Entangled With The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER1

Michelle's POV

“Honestly, I need you to actually delete my number from your phone or better still, block my line. You can't keep calling me every time you have a mini fry in your hand and you want me to talk to them.

That wouldn't work.” I said as soon as I walked right into his office. He looked up and smiled as he removed his glasses.

“Welcome, Miss Michelle!” He greeted and not only did his greeting sound sarcastic to my ears, but it also fueled my anger.

“Don't give me that look. You said the last time that I would be free to do my thing about the job, and now, I applied for my master's degree in Australia, and I have two months to go, but you invited me back for another therapy session with your criminals.

Who does that?” Williams stood up from his seat, picked up a bottle of water from his mini fridge and a file, and walked towards me.

“This is not a small fry, Michelle, this is the biggest opportunity you can ever wish for. When I saw it, I couldn't overlook how much work you have put into the organization and you are the best shot we have.

This guy is not some local gang or thug; he is a Mafia lord. We have been on his case for about a decade, and finally, we caught him.

This can win you a place in the organization and an international contract, and trust me, the reward for this is bigger than you can ever imagine. Degrees can be chased later!” Williams said and handed the file over to me and gave me the bottle of water.

“This should be the last time!” I said and opened the file to look at what I would be dealing with for the next two or three months.

The file was interesting and filled with all sorts of dangerous accusations. I think I will love this one!

“When is the session starting?” I asked as I opened the bottle of water.

“The next five minutes, it will be an hour every day!” He said nonchalantly and I raised my face.

“Is that supposed to be a joke? What's with the urgency?” I asked and he chuckled.

“You will see!” He said and I wondered what that was supposed to mean.

He led me to the inner quarters of the organization. I expected us to stop at the level 5 cell only for him to keep going.

What sort of man can be that bad for him to be kept deep inside the organization cell? I could already feel this was going to be a long train.

Finally, we arrived at cell 11, the most secure of them all. Mr Williams spoke to the two guards at the door and they looked at me before opening the door.

Mr Williams paved the way for me to enter while he set back. “Not going?” I asked and he nodded.

“It's your session; we will be watching; make sure to grill him; I trust you!” He said as he handed the air pod to me with a smile before turning to leave.

The moment I stepped into the cell, I could feel the change in the atmosphere. Goosebumps filled my body but regardless, this is my work!

I pulled out the chair and sat down while I called the attention of the man lying down on his bed.

“Good morning, Mr Bruce Lashley!” I said as I opened the file to check his name. He was still unresponsive like he couldn't hear a word of what I just said.

I looked at the camera installed at the left corner of the room with a glare as I put on my air pod. Mr Williams could have told me, the client comes with a bag of attitude.

“You can do this!” I heard Mr Williams's voice, and I turned to the man again as I swallowed the anger brewing in him.

“I am Michelle Oliver, your assigned therapist. Please sit up from the bed and step out to the sitting area!” I said, and finally, he spoke up.

“A therapist!” He said in a low tone, but his deep voice echoed in the room, causing a chill in my spine.

“I don't need a therapist! Tell Williams to come down and talk to me himself!” He said nonchalantly, and I looked up again, but I didn't give up this time around.

“I am sorry, he won't. I will be sure to do a better job than he would!” I said and he suddenly sat up and looked at me.

For a moment, I lost sight of the original location I was in. It was like I was teleported to an ice-stone age and sitting in front of a Greek God of war who combined beauty with danger.

His aura screams danger, his face was dangerously handsome, striking a long shot between seduction and death.

“You, a therapist, because I am here for a while doesn't mean I will be ridiculed. Tell them to send in a professional!” He said rudely and my heart boiled looking at him.

Did he just refer to me as a novice?

“Is this because I am a lady?” I asked and he chuckled.

“I love to feast on grown wings, not little birdies that just left their mother's nest!” He responded, looking at me nonchalantly with attitude and rudeness.

“Maybe this little birdie reminds you of how you orchestrated a total wipeout on the town in San Francisco, or this novice takes you back to the reason why you built an underground auction site for children, or maybe reminds you of how much of a human trafficker that you are?”

I asked in a strict tone as I was flipping the file and asking him the questions. He chuckled, causing me to look up at his cold face.

“That is why I called you a novice! Is that what they wrote out for you? They gave you the script to read to me, quite manipulative!” He said and smirked.

“Little girl, you don't belong here!” He said and I could not help but slam my hand on the table.

Bullshit!!