Saving The Devil

6. How I Met the Boss's Boss

"Gute Nacht Frauen(Good night women)" the figure lit up a cigar. "I must say, you exceeded my expectations and for that you are congratulated. Especially you Deandra" and with that he emerged from the darkness.

He was dressed in shiny brown leather boots and a crisp brown tailored suit. When he stretched his hand to let the ashes fall, his jacket parted to reveal a sand shade dress shirt and a huge belt, which matched his shoes. My attention was instantly drawn to the to glints however, that of his buckle with the initials G.D.H. and second, the golden handle of a gun.

Cold sweat washed over me and a chill ran down my spine.

Who was this man and how does he know who I am?!

Removing his hat, he ran his hand along carefully styled golden brown hair which was tied at his nape. His face bared evidence of beauty that was being challenged by time. Powerful brown eyes settled on either side of a perfectly etched nose, all resting a atop a misleading smile. He had a soft jaw yet his skin looked rough to the touch.

"Could you ladies give Deandra and I a moment to familiarize ourselves please?"

When no reply came, we turned our eyes to the group of girls who, from their expression, was just a speechless as I was. Ally, though still lost in a trance, stepped forward and tugged on Gabi's elbow. Gabi inturn patted Tia's shoulder and Tia, Natasha's.

"Hallo und dir auch gute Nacht. Ich bin Natasha" (hello and good night to you too I am Natasha)

"Ja(yes), Ms. Velkov, I've heard a lot about you or should I say 'Tasha'?" Natasha reddened at her stage name and did a simple bow, showing appreciation for her talent. "I do however need to speak with your friend here Tasha" he looked to me "But I will stop by you before I take leave."

"Versprechen?" (promise?) she batted her lashes.

"Promise!"

"Come girls" she turned clapping her hands "let's give them privacy yes?" and with that they all scurried out, not before throwing me curious glances as they passed by.

"Congratulations again on your performance tonight, I have to say you got quite ein geschenk Kind (a gift child)" he began once we were alone. Shrugging off his jacket, he advanced to the nearest chair and gently placed it on the back. "Come, let's have a little chat" he motioned to the oppositing seat.

My leg betrayed my mind once again and started towards the chair, even though I begged them not to.

"I am Arnof Hitler" he bowed "and you are Miss Smith" I nodded. "I am grandfather to GDH and you are now my employee."

"Listen. Mr. Hitler." I quickly added and he nodded with approval "with all due respect I am not a mafia employee. I'm a college student with a part-time job here and though I am truly, truly grateful for what you did tonight, I can't be involved with, with...people like you"

Opps!
Shit!

I could kill me right now! His cool facade faded away and his knuckles whitened around his hat.

"Entschuldigung!"(excuse me!) he raised his brows "And who exactly are people like me?" Now he leaned back and crossed his legs "Tell me Deandra, how old will you be on your next birthday?"

Silence...

"Don't make me ask again child"

Dee, I don't think we should lie to the old man hasn't he got a gun?

"20" I answered truthfully, sticking him with an intense stare.

Good! He already knew our name, who knows what else he has up his sleeves?
Good point!

"And do you wish to live till then?" he cocked his head to the side.

My throat when dry, "I do." I gritted out.

"Then I suggest you never say those words again. Whether in my presence or out. Vertesche?"

"I-I don't know what that m-means."

"You better love, because I am running out of English words to say and my staff definitely doesn't have enough, ver-tes-che? he spoke the word in syllables.

Based on the two sentences I gave it a shot. "Yes. I un-der-stand?!"

"A fast learner too I see. Das ist gut Kind (that is good child). I'll be back for you. When I think you are worthy that is and please, do not try to run. I will find you and I WILL punish you for every extra dollar I have to spend doing so!"

Then he stood, gathered his belongings, placed his hat slowly onto his head, pulled the lapels of his jacket in tight, before fasting button. He smiled and bowed his head once more.

"Bis zum machsten mal, Deandra." (Until next time)

Once again he was consumed by darkness as he exited the door.