Page 31 of A Mafia's Treasure

According to the folder, this guy has missed three payments. So maybe the boss isn’t as bad as I thought. Three payments is quite lenient. I would have only given him one chance to pay up, and if he hadn’t paid by then, that would have been his one and only chance.

God only knows what he owes the money for. My guess would be gambling, but to be honest that isn’t what I get paid for. As long as my phone pings with a successful payment that’s all I give a shit about.

I sometimes question when I lost all of my morals, and then I quickly realize I should never doubt or question myself. Fuck that shit. I do what I do because I love it, and it makes me feel alive. If people think I’m crazy, then they would be abso-fucking-lutely right. I smack my lips as I paint them red with my favorite lipstick and adjust the short black wig that Tony gave me. I look hot as hell.

I wonder what Nicolas would think if he saw me like this? Ah, mother fucker! I need to get that man out of my mind. Maybe ending the life of another will make me feel better.

Taking one last look in the mirror, I smile. It definitely will.

“I will head out and be back mid-morning,” I say as I toss the folder back on to Tony’s desk.

He whistles as he stands and looks me up and down, his arms folded across his broad chest.

“Fuck off,” I say as I walk out of the container and head toward the bus station. I still can’t believe I have to travel on the fucking bus. There is no way I am going to be stuck next to someone the whole way there having mindless chit chat.

Chapter23

Frankie

As I step down from the bus, it’s dark and eerily silent. I stretch after being cramped on a bus for the last hour and a half ... okay, so that’s not long but it’s fucking long enough.

Someone is definitely keen because my phone chimes with a text and it’s really fucking early or late depending on how you look at it. I take my phone out to scroll through the messages and debate what to do.

Sex God: Tonight, same time?

I sigh as I keep reading the texts … I am not going. I can’t. Not now feelings are involved. I need to shut this shit down and fast! This is getting too fucking serious for me, and it’s only going to end badly especially if he doesn’t feel the same.

Sex God: DON’T BE LATE!

My pussy pulses when I think about what he would do to me when I eventually turn up, and I know if I don’t go this time he’ll be pissed.

Me: Busy with work and can’t make it. Maybe another time.

I exhale as I hit send, and I wait for the response, but I get nothing. It’s easier that way as I have shit I need to get on with, and at least it proves that I was right. It’s only me that caught these fucking feelings.

When I get back, I’ll speak to Tony and see if there is another room I can use, maybe then I won’t bump into him.

Sliding my phone into my back pocket, I make tracks down the side of the road. From what I read, this guy, whom I decided to call the doomed motherfucker, lives in one of the trailer parks and as there aren’t many about, it shouldn’t be too hard to spot.

My feet crunch along the dirt track as I get closer to the doomed motherfucker. I passed a sign for Philly Park about five minutes ago, but there doesn’t seem to be much around apart from a single bar, which is closed, and a gas station. But that will work to my advantage as it’ll be less people to spot me come and go.

Yes! I find the entrance and locate trailer 181983, and it appears that he is still awake. A light is still on inside and his shadow is stumbling around. Finally, something is going my way. I head to the door and my phone starts to ring. Fuck! I forgot to switch it to fucking silent. I snatch it from my pocket, flicking it to silent mode, and see Nicolas is actually calling me.

I turn my phone off, but I can’t help wanting to know what he wanted, but now isn’t the time. I have more important things to do, I have to ignore these fucking butterflies and get to work. I try to navigate my way to the door, stepping over all the junk in the small yard. There’s trash everywhere, and I jump when a rat scurries across the floor. Fuck, this place is a shit hole!

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I tap on the door of the trailer, making a mental note of the surroundings. It appears to be the only one around with the others set back from this one.

“What?” A guy answers, but his demeanor changes when he sees me leaning against the railings.

“Hey, handsome.” I twirl the bottom of the black bob I’m sporting, which is itchy as fuck.

“Hey, yourself. What’s a pretty girl like you doing out at this time of the morning?” He leans his head out the door, looking around. “And on your own too.”

I smile sweetly. “Honestly, I’m a little embarrassed. I was at the bar earlier, but I was too nervous to speak to you, so I … well, I followed you.” I giggle. “It’s taken me all this time to find the courage just to knock on your door.” I dip my head down and roll my eyes as the guy in front of me falls for it.

“You did, huh? You like what you see?” His chest puffs out as he pulls a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one up, smoke clouding my face.

Yuck! This guy looks a mess with his balding head, stained white wife beater, and tatty blue jeans, that are being held up with braces, are not attractive to me in the slightest, but he buys I'm interested.

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