The Mechanic

Chapter Nine

Sebastiano's Point of View;

"So, Seamus," I began, "You mean to tell me that the O'Conner family would like to do what now?"

The ginger man before me shifted in his seat before speaking, "We would like the Fafalla family to consider working with us in trade."

"Now why the fuck would we do that?" I said, palms flat against the table. People were beginning to stare now. I felt Ayla's leg move before I felt the sharp pain of her heel stab my shin through my pant leg. I gave her an evil glare and glanced at the woman next to me. She glared right back, no hesitation, no fear. I could feel the tick in my jaw start as she spoke.

"Now, Mr. Fafalla, let's just hear him out." She turned her glare from me and was now sending a gleaming smile to O'Conner.

"Thank you, Miss Guerriero."

"Now, Mr. O'Conner, I thought we talked about this!" Ayla gave him a flirty little look. I rolled my eyes.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and returned my attention back the the contract on the table. The balls on this guy. He wants me and my family to trade with them- guns, drugs, women, what have you- and on top of that they want immunity? There's no immunity in our line of business! There is omerta or there is death. Nobody is safe. 

It was my turn to shut Ayla up.

"Ayla, my love, let me and Seamus get back to business." I grip her delicate chin in my hand, turning her face towards my own. I give her a rough squeeze, surely there will be a bruise there tomorrow but for now I don't care. I'm in business mode.

We lock our gaze and her whole body tenses as she goes on high alert. I press a chaste kiss to her temple and pull away roughly, turning back to the little brown nosing idiot before me.

"Forgive me, Mr. Fafalla, if I have come off as anything other than professional." He sent me a look. The kind where someone who knows they're getting under your skin and is just trying to piss you off even more. 

I scoffed and then felt Ayla kick me under the table once again.

"Won't you excuse us, Mr. O'Conner?" Alya spoke softly, pushing my out of my seat and towards the restrooms.

"Yes, of course Miss Guer- I mean, yes, Ayla. Take as long as you need." He had a smug grin on his face.

Once we reached Ayla's destination, she dragged my into the small, dirty room. 

"You need to stop this. You'er acting so childish, Seb!" Her small hands were curled into fists at her side. I mean, she's not wrong. I was acting childish I suppose, instead of the mo boss I had meant to act like.

"Well at least I'm not acting like some whore." I snarled back, looming over her small frame.

What happened next seemed to take us both by surprise. My head snapped to the right and backwards with the force of her hand. This little she devil smacked me. 

She recovered from the shock first, waggling her finger in my face. 

"Look at me, read my lips, and pay attention very closely," she started. "I have gone through enough name calling and abuse for the last three years to last me a life time! Next time you go to lay a hand on me, you better think twice before you do so! And that goes for calling me names, too! The next time you call me a whore or a bitch or whatever you can think of, just remember who I grew up with! I'll castrate you faster than you can blink, you asshole!" 

At this point she was huffing and puffing, the anger coursing through her veins. I was so caught up in her chest pressed against mine, her proximity to me, that I hadn't even realized she had called me 'Seb'. I was growing used to Pretty Boy or something of the sort. I kind of liked Seb.