Adoxography

Mafia - Noah/Katy; Part 1

The ringing of the bell caused my head to pop up again, I was half expecting Brooke to walk through the door. But she didn't. Of course, she was running late, how bloody typical. I had already had to tell two - rather nice looking - waiters that I wouldn't be able to order, because I was waiting on someone else. This is why we didn't make plans and just relied on the spontaneous ideas we had to meet up instead. All I wanted to do was have a nice catch up with my best friend, chat about the woes of the world and complain about all the problems in our lives, but - unfortunately - today was not my day.

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't really noticed the shouting that had begun in the corner of the quaint café, but it quickly occurred to me, once I heard it, that the room had also emptied out pretty quickly. People were rushing out of the same doors I'd hoped Brooke would come through, pointing at something inside of the café itself. I turned for the first time, looking at the two people who were arguing and saw what the audience outside were scared of...

In the hands of the man on the left hand side was a rather large and daunting gun, glinting in the sunlight that filtered through the window...

My breath caught in my throat, not just at the sight of the gun, but at the fact that about twelve others appeared at the side of the blonde, carrying the exact same weapon.

"We warned you, Sam. We told you that there'd be consequences, but obviously you didn't listen. Now there's several different contracts out there, all of them with your name on, and we don't intend on letting good money slip into the hands of others." The blonde leader, who I'd first noticed, had a clear superiority over all of the other guys in the room, and the guy he was talking to was more than intimidated.

I started to make a move to get under the table so that I was at least partially covered, should something happen, copying that of the few who remained in the café. There must have been about eight of us, plus the staff.

Sam, I figured, took a step backwards on shaky legs, letting out what sounded like a whimper as one of the guns pressed against his head. I couldn't help but let out a small squeak as the main guy wriggled his finger closer towards the trigger. He noticed.

"You." His eyes were now locked on to my body, curled underneath the table. "Come out from underneath there."

I didn't even realise that I'd been shaking my head until I felt a harsh grip on my arm as someone pulled me out of safety and into the middle of a gun fight. A rough brunette with a lip piercing pushed me forward, straight in front of the man who was still holding the gun to the other's temple.

"What's your name, beautiful?" He asked, his voice sounding so much sweeter than what it had just a minute ago.

Shocking myself, I replied in a snarky tone. "Why would I tell you? What do you need it for? Other than to tell the authorities who's in the body bag. Or are you keeping a track of those you kill?"

"Damn!" One of the guys exclaimed, half laughing. How could you laugh in a situation like this? Well, I suppose if you were on the winning side it didn't really matter. "She's got a mouth on her Boss. Can I give it a test run?"

The blonde 'boss' smirked. "No, George. She's mine."

For some reason those words sparked something inside of me, igniting the most private places of my body and causing a rush of heat to go straight to my face, no doubt colouring me a bright red.

I wanted to cry in that very moment. I was so confused. My brain was telling me that I shouldn't be feeling what I was feeling when this guy was clearly some kind of psychopathic gang leader, but at the same time, I couldn't help noticing his rippling muscles and his deep voice. They were enough to send the Preacher's daughter to the darkest caverns of hell.