Organized Love [Completed]

1 | this is a gang?

My car beeped twice behind me signaling it's locked. I turn the knob on my house door stepping into the silence that encases it. It's almost two in the morning and the clacking of my heels almost hurt to hear. Like the house would shatter if I took anymore steps. I slipped them off and made my way to the staircase.

"Ehm." I jumped dropping my heels and looking for the person who cleared their throat. My heart pounded against my flesh as my near death experience was ended. These stairs are slippery as hell. Especially if your as drunk as I am right now.

The light from the moon showed three men sitting in my living room. I quickly turned the lights on catching the eyes of my intruders. "You sure do spend a lot of time away from here." My heart twitched and I rose my eyebrows to deflect my inner emotions. I can't show them anything or they could hurt me. My eyebrow came back down as realization hit me that this man has probably been keeping up with my routine of partying dusk till dawn every night.

"Aren't intruders suppose to be wearing ski masks or something?" That's what I

decide to say? Really Rachel. These men could possible hurt you- better yet, they are probably killers.

"Or something." The man stood up, his slicked back black hair not moving in

the slightest at his fast movement. He tugged at the bottom of his tux and stood with broad shoulders and a deathly demeanour. "We're not intruders Rachel." My heart stopped as my name came out of his mouth. How did he know my name- wait did he just say he wasn't an intruder? Because boy- he held his hand out, his sleeve lifting slightly to show he is covered in a variety of tattoos, and pulled me with him out to my backyard. "I knew your father." My head snapped up to this mysterious man and his thick accent. I didn't catch it before but somehow someway the mention of my father completely sobered me up. He looked to me and his lips tugged up. "He was a good man... until he wasn't."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Really. With the attitude? I internally rolled my eyes and stared at this man. He's too done up for waiting around all night for me.

"You're father ended up partaking in the wrong field. He owes me a lot of money, Rachel." He stared at me and I stared back. None of this is making any sense. Why did my dad owe him money- what kind of money would my dad owe him? "I know you are a smart cookie Rachel, even before you dropped out of University." My eyes widened showing this stranger my cards. They widened with confusion, shock and mostly fear. He's been watching me for that long? I would think a couple months- but a couple years?

"How much do you know about me?"

He rubbed his chin then looked at me, as if he is amused I shifted the conversation to my father in debt to his knowledge on my whereabouts. "A lot." As I took in his two words, emotions must have flushed across my face because he took a step closer and smirked down at me. "I used you as a weapon against your father. Threatened to kidnap you a few times." My heart bottomed out. Kidnapping? Threats? This man must hold all the power to have my kind hearted father bowing down to him. What did you get into dad? "Look at me Rachel. You must have some inkling as to who I am."

I looked at the man in front of me harder, and somehow something clicked. I stared at him longer, to his dark eyes filled with defiance and authority to his stature towering over me. Down to his slick shoes, wrinkle free tux, glistening watch and tattoos itching to pop above his collar. I looked back to his face, my heart beating faster as if worried for my fate. My head screamed for my gut to be wrong, but 'trust your gut instincts' right?

Upon my silence he continued to speak. "Has he ever mentioned someone by the name of Delfino?" I shook my head, but the name sounds so familiar that alarms are ringing in my head. My head is no longer screaming at my gut, but cowering in fear. He sighed and sat down on the outside lounger. He patted the spot next to him and I complied. "My name is Charlie Delfino, I own this city."