Love Mafia | Rewritten

1: Meeting Him

As I head to work I check around me. I feel like someone is following me. I sigh and shake my head. I know who it is. It's just the mafia keeping an eye on me, making sure I return to work, because I have money to make back for them. I sigh again, feeling weighted down, and walk into the bar. Girls are walking around in the outfits that Luc picked for them, Luc being the bar owner and mafia boss. He picks out slightly skin revealing outfits to keep the place up and running.

I head back to my room. My name is on the door, signifying it's mine. I open it and a black bralette top greets me. It crosses around the neck. It's kind of my style, just a little too slutty for me to wear anywhere else. It is paired with tight leggings that have leg-exposing cuts up, leaving the better part of my leg uncovered, however it's not as sexual as the other girls. None of mine ever are.

I shut the door and throw the clothes on. I twist and yank my hair up into a ponytail. There is a hesitant knock on my door. I answer it, flinging the door open fast and see Luc.

He grins, unphased by how fast I opened my door, and asks, "What do you think?"

"I look like a class A slut," I tell him, knowing he's referring to my outfit. I am probably the only one in this bar that doesn't fear him.

"Careful," he warns, his voice changing tone to sound threatening, "Or next time you will actually look like a class A slut."

"What do you need Luc?" I ask him as I fold my clothes and place them on the dresser.

"I came to tell you," he grins as he continues, "Your debt isn't close to paid off. If you want to get out of here in the next ten years. You need to get three times the tips."

"Fine. Put me in the sexiest clothes you have tomorrow."

He smirks and turns, walking out. I sigh. Tomorrow is going to be hell.

I get out and relieve the current girl of her shift. She smiles at me: I'm early.

I have been waiting on tables for a while when a man comes in. He has tattoos up his arms and he looks cold and untouchable. There is something about him that interests me. I watch as he sits in my area.

I bring the drinks to the group of guys I was waiting on before he came in. I say, trying to sound like someone not to mess with, "Corona?"

A guy says, "That was me, sweet cheeks. Do you come with the drink?"

I clench my jaw. I am desperately trying not to throw the drink on his face. I continue, "Budweiser?"

I go around the table passing out drinks and then ask, "Anything else I can get you guys?"

"Yeah that pussy on a platter," the same guy says.

They all laugh and I say, "I can't serve that in public. Sorry."

"Maybe after?" He asks.

"Maybe never," I say, smiling sweetly.

I turn and walk to the table with the tattoo guy. I smile and say, "What can I get you?"

"Scotch and a shot of tequila," he says. It sounds more like an order. His eyes stay on my face, but I know he has taken in my whole body. I turn and walk away, going to get his drink. He says, "Wait."

I turn back to him and he asks, "Why are you dressed like that?"

"It's required," I inform, not sure what he wants me to say.

"Then why isn't everyone wearing that outfit?" He inquires. His eyes narrow in suspicion, very much like Luc's do. I pause. He might be a mafia boss.

"Just trust me," I say, trying to disarm a little, "I wouldn't wear this if I didn't have too."