Hot Mello (Book 1)

Mafia Job (Chapter One)

It was my first day working for the mafia. I hadn't worked in a while because I had "issues" with people and life, that made it hard for me to work for anyone. What I'm saying is, I don't like being told what to do. Rules are made to be broken, and I don't see why I have to follow other people's shitty rules anyway. But I needed money and a life of crime sounded as appealing as anything else right now. I don't recommend it but at this stage I didn't care what happened to me anyway. Not to blame depression for my own bad choices but I was pretty much dead inside already. So cliche but true nonetheless.

I'd gotten this mafia job because I was a salty little bitch. I knew the leader had taken over by bringing in the head of a rival gang leader, so even I felt nervous about meeting him. I mean I can kill someone dead with a lash of my tongue (metaphorically speaking of course) but who actually rips someone's head off? I'd have to be careful around this one if I wanted to live. Though I didn't really want to live, so I hadn't much to lose by trying this job. Shopping was my big vice so I needed money to buy more crap. Chocolate was my biggest downfall. I ate too much of it and then I felt fat and ugly, but it's not like I had anyone to impress anyway. I probably drank too much alcohol as well.

I arrived at the location I'd been sent and a car was waiting to bring me to the hideout. Rod Ross was the guy driving and spouting the importance of confidentiality at me. I know, I know...

"Are you listening?"

"Sorry, what?"

"You were gazing out the window. I'm speaking to you."

"Oh yeah, I was just thinking about chocolate."

He threw me an odd look and I could swear he almost laughed. He said no more and we were soon at my new work building. He led me inside and showed me around. It was fairly swanky with plush zebra print couches.

"Aww man!" I yelled as I threw myself onto one. "I love this!"

I closed my eyes, deciding it was time for a nap.

"Uh, Y/N..." Rod said in a warning tone.

I heard the noise of heels clacking their way towards me and an angry voice roared and disturbed me.

"Excuse me! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Ssssh, I'm trying to sleep here," I murmured.

"Rod, where the fuck did you get this one?" I felt someone poke my side.

"Oi!" I yelled, sitting up.

Rod Ross moved in front of the culprit to speak.

"Ahem, may I introduce you two. Mello, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is Mello."

"Who is she?"

"Our new employee, Mello. I told you about her."

"Just in the door and she's already forgotten why she's here? You don't sleep on this job!" The last part was yelled.

"Ow, my fucking head, do you mind?"

Rod was pushed out of the way and this creature in black leather and blonde hair loomed over me. I glared up at him. Ross spoke again.

"Mello, Y/N has a special er, temperament, but she'll be good at her job. Just try to get used to each other before you fight. Please?"

"Fine," Mello sighed." But I'm in charge around here, you do as I say. Right?"

I shrugged," Yeah, whatever."

"Did she just 'whatever' me?"

"Mello, you have pressing business to attend to right now. I'll help Y/N get settled in."

The blonde shook his head.

"I've got my eye on you."

He scowled at me and left.

"Well, don't. You're not my type," I said to his retreating back.

"Y/N please, don't provoke him," I could tell Ross was trying not to laugh.

"Ugh, do I have to work here?"

"Yes, now come on. I haven't finished showing you around."