Page 91 of Hearts Held
“I love you,” she states, but before I can tell her how much I love her, the receiver clicks and the call has ended. Running my fingers through the greasy strands of my hair, I sigh, as an unhinged idea rips through my mind.
I walk to my mangled desk and prepare to devise a plan to carefully and chaotically ruin the Italians most sacred tradition. Dinner.
Watch the World Burn,Falling In Reverse
“Oi! Where is the fucking risotto!? I’ve been waiting to serve them and they aren’t going to have patience for long!” the chef yells at me.
I turn toward the head chef in his pristine, perfect, all-white uniform. His arms are crossed and worry isetched into his features. I present two delectable dishes balanced on either arm. I waggle my eyebrows and say, “The last ones are ready, sir. I just wanted them to be perfection.”
He sighs heavily and grabs the plates from me, then ushers another sous chef to take the remaining dishes on the counter into the dining room. “Jesus, Christof, you had me worried for a second.” He rushes out and I can hear his bellowingItalianoaccent through the kitchen doors. “Gentlemen! Gentlemen! I give you my prized dish, the mushroom risotto. Bon appetit!”
The rattle of the dishes being set down echoes off the walls as I lean back on the prep counter.
The head chef comes back through the swinging double doors with a bright smile upon his face. “My boy, you really impressed me!” He grabs my head and kisses both sides of my face.
I gave him a small smile followed by a chuckle.
Too bad I’m about to ruin his night. He seems like a nice man, but unfortunately he is one of Sabini’s bitch-boys.
Peering up at the clock, I take note ofthe time.
“You know, that white truffle balsamic was fantastic! They ate it so quickly, and who would have thought a creamy truffle would bring out so much flavor in the salad? Exquisite, my boy!”
He slaps my back three times, then moves to the other side of the counter and begins pouring a glass of port.
“To a fantastic dinner and more success, my men!” He hands out the glasses to me and the four other men standing in the vast kitchen. Then we toast one another’s glasses.
I watch everyone down their drinks and return to their stations to pick up their small portions of dinner. They take mouthfuls of the risotto, humming and nodding their heads in approval.
One man raises an eyebrow at me. “Why aren’t you eating, dickhead? Come to think of it you haven’t tasted any of the food or drank with us all evening. What are you? Too good for us?”
The chef moves in front of him, the plate of risotto in one hand as he spoons more of the dish into his mouth. “You know, how would you like to work for me full-time? I know you have only been here for a couple weeks, here and there, but this is art.”
The man behind him rolls his eyes and glowers at me.
“What is your name, my boy?” He asks so politely, like a prideful uncle. His round face is eager, his full cheeks puffed along with his round belly.
“It’s Bobby,” I state.
He chuckles. “I know that, but I forgot your last name.” He peers down at his plate, and you can see his eyes glaze over as his body sways ever so slightly.
“Bobby, Bobby Afton. Sir.” I stand firm and at the ready.
His eyes slowly look up at me, recognition flashing over his face, and then pure anger drains the kind expression he just had.
He doesn’t say anything but furrows his brow, narrowing his eyes at me. He gives a small cock of his head, then a loud crash follows from the dining room.
The other men stand in shock over hearing the news. Until the asshole behind the head chef finds courage in a rage and lunges toward me. I step to the side but leave my foot out, so he goes stumbling into the two knives I taped to the table. Too bad the metal blades blend in with the metal preptable.
Not.
Two men rush out of the room. The drugs will finish them off sooner or later, so I don’t need to chase after them.
The chef stumbles to the floor and sits on his fat ass.
He looks up at me like a pissed-off toddler who just had his day ruined.
Too bad his family made the poor decision to ruin my life and create this monster that stands before them.
