Brielle POV
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T BELIEVE US?!!" I just told you everything that happened last night, to what I was wearing to exactly what I saw, how the hell could you not believe us?" Long gone is the calm cool and collected business Brielle. Now, I am ready to cut a bîtch.
"You heard me, I don't believe your story, it's too basic. Something I've heard more than once. You have one more chance to tell me exactly what you saw before I put a bullet in your head." Xavier says, he looks so serious, but something tells me that I can get us out of this without re-telling anything and without being shot.
"Alright Xavier," I pause to stand from my chair and stretch. With my arms above my head, you can see every curve and contour, plus my dress rides up a little and I show off some more leg. I put my arms down and continue on.
"I've told you everything, there is nothing left to tell, and I think a bullet in our head is a little excessive for a Saturday morning. So how about we negotiate. I currently work at three of the most prestigious restaurants in the state. So I'm a pretty good chef, to get us out of here, I would like to propose that every Monday, I come in and make you dinner for every night of the week, that way you have stuff made and never had to worry."
He considers it for a moment, I'm surprised he actually considered it. "No, that isn't necessary, no need to come back every Monday, when you can just stay here, the both of you. You are free to go to work, but I want dinner on the table here by 7:30... Non-negotiable." That's his final say. I look at Kendra, then look back at Xavier.
"Can we have a moment to discuss this? Alone. You can stand by the door if you think we are gonna escape. But I can tell you, I'm not fast enough to even try so... No worries." I say while looking at the door, I watch them walk out. "Alright Ken, what are we gonna do?"
"Well, any more tricks up your sleeve? I saw the whole, distract with your body thing, and that didn't work, which I was surprised, cause I would've totally done you. How about if we.....no that won't work..... Maybe if... Nope... Yeah, I've got... Wait what if we stole a car and then, we ditch it somewhere on the street and pack up and go home?" Kendra shoots off ideas, the last one seems like the best, but I don't want to involve our families with this mess.
She sees the apprehension in my face and agrees not to get our families involved. "Kendra..." I never call her Kendra, always Ken, so this is serious. "We are backed into a corner with this one. I can try and get you out at least but I don't know." We bounce back and forth and then we come to a final decision. "Cover your ears." I warn before yelling. " WE HAVE COME TO A DECISION. GET IN HERE."
Both men walk in with a scowl on their face. "What did I say about yelling?" Questions Xavier. "Don't remember. Don't care." I reply back. I wait for him to ask what our decision is before telling them.
"Ok, I will stay, but Kendra goes, to add on, I won't go to work, I will cook three meals a day, and stay here, out of the way." I know that this is a long shot, and I am right for when Xavier answers me his answer is no.
"My way or a bullet, in your head." He says. With no other choice, we cave. "Ok, but, I cook what I want to cook for dinner. We stay in the rooms we are in, and we get our stuff from our apartment, clothes and super personal stuff comes here, other stuff goes to a storage container." He looks at Zander for a moment, "Deal." Xavier's voice rings out around the now silent room. That one word sealed our fate.
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The Mafia Troublemakers
ActionWhen we moved to New York, the plan was for us to be successful, successful at what, we didn't know yet. I'm Brielle and after 4 years of culinary school, I moved to New York to be a chef, my best friend, Kendra moved with me, hoping to at least get...
