Made for the mafia

Part 3- The Boss.

Zoey's POV

He was dressed in a black suit which perfectly accentuated his chisseled figure. His face was angular, and a perfect set of eyes completed it. His hair was sandy, and it was cropped short with the front hanging a little bit over his green eyes. His mouth was set in a scowl and faint stubble dotted his chin.

I would be lying if I said he didn't look hot because he was sexier than the surface of the sun, but when I say that I disliked him right then, you'll believe me. He had this rugged look about him, and a dangerous aura surrounded him giving away the "dont-mess-with-me" vibes. He walked closer and stopped when he was less than an inch away from us.

Don't let him see your fear Zoey.

I stood straight with my chin tilted up to match his piercing gaze.

"Well what do we have here?" He spoke.

Oh his voice

"She saw Tyson and I boss" replied Jake.

"Killing Logan?"

"Yes."

"And he's dead?"

"Affirmative"

He then shifted his gaze back to me and searched my face for any sign of distress or fear. I kept a blank expression to not give away anything.

"What's your name?" He asked after scrutinizing me.

"What's it to you?"

"Just answer the fucking question. I am debating on weather to kill you or not so don't make this worse."

The nerve of him!

Without thinking twice I drew back my hand and slapped him hard across his cheek. Loud gasps arose around me and everyone looked at me with shock. He just looked stunned as his cheek turned a light shade of pink.

Immediately I realized that he could just end my life then and there so I ducked my head and glared at the ground as though it was responsible for all my grief.

A narrow finger hooked onto my chin and tilted my head up to meet the green gaze belonging to the owner of the finger.

"Fiesty aren't you?" He mused.

After looking at me for another minute he released my chin and looked over my shoulder at Jake.

"Take her to my room. I'll teach her what happens if she messes around with the boss" he said.

"As you wish boss". With that Jake grabbed my forearm and guided me outside the room.

I tried not to cry as Jake ushered me into the car and started driving away. I don't even know how my day ended up like this. I recalled my home, my small one bedroom flat in a run down apartment and remembered that it was supposed to get evicted today by the landlord if I didn't pay the rent. Maybe I'll get a place to stay for tonight and then I'll figure out how to pay the rent.

After about 10 minutes Jake pulled up outside a beautiful penthouse.

He lives here?

I got out of the car and followed Jake into the penthouse. It truly was amazing, and it all screamed money.

Jake glanced at his phone and typed back a quick message before putting the phone back into his pocket.

"Follow me" he said and led me towards a room. As I stepped into the room, the lights lit up automatically revealing a beautiful room. There was a huge bed in the centre with an adjoining bathroom attached to it. Beside it was a closet, which probably had designer clothes in them.

"The boss will be here shortly. Stay here until then and remember you can't escape even if you wanted to because the only way out is by using the master key." Jake said waving the stupid key in front of my face.

I nodded, and shut the door gently.

Well since I'm stuck here for a while might as well make myself comfortable.

I had a quick shower and dried myself with one of the fluffy towels kept in the side. I grabbed whatever was there in the closet which happened to be a light blue shirt and wore it. It was pretty big for me, but was warm and it smelt pretty good.

So I padded across the room and got under the covers, wanting to catch some sleep before the man arrived.
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Jake's POV

As Zoey gently shut the door after her, I took a post outside her room and waited for the boss to arrive. My phone suddenly beeped, so I checked it to see a text from the man himself.

Boss😱: have you found out her name?

Me: yes boss. Her name is Zoey Delcartis and she's 22 years old.

Boss😱: anything else?

Me: boss she lives alone, parents died in a car crash when she was 17 years old and her one flat bedroom is soon to be evicted if she fails to pay the rent. She has an ex boyfriend called Dylan who was abusive.

Boss😱: ... okay guard her I'm almost there.

Me: okay boss.

I sighed and put away my phone. This girl really is a pain in the ass, I wonder what boss will do to her.

I took out a cigarette and lit it. I wanted to quit but with the amount of stress piling up with my work this was a main stress buster. I took a long swing out of it and got lost in my thoughts.

After a few minutes I heard the door swing open and I straightened my posture when boss walked in. He was still in his ironed suit, he loves dressing up impeccably while working at the warehouse. He raised an eyebrow when he spotted the cigarette and held out his hand. I passed it to him and he took a swing.

"I thought you were going to quit?" He asked nonchalantly.

" Well boss old habits die hard"

"Hmm. How's the girl?"

"I'm guessing she's asleep boss."

"Allright. Go back to the warehouse and tell Kylie to send in some clothes for the girl"

"Will do boss." I replied. He nodded and made his way towards the girls room probably to check in on her.

The thought of him killing her rose a weird feeling in me, like she was a small girl who needed protection. I dislike her, but I didn't want her dead.

With that thought in mind I made my way to the warehouse.
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