all of the Italian traditional recipes and customs. Unfortunately I haven't had time to make fresh pasta but box will do fine for tonight's dinner, boy if my grandmother was here right now and she saw me using boxed pasta her head would spin all the way around. I smile at the thought of my grandmother she is such a kind woman! As I'm waiting for my water to boil for the pasta, I take my writing journal and the book I'm reading over to my island and sit down to read a little bit. Being a writer I always liked to keep a journal with me when I read just incase any sudden writing ideas or just ideas pop-up in my head I have a journal right there to tally them down in. The book I'm reading is about a Mafia in New York who is trying to take over another Mafia, it's really interesting. I wonder if Mafias even exist anymore? I take a second to jot down the question, "Do Mafias still exist...?" As I continue reading I get to a part where they are talking about a huge party with a bunch of rich men and their wives and then a huge gun fight breaks out in the middle of this event and every man in the room rips out at least two guns from their tuxedos. I hear slight bubbling from the pot and get up to go put the pasta in but not before I add a little olive oil to keep them from sticking to each other and the bottom of the pot. After I get the pasta in the pot and give it a good stir I head back to my book and continue reading...I continue reading down the page, pretty much all I'm reading is gun, gun, gun, weapon, blood, death. All on one page, I slam my book shut and push it away from me, it is completely impossible for this mafia stuff to actually happen, this is so cliché! I shake my head laughing, yeah mafia my ass. I grab the book and open the trash bin and drop the  book in.