A mafia leader Xaviar Moretti meets a regular bartender one day, he was attracted to her body and looks, little did he know she was his fathers enemies daughter.
"You killed him" a tear falls down my face as I connect my hand with his cheek.
"How da...
You had to say your name while not paint attention huh
You really messed up
But I kinda don't regret it, at least his wound was getting better
But my dad didn't send him, he didn't seem Russian, he doesn't even know my dad.
Now I can't go back to the bar I worked at since my fathers men saw me, I decided to make a call for an appointment in a restaurant.
It was Italian, five star, fancy yet simple, my appointment was at 11:am and I was just about ready to go.
The restaurant wasn't far it was a few streets down from the hotel I was at.
"Uhh miss chambers" the manager said
"That would be me" I said and followed him to his office.
"Take a seat sweetie" his thick Italian accent coming at the end
"So you have signed a job here"
"Yes sir"
"Why should you work here"
"I'm fast at placing orders, I'm good at cleaning and serving, also I can do late night shifts" I answered while the manager was taking notes.
"You start tomorrow at 9am to 5pm or you can leave at 4"
"Thank you sir I really appreciate it" a big smile spread across my face.
While I was heading back to the hotel, I felt something weird. Don't you ever have a feeling someone is watching it following you because that is what I was feeling right now.
I felt uncomfortable and sped my walking pace up to the hotel, I grabbed my bag and left to training like I always do, so I can take care of myself.
As I walked in I sensed something odd, there was no sign of uncle Claud my personal trainer.
I walked outside and put my hand on my mouth, looking at blood everywhere.
"Oh. My. God"
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