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Chapter One

It was a hot August night and I was sitting in a bar at the edge of town. I preferred small places that people either wouldn't take notice of who I was or weren't payed enough to care. I was a mob boss, you see. And while I enjoyed taunting the law, I simply wasn't in the mood that night. 

The bar was fairly crowded, and I was sitting off to the side with a drink in my hand. My eyes repeatedly scanned the room until I noticed a bartender. It wasn't surprising I hadn't seen her before, since she didn't exactly stand out with her dark brown hair and eyes. 

Something about her in particular though, I knew she could be useful to me. So I waited for her shift to be over, and believe me when I tell you it was a long wait. After a good few hours of being hit on by various drunkards, the brown haired bartender walked through a door behind the bar, undoubtedly to the back parking lot. I quickly got up and walked to the parking lot behind the building, leaving my half empty drink where it was. 

Shrouded in the shadows, it was a given that no one would see me. I looked around for a few minutes, almost thinking I was too late. As it turned out, I found out I was exactly the opposite when the 'Staff Only' door opened. The girl walked out, clearly tired and not as alert as she should've been. I could've stopped her where she was, but I wanted to see where she lived first. 

I got in my car quietly, watching her put her purse away before driving off. I followed her, not bothering to stay a car or two behind. As I was driving, I made mental note of her license plate, which wasn't exactly hard to remember. 

After about fifteen minutes, she pulled into an apartment complex parking lot. Perfect. I waited her to get out and face away from me before getting out myself and following her. 

She took the elevator, as did I. That was probably the riskiest part, since she could've recognized me from the bar. Thankfully, she didn't. She looked down at the ground the whole time, obviously tired. I didn't blame her, dealing with drunks all night would make anyone exhausted.

She got out on the fourth floor, quietly unlocking her door and walking in. I loitered in the hallway for around ten minutes, checking for cameras. I didn't see any, which made sense. The bartender lived in one of the poorest parts of the city, so I doubted anyone in the complex would even care enough to notice if they saw me. 

Eventually, I knocked on her door, keeping my head down so she could only see my hair from the peephole. After a few minutes, she slowly opened the door "Who-".

I cut her off from saying anything more my pushing myself through the door, closing and locking it behind me. I looked down at her, and she looked almost immanently alert "What do you think you're doing-!?" she exclaimed loudly.

I quickly put a hand over her mouth, a calm smile on my face "love, your neighbors might file a noise complaint. I'm a friend- or rather, you'll want me as one" I said, looking around her apartment. It looked just like the rest of the building; poor and rundown.

"Just take what you want" she said quietly through my hand "nothing's worth much, anyway"

I rolled my eyes, almost insulted that she assumed I was there to rob her "please." I said, taking my hand away "if I wanted to rob someone, I wouldn't have come to this glorified motel. No, what I want is your name"

She stared at me for a moment, some mix of shock and confusion on her face. She opened her mouth for a moment before saying "..Sami"

Sami. I supposed she looked like a Sami.