The bad boy wants to protect me?

I felt like i was in slow motion, in fact i kind of wanted to laugh if i was watching someone else in the situation.

But i didn't laugh, and it wasn't someone else in this situation, it was me. 

I was sat in the staff room in a salon after opening a envelope adressed to my room-mate with a finger in my hand. It was clearly a mans finger, you could tell by the size and roughness of it. It was hard and cold, which means it has been frozen for god knows how long. It also had a tattoo on the knuckle with the letter 'L' on. 

Why would somebody send a finger, of all things to Ladan?  

A threat? That whoever sent it could chop peoples fingers off? What kind of threat was that? People live without their fingers all the time, it's not a problem. 

But it was delivered by someone from his gang, maybe he got one of his men to do this to someone and deliver it to him for evidence. Do gangs do that kind of thing? Torture.

Just as my mind started to wander what really goes down in this gang i heard the door open. I quickly put the finger back in the envelope thanking god that i sat with my back to the door. I turned around to see my boss stood in the doorway looking at me with a curious gaze.

He was nice, a bit feminine but you could tell he loves the ladies, he was hot, a good body and nice tan even if it's fake, he had a stron face and eyes a really light blue that they look clear. He's a really beatiful guy all in all.

I noticed we had both been staring at each other for a few minutes now so i cleared my throat loudly, he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking about as his eyes became more focused.

"oh sorry urm, yea you've ben in here for about twenty minutes now and i was wondering if it would be okay to come back out, it's getting busy in there. Sorry for interupting." He said confidently.

Wow, i'd been in here for that long? Just looking at a finger? Wow.

"Yea sorry, i didn't realise the time, it's fine." I said sheepishly with a small chuckle.

I put the envelope in my locker and headed out the door after him determined to find out what that little gift was all about. What it mean and most of all why was it really sent to me?

Such a sort chapter but i'm having writers block at the moment! I know the main way this story is going but need some ideas on this story, if anybody has any let me know :)