The Mafia Boss's Rose

Chapter 5

"You forget who you're talking to." His musky voice is soft but deadly. His tone is a warning.
"You don't know me, just let me go back to my life."
"The one where your running from something? Moving as soon as you can afford it?" My eyes widen in fear, I don't know how he knows that. If he knows that much, then maybe he knows about the guy from MI6. I'm on my own in this, I'm not a cop, so I don't have any backup coming to save me.
"How do you know that." It's a quiet whisper, the moon light illuminating his features.
"You got a job at my gym, how wouldn't I?" His hand reaches up and twirls my hair.
"You were the one that scared everyone half to death." I say it to myself, putting the last pieces of a puzzle together but it goes straight to his head and he grins.
"Sounds about right." I'm breathing heavy trying to think about how to get away from all of this.
"What are you gonna do to me?" His eyes are filled with something I can't explain and fear fills my senses. He picks up on it, drops his hands and takes a step back. He puts his hands in his pockets and holds me in place with his eyes.
"Nothing, you're safe. You're under my protection now."
"What? Why?"
"Anyone who works for me has my protection."
"They don't seem to know that."
"I'm the only one they're aloud to be scared of." I tilt my head to the side as I stare up at him.
"So I walk away from one danger, only to walk into a different type? How is that supposed to help me? I'm doing just fine on my own, I don't need your damn protection and I don't need any more danger either."
"I don't care if you want it or not, I'm going to keep you safe."
"Mind your own business and stay out of my life."
"You're the one who walked into my life remember?"
"I don't care, stay out of it!" I say as I throw my hands into the air. He smirks at me, watching my tantrum.
"It's too late for that, krasotka."
"Kra-what?" He just smirks at me.
"What does that even mean?"
"Goodbye, myshka," he says over his shoulder,
as he heads back into the pub.
"Urgh! I don't speak Russian!!" I yell at his back. I walk over and grab my things off the ground. I hear barking from inside the pub and seconds later I see Rosco running towards me.
"A little late there bud," I reach down and pat his head. He looks up at me with big brown eyes. I smile at him and walk out to my car, it's now dark out. I unlock my car, get Rosco settled in and then head back to my studio apartment but on the way I decide to go check out the pier that I had walked by earlier today.
I park on the side of the road and Rosco and I walk to it. There's a bench close by so I sit down.
"What did you find out," he's standing behind me, in the shadows. It's the guy from the gallery. I don't turn around, knowing that he didn't come up to me because I may have been followed.
"How'd you know that I found something out?"
"You're here."
"Maybe I thought it was a nice view,"
"Cut the bullshit, I don't have all day."
"How do I know I can trust you?" I say but he mirrors my question,
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You don't." It's the truth because he knows nothing about me.
"Exactly," I stay silent for a minute, taking in the moonlight dancing across the water.
"In two days there is going to be a cocaine deal. At some pier. I don't know what one. In two months the Irish and the Russians are going to team up and try to take over the city."
"Why do you say try?"
"Because the Italians are a lot tougher than they look, they probably already know it's going to happen"
"How would you know?" Man I'm sick of that question.
"Does it matter?"
"Yeah because the only thing I know about you is that you can never be found."
"Clearly you found me."
"That's only because you showed up on our radar six months ago after you witnessed a store robbery and than you just vanished."
"I was in the back of the store, I couldn't see anything and how does that have to do with the MI6? It was a store robbery not a bombing."
"They stole intel. The store clerk was working undercover because we suspected that there were ex-military guys planning something near by-, listen that doesn't matter alright. You've told me enough to make my boss happy. There is cash under that bench." I look under the bench and pull out the bag, there's roughly a grand in it.
"Thanks, and not that it matters but next time, make sure they have training before they go into places like that. I was almost shot by way too many Russians."
"Goodbye, what was your name anyways?"
"If I told you that, than I wouldn't be very good at staying off the grid."
"You don't want to know my name?"
"Nope." I take the cash. Rosco and I leave the pier. We walk for quite a ways until I feel someone's presence. A cold chill runs down my spine.
"Rosco, go see who it is," he takes off running and I look behind me. As I look behind me, I run into a wall, or what I thought was a wall. Instead it's a muscular chest of a man with grey eyes. He stares down at me and looks angry.
"Can I help you with anything? Or are you always going to be in my way?!" I snarl at him.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you to watch where your walking?" I scrunch up my nose at him and he smiles down at me. I try to shove past him but he throws his arm over my shoulder. As he does this he turns around so that we're facing the same way. We both start walking towards my car.
"You shouldn't be alone out here."
"Get your arm off me." I elbow his side but he doesn't budge.
"It's dangerous." I try to spin out of his grasp but his hand keeps me in place.
"Let me go!"
"You're under my protection whether you like it or not so shut up and deal with it."
"Get off me!" This time I try to duck but instead he spins and pulls me into his chest and pins an arm behind my back. His arm keeps me from turning around and getting away from him.
"Who were you talking to?" He says as he grabs the bag of cash and tucks it into the inside of his suit jacket.
"That's mine give it back."
"You did me a favour, telling him exactly what I needed you to." My eyes widen as I realize that what had happened, had been too easy, the brother of the Don would know better. Deep down I knew that but I need the cash and this wasn't something I wanted to deal with anyways. I had ignored that quiet feeling and I just hope people don't get hurt because of me, it wouldn't be the first time.
"Ugh, let me go!" I try to fight against him but he pushes me closer to his chest.
"Thank you."
"Give me back my cash!"
"No,"
"Now!"
"Don't yell at me."
"I'll do what I want! Give me my money and let me go!"
"No," with the fist he doesn't have trapped, I try to take a swing at his face but I miss and hit his arm instead. All of the training I've been taught has escaped my mind with his close proximity.
"Please let me go." I try to use puppy dog eyes on him but as soon I make eye contact I realize my mistake. He brings his head down and rests his forehead on mine and ever so gently whispers, his breath tickling my lips,
"No," I pull my head back and knee him where it hurts the most. He groans out in pain and slackens his hold on me, I use it to my advantage. I grab the cash and start to run. I hear Rosco barking at someone in the distance and I call him back. He comes full tilt towards me and we run to the car. As I get within ten feet of it, I'm tackled to the ground. I hear Rosco's barks and growls but he doesn't attack my attacker. Rosco always attacks anyone who comes within five feet of me, why not now?
I'm flipped onto my stomach and pinned to the ground, my arms behind my back.
"Stop running," he says, not even slightly out of breath whereas I just had the wind knocked out me.
"Than stop! Leave me alone!"
"No,"
"And stop saying that!!" I try to wriggle out of his grasp but he doesn't let go. He's kneeling beside me while he holds my arms behind my back.
"I should just kill you, for hurting me like that," for a second pure cold panic and fear flow through me but I hide it and continue to struggle.
"You wouldn't dare!" I yell and try to get up. He chuckles softly.
"You forget who I am."
"Your a pain in the ass is what you are," I say out of breath. He releases me suddenly, I don't know why but I take the chance to grab my stuff and leave. As I go to get in the car, I glance over my shoulder feeling his gaze on me 
"I'm not done with you." He yells at me, a smirk crossing his face.
"Yes you are!"
"Nope." Ugh, I hate that word.