Unraveling Him | A mafia Story

Prologue

Prologue

Natalie's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I sucked into a deep breath as my eyes drifted to the red-light flickering over the intercom system, signaling a call from the receptionist. I pressed my chin over my crossed arms and sighed. What's the worst thing that could happen if I didn't answer?

I'd lose a client.

To hell with him. Ugh. 

A strand of my hair fell over my eyes, and I huffed out a breath, pushing it away, too tired to untangle my arms and tuck it away.

My eyes flickered to the clock hanging on the wall. My eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. Who books a therapist's appointment at freaking six pm?

I have been listening to people's shitty problems from freaking eight in the morning and all I want is to go back to my flat, kick off these shoes, wear my PJs, grab a glass of wine and binge my tv series. Still, instead, I had to choose psychology as my major and work at a clinic to deal with spoiled rich brats whose biggest problem is their weight gain paranoia.

I picked up this major so I can be able to make a difference. To help people. People with actual problems. Kids who get bullied. Women who are abused. Men with PTSD after military service. People with actual psychological problems. I didn't pull out sleepless nights before exams just so I can be someone, rich fellas pay to rant to.

Beep.

Goddamn it, Sarah.

I groaned and pressed the answering button. A frustrated sigh rumbled from my throat, and I mumbled, "What?"

"The last client just called, he'll be about fifteen minutes late," Sarah answered, and I rolled my eyes. Just what I needed.

"Natalie," She added in her sweet angelic I-want-something voice, "I really should go. I need to make dinner for the kids, you know Steve...he can barely boil an egg." She mumbled tiredly, and I nodded, "Yeah sure, go ahead. I'll deal with the last client and close up."

"You're the best!" She said, the enthusiasm in her voice alone made me smile. I heard shuffling and mumbled, "Kiss the kids for me."

"Will do!" She said, and I removed my hand from over the intercom and pressed my forehead against my crossed arms. I closed my eyes, feeling my energy drain away. Tiredness weakened my brain cells, and I felt myself immediately dozing off. I sighed; a ten-minute nap won't kill anyone.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I groaned.

Knock.

"Dad, open the door," I mumbled sleepily.

Knock.

"Dad!" I whined again.

Someone cleared his throat.

My head snapped up, and my eyes went wide as I noticed the other presence in the room. I gasped.

Wait, why is there a stranger in my room?

Wait, why am I sitting instead of lying down?

Wait...this is not my room.

Oh shit.

I blinked, kicking the haziness away, and fixed my hair before my eyes registered the figure standing by my office door.

My gaze first caught the eyes confusingly staring back at me.