Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 8

Grace

Help finally arrived for me around 5:30.

Some women and men, much older than me, came through the door and went straight to work like I wasn't even there.

They began setting the tables, gathering ingredients for the courses and they even knew how to turn on that damn stove. These people are lifesavers.

We ended up cooking Garlic Parmesan Wings with a hot sauce dip and ranch to go with it as the appetizers. Steak, broccoli with cheese and fried potatoes for the main dish. Tiramisu cake for dessert.

It is now 7:00. Every dish is prepared and ready to be placed on plates and served.

Earlier, Lorenzo came to me and said I had to wear a server's uniform.

Yay me.

So now I'm dressed like a little boy in black pants, a white jacket with black sole shoes.

Like I said, this is going to be a long night.
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The clock strikes fifteen minutes until eight when guests start rolling in.

All of the guests are men and they are all dressed very sharply. They were all wearing very expensive three piece suits and they all looked very scary.

They all had to be running some sort of business relations to the mafia. The way they tried hiding their guns in their jackets wasn't very subtle. I spotted about ten on thirty of the men that came through the door.

What the hell kind of dinner is this?

"Grace," Miss. Rose comes out of the kitchen. She is a sweet old, little woman who helped me with the cooking. "There you are sweetie."

"Sorry, Miss. Rose, I was greeting the guests. Is there something you wish for me to do?" I ask her.

"Yes, sweetie. Could you please down into the basement and get some more wine before we serve dinner?"

"Of course." She just smiles at me before returning to the kitchen.

I leave the hall and head down to the basement.

I've never been down here, since I'm not allowed to clean it for whatever reason, so I have no idea where I'll find a bunch of wine.

There's only one single lightbulb lighting up the basement so it's hard to see.

The basement is pretty roomy but old. It has a few rusted shelves, rusted equipment and some chains and rope piled in a corner. There's also some weird red-brown stains almost covering all of the floor with a wooden chair in another corner.

Strange.

I keep looking around when I hear the door open.

I hide behind one of the shelves that holds some equipment so I won't be seen. I'm not even supposed to be down here and I sure don't want to cause any trouble tonight. So, what they don't know won't hurt them.

From my angle I can't see who opened the door, but I start to hear foot steps descend down the stairs. The steps are too heavy to be women's so it must be a man.

I try to angle myself better so I can at least catch a glimpse of the person to see if it's safe to show myself.

God, it's so crammed behind this shelf I can barely turn.

Clink.

Oh, no.

I accidentally hit the shelf hard enough where a small can fell off of it. I quickly stop moving and move my bandaged hand over my mouth to silence my breathing.