Her Savior (gxg)

Ch.3 Hi again

April 13, 2019
Lucia
    I haven't been able to get her off my mind. What type of person saves a stranger no questions asked? She seemed so nice and trusting I couldn't stop myself from writing her a quick note the next morning.

*flashback*
I wake up on someone's couch. Who's couch I don't know. I get up and start look around the apartment. I remember I'm in that pretty stranger's house. I go into the bathroom and wash my face looking at the gauze wrapped around my left arm. She did a good job sewing me. I go towards the room at the end of the hall and open the door. Inside was her bedroom. I close her door and go back to her living room. I write her a quick note to thank her.
*end of flashback*

Someone knocks at my office door, I look up annoyed that someone interrupted my thoughts but I still tell them to come in. 

Mark my underboss comes in looking a bit panicked and pissed off. After a whole minute of awkward silence he finally says, "Boss we have a problem."

I wait for him to say more but he doesn't so I tell him to calm down and explain to me what's going on.

He quickly starts to explain the situation "Okay so as you know we've been looking for the person who set you up a few days ago, but we've had no leads until now. This morning one of our shipments from New York was stolen."

I now understand why my usually care free friend is so panicked. If I got set up and a shipment was stolen I know someone is trying to take over my mafia. I ask him if he has any leads as to who may be giving the bastard information.

He looks like he's thinking deeply for a moment then he says, "I don't really have anyone in mind. They wouldn't be a part of our mafia if they were a mole." He stops and stares at the wall for a moment thinking about who it may be before he look to me and says, "It could be one of our newer recruits they may be less loyal to you since their new.

I look at him and chuckle lightly even though we are in a bad situation he is has always been smart thinking of the best option for our mafia.  I say to him "You just might be right how do you suppose we get this recruit to come forward about what they have done." He shrugs so I sit and think of an answer myself.

He looks at me waiting for my answer. So I
tell him " What if we had a special meeting with just the new recruits. At this meeting we'll tell them that we need someone to volunteer to help us get a shipment. The mole should be the only one to agree so whoever agrees we'll know.

He nods his head agreeing with my idea before asking who I would like to appoint this meeting or if I would be doing it. I tell him to have our best assassin Jennifer do it.

He nods a affirmative and leaves my office to go get them and bring them to my office. While I wait my thoughts drift back to the beautiful girl who saved me. She had dark brown skin, light brown eyes, and nice curly hair. I should probably won't ever see her again considering my line of work and all.

Mark and Jennifer come to my office 45 minutes later with one of my newest recruits she's only been here for a few months. I can't remember her name which is unusual. I stare at her intently I feel like I've seen her somewhere before. She has ginger hair with freckles covering her body and she's wearing cargo pants with a black t shirt.

I tell her to take a seat, after she does I continue to stare at her watching her squirm under my gaze. So you've volunteered to go to Bakersfield to get a shipment correct. She nods her and starts to bite her nails, her nervousness tells me she's the rat spreading information. I ask if she has any questions but she seems to have zoned out so I ask again.

   She shakes her head no then I dismiss her. Mark and Jennifer bust out laughing loudly breaking the silent tension in the room. Jennifer stops laughing and says "I need a drink after that, you gave her no room to talk your such an ass." Mark nods in agreeance still laughing at the whole ordeal.

   I laugh happy to see my best friends finally dropping their serious act. "Idiot you can't drink you have a job to do. Mark you have to follow her and catch her in the act so we can see which mafia she's working for.

April 14, 2019
*fast forward* Midnight

     My best friend showed up to the compound 10 minutes ago with a bullet in his left leg. Jennifer came in carrying him sobbing for him over his passed out body. How did I let this happen? I can't even take him to a doctor they'll ask to many questions. There is only one person who can help me now and I'm so sorry I have to get her involved. I knock at her door, once she opens it I notice she is only wearing a big t shirt. I look at her with pleading eyes and say "Hi again."

*Edited April 26*