chapter 4
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~~Khleo~~
In New York, the Mafia families terrorized the city. Their clash was always against control, dominance and power. Even the government had no grip on them and even if they did it wasn't enough to pin them lawfully.
My prey was the Don of the second ranked Mafia family. His family was known for extortion and drug trafficking. He was termed dangerous and ruthless. One whose presence ignited fire and cold.
Shit! That bastard!!!
I perched my gaze on him, feeling an upsurge of anger as the other night played in my mind. I clenched my fists as though I wanted to get involved in fisticuffs with him.
He turned his eyes around scanning the diner for his supposed enemy, he had probably found none and went for a seat on the left hand side of the diner.
Oh no!!! I was supposed to attend to him. I cursed the moment once more.
I closed my eyes, trying to brace up myself once more. At least this time I wasn't on the edge like the previous time.
I quickly cleared the table, took the tray of empty bottles and glasses and dropped them behind the counter.
I turned around taking a deep heave, wiping my sweaty palms on my apron. I was tense! So tense!
I could hear my heart beating loudly from my chest. As I went towards his table I was hoping he wasn't going to hear it.
“Hi, good evening sirs, welcome to Gloves Diner.” I said, trying to force a smile on my face.
There were two men seated in front of him, one beside and another behind him but on another table.
It didn't seem like the men before, they were wearing something else.
My palms were so sweaty, It only happens when I am tense!
He raised his head to meet the direction of my voice, rolling his eyes up and down. A frown suddenly plastered on his face.
I was confused, did I say or do something wrong? I asked myself
“I'm sorry can I take your order sirs?” I asked the other man, trying to avoid the stings of his gaze and the horrible frown on his face.
“Are you that clueless?” He asked,
as he leaned forward, placing both hands on the table.
“Sorry?” Really I was confused, I had no idea what he meant.
“I said, are you so clueless!!!” He roared, even the sounds emanating from the speakers couldn't conceal the volume of his voice.
“I'm sorry sir, I have no…”
“Can you stop talking!!!”
I pierced my gaze against his. Yes! I was beginning to feel infuriated. But instead I let a smile slide from the sides of my lip.
I stood there mute, waiting for the next thing he was going to say.
I placed my notepad right back into the apron. The piece of s**t obviously wasn't ready for a thing.
“Are you new?” He asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes I'm new. I just…” I paused knowing that the information wasn't necessary. For all I knew, he wasn't a man of plenty words.
“Go on, you just what?”
“I just em… I just started today.” I said feeling angry as I tucked the strand of hair falling above my forehead, Placing both hands behind my waist.
“Do you have slurred speech?” He asked, thumping the table.
“No I don't!”
I just wanted to leave, for f***s sakes I was already tired of having him on my neck.
I heaved, turning my head to the customers that had already started to leave. Seemed like they understood that I was in some kind of trouble.
“I'm sorry.”
I had already started to leave when someone grabbed my collar from behind.
It was one of his men!
“You don't leave when I'm not done talking!” He said, as he stood up, folding his arms around each other.
“But what the hell do you want me to do huh? If I can't take y’all's orders what the f**k can I do for you?” I screamed, feeling extremely angry.
He smiled, gesturing for the guy to let go of my collar.
“when next you see me, try not to interrupt me, I don't like being interrupted, it pisses me off!” He said, as he sat down once more.
“Hmm!!! I wasn't interrupting you, I just wanted to get your order. I'm only doing my duty as a waitress.” I said, rolling my eyes angrily at him.
Oh! I had had enough for one day. The whole drama was pising me off.
“Alright, alright excuse my manners, I'm sorry.” I said giving up, as I bowed to apologize.
For the whole time we had been quarrelling he didn't take his gaze off me. I felt that was a bit off. Kinda made me feel like he was studying me or something.
I just hope that… s**t! s**t!!! What if he recognizes you? I asked myself, as the dawn of that possibility settled in.
No, that's impossible! I was sure, there was no f*****g way! I said to myself reassuringly, placing my hand on my tiny waist.
“ Can I have the menu?” He asked, bolting off the sporadic thoughts in my head.
Are you kidding me? It was at that moment I realised that I had left it over the counter. I closed my eyes and opened it, feeling foolish.
“Just hold on a sec. Let me grab it.” I said turning to leave, I didn't want to hear the next word.
In less than 30 seconds I was back with the menu in my hands. I handed a copy to him and another to the other men.
He took a quick glance at me and then went back to the menu.
“ Just a bottle of four cousins.” I heard him say, with a smirk on his face.
The other people wanted nothing.
By now all the customers had left. Just the 5 men were left. I couldn't find his drink on the shelf, so I had to check the cellar.
Coming back up from the cellar I could hear noises, it seemed like a quarrel had ensued between them.
I could hear their voices clearly. They were quarrelling about a failed deal. Those were Di Paso's men.
I got to the counter, ignoring the noises they were making.
He was screaming his lungs out, pointing fingers at them. It didn't seem to me like both parties were willing to settle their differences.
There's a gunshot!
Two bodies dropped dead, cold on the ground…
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