Mafia Collateral: A Deal With The Devil

Close Confessions

Olivia

The next few weeks went by smoothly. I worked down in the gameroom every night. The morning I woke up after my first shift Luca brought bags of new and less revealing lingerie for me to wear. Though they were still underwear they covered my breasts more and my ass cheeks weren't hanging out as much. I felt more confident and way more comfortable in them.

I hadn't really seen him around much and when I did see him he didn't acknowledge me or even really look my way.

"Hey Pierre!" I smiled brightly and he narrowed his eyes at me. He has been ignoring me too not that I really blame him.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked trying to sound hurt and he frowned, the worry lines making themselves known on his handsome face.

"Mad? I have to scoop up dog shit because of you." He snapped finally answering me. This went on everyday. I would try to make conversation with him which just resulted in him glaring at me until I run away with my tail in between my legs.

"What?" I asked slowly not fully understanding what he meant.

"Luca has me watching his dogs. Two pit bulls, do you know how big of shits those dogs take? I'll let you know they shit like fucking horses!" He throws his hands in the air in frustration and I had to pinch myself to not laugh at him.

"Really?" I ask biting my lip until I almost make it bleed.

"Yes! He said I clearly can't watch one little girl so I have to care for two giant dogs. I hate dogs!" He narrows his eyes at me once again. How can anyone hate dogs? I'd adopt the whole shelter if I could that's why I have to stay away from that place.

"I am sorry okay? I shouldn't have tried to run away. That wasn't fair of me to put your job in danger. If it makes you feel any better I lost my job too." I mumbled sadly. I had forgotten how much I miss my job. And Zoe. Even my family. I missed two family dinners so far because I just wasn't up to seeing them yet.

"Am I supposed to feel bad for you? You get to prance around here in your underwear without a care in the world." He arched an eyebrow at me curiously. Is he joking? Does anyone like that? I sure as hell don't...

"You think I want to be walking around here in this shit? You think I want guys grabbing my ass and begging me to sleep with them? And then get mad at and called a bitch when I say no? You think I like that shit?" I snapped putting a few feet between us. Phillip has hit on me every night for the past two weeks. He is the only person who has touched me and I smacked the shit out of him every time he did it but he apparently likes that shit. I was kind of already used to him by now. I usually tell him to fuck off which he calls me bitch for and stomps away fuming.

"Who are you talking about?" He looked angry and his whole body tensed as if he had been slapped.

"Look it's not important okay? I'm just saying I don't enjoy my new job as much as you don't." I offer him a soft smile but it doesn't ease his mind. Why is he angry? It's not like he's the one who's ass is getting grabbed so what does it matter?

"Does Luca know?" He snapped and widened his eyes. What? Why?

"No? Why would he?" I frowned fidgeting with my fingers.

"Because you need to tell him." He answered in a duh tone. Is he serious? Why in the hell would I? Would he even care? Probably not, so why waste my breath?

"Olivia this is serious!" He shouted which made me jump not because I was scared but because he yelled and it shocked me. The whole time I've known him I've never seen him so mad and that confused me. He doesn't even like me! Hell I'm pretty sure he hates me actually.