Made for the mafia

Part 6- Choices.

Zoey's POV.

I have never liked breakfast. They say it's the most important meal of the day, and that's all just bullshit. Me not being a morning person may have had a tiny role in this, but when I tasted the bacon and eggs the boss had made, all thoughts about getting repulsed by eating breakfast flew right out of my head as I devoured the meal like a starved animal.

After my not-so-graceful and lady like meal, I made my way to my temporary room and took a quick shower.

The hot water felt nice on my back, and I massaged my hair with the conditioner while softly humming a tune to myself. After a very long and luxurious bath, I made my way over to the bed where some clothes had been laid out.

I picked up the note which was lying beside the clothes, glancing over it.

Here are some clothes that you can wear for the time being. Dress in something casual and meet me near the front door in 10 minutes.
Boss.

I rolled my eyes and surveyed the clothes laid out in front of me, picking out a navy blue sweater and grey jeans. I cringed as I wore my undergarments from the day before, and then I tied my hair in a loose bun and made my way downstairs.

I really need to go lingerie shopping soon.

The Boss was already waiting for me at the base of stairs, with an annoyed look gracing his stone hard face. On spotting me, his face lost all emotion and a cool mask replaced his previous look.

"The clothes fit" he stated. Then he turned on his heel and walked out the front door, typing a pass code and re-activating the alarms.

I huffed out in annoyance at not being able to decipher the code and followed him out of the door, wondering what he had in store for me. Hopefully we were over the death-threats phase and now were advancing to the point where we could hold a civilised conversation which involved him not answering in monosyllablles all the time.

Hmph tough luck with that.

We walked out and were greeted by a sleek limousine parked by the sidewalk and I restrained my facial muscles from breaking into an excited grin when a chauffeur stepped to the side and held the door open for me. I slid across the cool, leather seats and surveyed the dim interiors.

Aww there was a mini fridge! Which probably contain champagne bottles which cost hundreds of dollars.

The boss slid in after me and placed quite a large gap between the two of us as he gestured to the driver to start the car.

I then turned to look at him, the question already evident in my eyes.

"Well?"

He looked at me impassively, his cool look completely putting off my excited mood.

"I need you to make your choice by tonight."

"What choice?" I asked curiously.

"As you may have already inferred from your previous encounters with the others, I am the leader of one of the most powerful gangs in America. Even though you ran into the result of one of our bad dealings, I can let you go since in the eyes of the police and the law, I have a clean record. I am offering you two choices. Either join the gang and live a luxurious life, or be left homeless on the street without any money in your pockets or clothes on your back."

I chewed my bottom lip thoughtfully. Any sane person would take up the former offer immediately. I mean, live a life of luxury just for working in a gang? But I had to look past the money aspect of his deal. I saw a man getting murdered not 2 days ago, and I was most certainly not going to involve myself in mindless bloodshed by working with ruthless murderers.

But Tyson and Jack didn't come across as maniacs, and Zack had been more than sweet to me. Were they really cold blooded killers? There was so much that I didn't know about the gang, starting from The Boss's name. Maybe I should consider it. I didn't have a home anymore, and I would rather die than go back to Dylan. I could start fresh here, maybe take things slow and see how they went.

"Well?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. His emerald gaze sparkled with unsaid threats, so deep like a bottomless ocean.

"What will my job be if I join? Can you guarantee my safety? And I don't know the first thing about your gang, starting from your name. Where will I  live? How will I.."

"One question at a time. My gang is called "Muerte". We sell drugs, weapons, explosives for money. We own casinos all over America, and a chain of high class hotels all over the world. If you join, I'll let Ruby fill you in on your job but I can't guarantee your safety. We are one of the most influential gangs in America, and know that with my head comes a pretty price."

"Your name?" I asked meekly.

"None of your concern."

Fine, be like that you jackass.

"I have to think about it. I'll give you my answer by tomorrow morning."

"Fine. We are having a party today to celebrate one of our successful shipments. I'll introduce you to the rest of the gang. The party is at the warehouse, 7 pm sharp. I'll ask Ruby or one of the girls to send over a dress. Don't be late."

I nodded my head and looked out of the tinted windows, watching the sidewalk whiz past us as the car glided over the road smoothly. I realized with a start that we were back at the penthouse, having made a trip around the place.

"I have business that I have to address immediately. Do whatever you want and make yourself presentable by 6:50. I'll send the limo over to pick you up" he said curtly, not glancing even once in my direction.

I nodded and hopped out of the air conditioned interior, and the car door closed with a click and whizzed away.

Sighing, I trudged over to the front door, and just as I was about to press the button to summon someone to let me in, the door swung open revealing Tyson.

Recognition flashed across his face, and a small smile tugged at the ends of his mouth.

"You're not dead yet" he mused, amusedly.

Rolling my eyes I manoeuvred my way around him and held the door open with one hand, looking at him with annoyance.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, cocking my head slightly to the left.

He shook his head and gave me another grin as he made his way over to his black mustang which I noticed was parked a little away from the entrance.

"See ya tonight princess" he said instead and hopped inside his car, driving away at an inhuman speed.

I went inside the house and closed the door behind me, releasing a small huff of air that I didn't realize I was holding.

Why is dying such an important topic of discussion here? Maybe they really are psychotic.

Well. Atleast I had another 4 hours to while away before my debut in front of the infamous gang members.

Let's hope I make the right choice by tomorrow.
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