GoodFellas

Wiseguys

Amelia's POV
The next morning a Body was found in the back of a Dumpster right down Maple street. I knew it was the Guy Nick. My boys happily Killed him, I hope he F***king Suffered. I sat in my living room having a smoke just the usual and keeping to myself. That is my role, I keep to myself if I let you know what the hell has been going on in my life? You'll be dead within a week unless I really care about you.
I sighed before my phone started to ringing. I got up making my way to the kitchen and picking it up. "Hello".
"Good morning Amelia, It's Paulie". I felt so relieved, I usually don't use telephones but this is good. But then Paulie never calls too. "Hi, Is there anything you need?".

"I need too borrow some Cash".
I sighed a little. "How much?".
"Few thousand". Paulie replies, I furrowed my brows, Marcus walked inside. Nodding his hat towards me and carrying a box. "What's the digit, I'll come by and drop it off". I looked at my nails, seeing the red nail polish slowly coming off. Looks like I need a manicure, I think I deserve it. "Let me see, I think about 7 grand?". Paulie said, Sounding very VERY, Much Hesitate on the phone.
I rolled my eyes, "What do you need the money for?". I asked, I heard talking in the background. And some rustling. It is either he has his little boys, Who he calls his "Men". Or Paulie is in trouble. "Drop it off at my place at 3, I will explain it to you there".
This Better be important, I do owe everything to Paulie. Like I said, he is a father to me. But I built this empire myself. He stood beside, Watching the light leave me, And the dark side slowly sweep in.
"Okay, See you then". I say, Before hanging up my phone. I turned on my heels, Speed walking to the living room.
Marcus sat on the couch, watching Tv. And the box sitting right beside him. Today is supposed to be a relaxing day for me. And my Boys. I let them have a day off once a week. So Marcus and John, Can spend time with their families and whoever. I folded my arms, Standing next to my black suede seat. Marcus abruptly looked up at me and turned his body to me.
"Amelia, I got you something". Marcus spoke. I put up my hands. "I don't need anything, Ok?, I'm just your friend. Who is also your boss". I say, Marcus shakes his head. His brown eyes meeting mine, He smiled brightly. Before picking up the small brown box. "It is your early birthday present, But will come to handy when we do the heist".
A gift for me? Will contribute to the heist. I like the sound of that. "Okay, Thank you Marcus".
He handed me the small brown box, I opened it, Seeing, These amazing pearl earrings. And matching pear necklace. I gasped, seeing on the bottom black leather gloves. I had a grin that went from ear to ear. Marcus got me what I wanted. I loved every second of it. "Do you like it?". He asked. I laughed and smiled. "I love them, Thank you. I can wear the pearl set for my dinner this Friday. And use the gloves for the heist Saturday!". Marcus made eye contact with me. His body language said something. I couldn't read it, Yet. The moment felt right. Something I hadn't quite felt since I was 16.
"Amelia, There is something I've been wanting to tell you". Marcus quietly said. I furrowed my brows, taking the box and holding in my hands.
I adored the jewels, the gloves to help me steal and kill. I wanted it all. And I'm happy he got me something. You know, I respect him and he respects me.
"Spit it out, Marcus I don't got all day". I spoke, He cleared just throat fixing his bollered hat.
"I want to take you out, For your birthday". Marcus said. My eyes went a little wide, but I kept my expression normal and brooding, As possible as I can. "No, you cannot mix business and pleasure. Thank you for the gift Marcus. But No". I replied. He sighed turning around, Mumbling something under his breath. As quiet as, "Why??!". Marcus questioned, throwing his arms in the air in a wide spread expression.
"I don't like you, You are one of my boys! You do business for me, That's it! Nothing else!".
I yelled, Marcus took a few steps closer to me. Standing two extra feet taller than me, he looked down upon me. And I looked up to him.
"You never know, Unless you try". He pleaded, I couldn't stand him. I don't do dating or relationships. It's not my style.
"Leave my fucking house, NOW!". I yelled. I jerked away and made walked to my stairs. Marcus following behind me. "Amelia please". Marcus tried once again. I turned around, Pointing at the door. "Leave my house, Marcus". I spat. He put his head down opening the door and shutting it.
I gritted my teeth, Love is nothing to me. Love means I get pinched. And I could get trapped in marriage. With kids. I didn't want it none of IT.