Gangster In Love

Chapter 4

Melissa POV

Hours later, we arrive at a side of town I’d only seen in gossip rags and the movies. I guess crime does pay.

Max looks at Leslie through the rear mirror, “Leslie, we need to think about changing up the security codes. They’ve been the same for too long.”

“Good point. I’ll talk to one of the technicians about it.” he said.

After we pass through several gates, we arrive at a sprawling estate. The private road rolls over green hills big enough to build a golf course on or graze cattle, maybe. We pull up to the front of an opulent mansion, all the lights on and the main doors already open.

Max scowls at Paul and Leslie, “Did one of you leave the doors unlocked again?”

“Must have been Rory. You know how she is. With how tight she holds on to her money, you’d think she’d be more careful” Paul said shrugging his shoulder, smiling a lazy smile.

“Is Rory your boss?” I asked innocently.

A few chuckles ripple through the air.

“No.” Leslie said while chuckling. He leans over me, his face uncomfortably close as he unlocks the back door. “No one is the boss of me.” He said smiling at me.

Wanting to get away from him, I exit as quickly as I can. Seymour leaps out as well; weaving around the front lawn with his tail whipping so hard it might fall off. Wow. This place is amazing. It looked like a mansion from those win-a-home magazines. If I had to guess there were 20 rooms, it is just a guess.

Leslie glares at me, “Keep that huge Dalmatian away from me.”

“Seymour is a harlequin Great Dane!” I said to Leslie pointing my finger on his hard chest.

Sweet Mary Poppins, his chest was so hard; it felt like my finger could break just by tapping it.

Max laughs and pets Seymour, “I’m on it, don’t worry.” He gives a sharp whistle and, to my shock, Seymour lopes right over to him and sits at his side. I want to protest, but…he doesn’t seem to be in danger. Taking in my surroundings, I become aware of just how isolated and vast this place. He’s probably safer than I am. The mansion looms over me. It gets even bigger as Paul leads me through the front doors, and into one of the inner rooms. Holy Moly, this place is gigantic in the inside. The stairs are made out of pure gold, the were posters of the mob, decorations that could be sold for millions of dollars and could pay for my parents trashed house. Everything screamed perfection.

They lead me to one of the rooms. It had a pool table, a bar area and a fricken stripper pole. Shit these people were loaded. I wonder if they ever get bored of being the mob, because seriously I wouldn’t mind being part of the group for a moment. It was fully stocked, and completely empty.

Paul decided to speak, “Oh, nice! Rory finally restocked the bar.”

The men spread out, relaxing and letting some of the tension in their shoulders get loose. Everyone but Leslie. Home sweet home, I guess. Do they all live here? I asked myself mentally.

“So what now?” Paul asked with a sly grin on his face.

“Wait for the lawyer. Then we can figure out how to deal with this one here.” Leslie nods to me.

I just stared at him and kept quiet. Then I heard a voice.

“Leslie! Home already?”

A melodic voice draws my attention to one of the doorways. A woman enters the private room, her suit just as sharp and perfectly tailored as Leslie’s. She had a killer smile that would make any guy drool over her, She has brown wavy hair the ends up curly on the ends and she had really warm beautiful brown eyes that could suck a guy’s attention.