Gangster In Love

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Melissa POV

The mailbox hinge squeaks open as I dig inside. Bumping his head against my hip, my dog Seymour gets tangled up in his leash. He's still tired after his afternoon walk, snuffling around for interesting scents.

Let's see... Bills, bills junk mail... Oh! I see a large postcard stands out among the rest of the usual, addressed to me. I head inside and lock the door behind me. I toss everything else aside and take a closer look at the postcard.
The lights outside is fading, so I click on one of the kitchen lamps and sit down at the counter.

"Aw, a postcard from mom and dad... Look, Seymour!" I said bending down to show my dog. Seymour is a Dalmatian, and he is such a cutie pie with his black spots coaxing his fur. He sniffs it curiously before sneezing.

"Dear Melissa. We are having a blast on our second honeymoon. Hope you stay safe, and remember to always keep your chin up!" I read out loud. Hmm I wondered. I check the back of the postcard. That's it? Well, if I were on an extended second honeymoon, I wouldn't put too much effort into writing either. Pinning it to the kitchen fridge, I hum tunelessly to myself and start making dinner.

For the past few days I've been house sitting for my parents while they're away. It's nice to have my old room back, but mostly I've been enjoying all the extra kitchen space. No cup ramen while you have a designer stove to work with kid I thought to myself.

"Any requests, Seymour?" I asked him. He yawns once and curls up in his favourite spot under the kitchen table. "All right, pasta it is" I said mostly to myself. It's far too quiet here to be by myself, so I flick on my tablet and set the volume on full blast.

It opens to a program full of laughter, on center screen a smoothly polished, familiar face. One of my favourite TV talk shows is on. Today it looks like they have a local guest.
The interviewer started speaking, "So Mr Monroe-"but he was cut off by Mr Monroe "Please, call me Kevin. Unless we're on opposite sides of the courtroom, there's no reason to be so formal." The interviewer laughs again. "So are you allowed to share any of the juicy details regarding your latest victory?" Kevin Monroe flashes the interviewer a hundred watt smile, but doesn't answer yes or no. the interviewer looks at Mr Monroe and smiles back and asks a different question, "You're defending a high-profile client from some...less than reputable people, or so I hear?" Kevin stares at the interviewer with a small smile on his face, "The rumour about my client being sued by the mob is pure slander." The interviewer sits back in his seat "but there are-"he was cut off again by Mr Monroe, who was slightly getting irritated. Firmly, but unkindly, he spoke. "My client is an actress. She's a talented, successful, and highly-driven woman in the public eye. People are going to say all sorts of things about her. And while I can't stop people from talking, this is one rumour I'd like to put to rest right now, if at all possible."

Yeah, no kidding I thought to myself, agreeing with what Kevin Monroe said. "Even if she was getting sued by the mob, no one wants that blasted all over social media." I spoke to no one particularly. I just think that people should mind their own business and stop pestering the woman; she's also human and has her own issues to get to. I can't even imagine how terrifying that might be. Better her than me, though.

Curious about the case, I open a new tab and do a quick internet search on Kevin Monroe. I'd never really looked him up before, but he seems to take on cases for the ultra-rich and famous.

I quickly went to the previous tab of my favourite show and saw the interviewer still asking questions. "So would you ever go out with someone who doesn't already fly in your circles? Like, say...one of our lovely viewers?" The live audience starts cheering at the prompt, and I hear at least one distinct wolf-whistle. Kevin bows his head a bit, but still smiles. "Why the sudden shift to that? I'd rather hear more about you. How would you answer if we swapped spots and I asked you more about your love life?" As the interviewer sputters out a flustered answer, I hear the water begin to boil on the stove. And glass, shattering in the living room.

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