Page 30 of A Mafia's Treasure

Leaving the room after everything that happened was hard, too fucking hard. I wanted to leave it all in there and come out feeling nothing but the afterglow of a good fucking …If only that was all I felt!

All I can think about is the feelings I have building inside. When I think of Nicolas, it’s like a thousand butterflies are fluttering around my stomach, trying to escape, drummers bang their drums in place of my rapid heartbeat that pulses loudly in my ears, and longing … I miss him, yet I hardly know him.

Oh, I know him physically but not well enough to know his coffee order or even his last name … Could this be more than just lust?

Love … no, fuck no! It has to be lust. I can’t fall in love with some guy I’ve been meeting up with like that!

Wandering down the street aimlessly I get more and more frustrated with myself. Why did I allow myself to become vulnerable with him?

My phone chimes breaking my train of thought … thank fuck.

Tony: URGENT!!!! Get back to the gym asap.

Me: Jesus, calm down on the fucking exclamation points. I think the capitals gave it away, boss!!!!!

I smile as I picture him annoyed with my response, but I can’t help myself.

Tony: Just fucking get here.

I decide I’ll take my time and walk a few blocks before heading to the subway. I’m not in the mood tonight for some asshole ordering me around. The last guy that did that had me following his every command, and this one isn’t getting the same response, that’s for fucking sure.

Finally, walking along the pier I stop and lean against the railings, taking in the view of the New York skyline. It truly is breathtaking as the sun begins to set behind the skyscrapers.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Tony hollers. “I told you to get here ASAP, not stop and take in the fucking scenery!”

I huff out a sigh and turn to face an angry looking Tony, and for the first time since I met him, he truly looks pissed.

“Hey, boss, what can I do for you?” I casually stroll up to him, smiling sweetly. Who knows, maybe my casual demeanor will soften him up a little.

“You could have gotten here a damn sight fucking quicker. Get your ass in here … NOW!” he shouts and stalks back inside the container.

I assume that my sweet approach didn’t work, so I follow and head to his office where he is stomping around like a bear with a sore head.

“So, I am here, what’s wrong?” I ask as I sit in my usual seat opposite his.

“I need you to go through the rest of this list. The guys started but ended up getting fucked in a bar fight in Miami.” He slams his fist down on the desk.

It surprises me because all the guys here are professional, and I don’t know how this happened, but I guess it’s just one of those things. “Maybe, someone just got a bit too big for their boots. You know it can happen,” I tell him with a shrug.

“Yeah, well, it means we now have two of our guys spending the night in fucking jail, and then getting their asses back here and keeping a low profile.” He runs his hands over his shaved head and blows out a breath. “The boss is going to be pissed about this. They should be done with this list by now.”

“Okay, so where do I need to go?” I ask him, not bothering to go into detail about the “boss”. No one bothers to talk about him anyway, and the guy sounds like a dick. People make mistakes.

“Philadelphia,” he says as he sits down in his chair. He slides a folder over on the guy I am heading out to look for.

“What do you need me to do?” I look up from the manilla folder.

“His time is up. Read what you can and leave the folder here. The Greyhound leaves in thirty.” He continues to look at me.

“What the fuck, the Greyhound?” I sigh. I fucking hate buses.

He shrugs and throws a black wig over to me. “Wear this, it should help disguise you a little?” His lip lifts in a smirk.

I pick up the wig and head out to the changing rooms, taking the folder with me, so I can change into my black skinny jeans, T-shirt and trainers … easier to move around in.

He calls after me laughing. “Look at it this way, at least it’s straight through, no stops on route.”

Mother fucker.

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