His Possession

Chapter Two:

I stood in the middle of the diner for about five minutes before clearing the rest of the tables and packing up my things in the back. The horrific uneasy feeling in my stomach didn't go away either, it actually seemed to get worse as the night went on. I wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep this horrible shift off.

I slowly walked through the restaurant and made my rounds at the end of the night, making sure there wasn't anything left around. While I did this, Ricky, 'cleaned' up the back of the kitchen, but in reality, he was drinking and stuffing his face.

I still couldn't help but think of the guys that were in here earlier. I've never been this shaken up about a single damn table, but wow, it was so captivating. The men were very strange; stranger than I have ever seen before. I tried to brush off the thoughts, but I couldn't. The man's words were still replaying and replaying in my brain as I tried to focus on cleaning.

I walked over to the back of the kitchen to talk to Ricky, "Ricky," I called out to the back of the kitchen. "Ricky..." I called out a bit louder. Sighing when I got no response I yelled directly into the back of the kitchen, "RICKY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I suddenly heard a clash and a bang coming from the back, along with a couple of cuss words exchanged, "God damn it Emily, what is it now?" He grunted and looked over at me disapprovingly.

I leaned on the counter and ran a hand through my hair. "I... I was just curious," I paused. "Who were those guys that came tonight? You seemed very nervous about them, who exactly are they?" I asked nervously. The last thing I wanted was to piss Ricky off. I knew that would be hell and I could seriously care less about it right now.

Ricky narrowed his beady eyes at me and licked his lips several times in attempts to come up with an answer. "They're..." He licked his lips again, seeming unsure of how to answer. "They are part of the Mafia. Now, don't question me on which one because I have no goddamn idea, but they're trouble." He sighed and wiped his forehead down with a dirty rag.

I shifted around in place and narrowed my eyes sternly at him. "How do you know them?"

"I don't know them personally, but I've seen them around many times. They usually stop here every now and then, depending." He explained, but his voice wavered slightly.

"Depending on what?" I questioned curiously, pushing further. 

"What they have planned, what they just did, who they killed. I don't know, Jesus Christ Emily, I'm not a fucking psychic." He sighed heavily. He was clearly uncomfortable with the subject, considering he kept looking around frantically. I've never seen Ricky not make eye contact with me, but now he was avoiding it.

"They've killed people?" My voice cracked slightly. Wow Em, real smart. Of course, they've killed people! They're the freakin' Mafia! They're murderers and criminals! I thought to myself, answering my own stupid question. My stomach automatically twisted up with disgust at the thought of what these guys do.

Ricky gave me a weird look, probably thinking the same thing as me. But he answered nonetheless, "Yes, of course. They kill, steal, traffic girls, deal with drugs, and God knows what else." He shrugged carelessly and continued wiping the counter down. He looked back up at me with a softer look before speaking up again, "Stay away from them, please, Em."

I looked up at Ricky with surprise. I've never seen him be so... caring. It seems like he's actually starting to give a shit about me. I know he does, but he does a really shitty job at showing it sometimes.

"It's not me that you have to worry about," I grumbled. "I'm not trying to look for trouble, but it always seems to find me." I muttered slowly, hoping that he wouldn't hear me, but he did.