The Mafia's Desire

Chapter Two

My eyes grew wide as I stared at the text I just received. This person couldn't possibly know what I've done, right? How could they? I made sure no one saw me and I knew for a fact that no one had. Or had the night deceived my eyes?

I blinked a few times, wondering if I should believe the text or not. Shrugging it off, I put my phone back on the bed and decided to go back to sleep, but that plan was soon ruined by a sudden phone call that startled the bejeezus out of me.

I glared at the phone as if that one glare could explode the phone, but to my disappointment, it continued ringing. With distaste I took the phone and received the call.

“Hello?” I said rather annoyed.

Everything was silent at the other end, which only made me frown. I remained silent too, but my heart started pounding when I suddenly heard someone breathing heavily onto their phone.

“Who are you?” I finally asked after all that silence.

The heavy breathing continued for about three seconds before I finally heard a heavy voice, which undoubtedly wasn't this person's real voice, since it was just too heavy. It nearly sounded like the heavy voice Kira used from Death Note.

“My identity is none of your concern. I reckon doing something illegal might be something you should actually be concerned about,” he said, making my heart race.

“I don't understand what you're on about,” I said almost immediately.

He erupted in laughter. “We both know that is a lie,” he shot back. “Now, let's quit the chitchat and get down to business, shall we?”

“What do you want from me?” my jaw clenched as soon as he chuckled.

“Now we're finally talking. Good girl,” his heavy voice was like a heavy rock on my chest. “What I want from you is something only you can do. Walk to your front door, and there you will find a box. In that box are all your answers.”

Without wasting any time, I got up from the bed, quickly put on a random dress, which stopped right under my butt, and rushed to the main door. My gaze fell on the pink shoe box as soon as soon as I threw the door open. I stared at it for a few seconds, wondering if I was even doing the right thing, but then I remembered that I never did anything in my life, so I just took the box and ran inside, slamming the door shut behind me. 

I placed the shoe box on my coffee table and looked at my phone, realizing that the man was still on the phone. Taking a deep breath, I opened the box and within the box, I found a letter and the picture of a guy I have had never seen in my life. I took the picture out of the box and took a closer look at him.

He had tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a mesmerising deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had dark eye brows, which sloped downwards in a serious expression. His perfect looking lips formed only a thin line on his mysterious face, which I wasn't sure if it was turning me on, scaring me, or both.

With a frown on my face, I took my phone and pressed it onto my ear. “What do you want?” I questioned once again.

The words felt as if they were going to choke me, but I managed to remain calm in a way.

“There is a letter in there with all your instructions written on there explicitly. I want you to memorize everything, then burn the paper and flush it down the toilet. Understood?” he instructed, but I could be a stubborn child sometimes.

“What if I don't want to execute your stupid plan?” I asked, but knew that I was going to end up regretting the fact that I even took the time to ask that question.

“I think you wouldn't want your family to find out your truth, am I correct?” I pursed my lips, sitting up straight. I grabbed the shoe box and quickly ran into my room before anyone would overhear me talking. I locked my door and waited for him to continue. “Besides, spending an eternity in jail isn't on your schedule either, right?”

I cleared my throat. “What should I do?”

“Good girl,” his words cut like a sword. “Now, that man on that picture is known as Killian Silver—”

My eyes grew to the size of tennis balls. “Killian Silver? T-the Killian Silver? That M-Mafia leader?” I stumbled over words.

“Smart girl,” he responded. “Yes. And I'm pretty sure you know exactly what to do now. You'll be our spy. And when the time is right, you will be the one who puts an end to Killian,” he stated coldly.

I swallowed harshly. “Y-you're k-kidding, right?”

How would I ever be able to kill a Mafia leader? Killian could find out in seconds who I am, what I am, and that I leak information about his Mafia gang. I won't stand a chance!

“He won't find out. All you have to do is work your charms, and end result is his death,” he laughed.

My heart clenched. I understood what he wanted me to do and I wasn't sure I wanted to do any of it.

“B-but I don't want to do it...” I said in a low, soft voice.

“Then rot in jail. It's up to you,” he said, leaving no space for arguments.

I took the photograph out of the shoe box and looked at those cold eyes glaring back at me. Even if he was a Mafia leader, as a human, how could I play with another human's emotions? What would the consequences be when he finds out what I'm actually doing? I know the pain of a broken heart, how could I cause someone else the same pain?

But I had a secret and that secret had to be kept hidden at all costs. A tear slipped down my cheek, landing on the picture. Closing my eyes with a heavy heart, I answered,

“I'll do it.”