HIS OBSESSION

CHAPTER TWO

“What!” Matt yelled abruptly, standing up from the booth, his face filled with anger and shock. It was already sunset and the number of customers was decreasing as it was almost closing time. He was still engrossed in his call as he walked out of the café door when Katie approached.

“It seems like work has called his attention again,” she said, referring to the call.

“Yeah probably,” I said with a soft smile as I looked out the window.

“Well, you should lock up and head home. It’s almost seven. You don’t want to walk home alone in the streets of Michigan,” She said, cleaning her hands on her dress with her handbag hung loosely on her back. She left me all alone in the café with a few customers.

I craned my neck again outside the window to see Matt heading back with a grim look on his face. I quickly rushed to him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, a tight smile on my lips.

“Well...uh... one of my work partners, he is close to me, he was attacked on the road and all the goods we were to take to the airport today were stolen...”

“What!” I exclaimed, holding my mouth in shock.

“Yeah, a massive loss, Mia, and I was called for duty, I have to go, Mia, promise I’ll visit soon,” he said, and before I could refuse he was already out the door, the bell dinging as he left.

WTF!!!

Seriously, he just abandoned me without even a hug. What kind of job doesn’t give you space? I mean even my waitress job, though stressful, we always have a break to spend time with our loved ones. I probably won’t see him again till Christmas.

I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as I packed up the remaining dishes in the dishwasher, cleaned up the tables and set the plate on the plate rack. I untied my apron and hung it on the apron rack. Grapped my bag, I locked the front door of the Café, turning the open sign to close. I went through the back, grabbing a bag of dirt, I dumped it into an incinerator and locked up the café.

I walked out onto the streets contemplating if I should follow the shortcut through an alley or the main street that would take an hour before I got home.

I finally agreed on the short cut, as I sauntered into the lonely alley, the. The eerily silence of the night, dark murky corners creeped me out, creating shivers down my back, the air was really cold and, for some reason, my heart dropped into my stomach. I was starting to get anxious and nauseous as I walked through the dark alley, my handbag clutched tightly to my side as I walked. Turning on another street, a loud bang had me falling to my feet.

The sound of a gunshot erupted in the air. I shivered slightly, my eyes widened in shock at the sound of a gunshot. The rational part of me was yelling for me to run home, but the irrational part of me, which was the most stupid part of me, wanted to see the cause of the gunshot, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was the main reason for the gunshot, I wanted to know why and what was happening like always, and out of curiosity I wandered towards the sound of the gunshot, I crossed allies after allies, taking turns trying to find where I last heard the gunshot.

Another gunshot erupted in the air, this time louder and closer, meaning I was approaching it. I ambled through the dark alley slowly and finally came to a clearing. This alley led to a park, the full moon shone above us as I slowly moved to the end of the alley, resting my back. I saw a large group of men all dressed in black tuxedo holding different sizes and types of guns. Their SUVs’ were parked at the entrance of the park, two men stood opposite each other, glaring at each other like it were a staring contest, two dead bodies were lying on the floor with their hands tied behind their backs, blood gushed out of their heads which had a bullet hole in them.

“You dare challenge me Dylan?” the man on the left asked, his expression stone cold, the light from the moon wasn’t bright enough to describe him, but I could tell he was handsome.

“Oh please Don, you think I’m scared of you, those goods were meant to be mine but you forcefully took them.”

“Now I have gotten back what is mine with a little collateral damage, I hope you don’t mind,” The man on the right said with an evil smirk.

“Oh I do mind,” he said and, as if he had given the sign to shoot, bullets from different guns went through the hearts of many people, it felt like slow motion as blood splattered out of their chests..

Their painful cry and the sound of the gunshots pierced my ears, a bullet hit the guy on the right, Dylan on his legs and he cried out, falling to the ground, his face conquered in anguish, he cradled his leg. He put his hand into the bullet hole and pulled out the bullet with a loud groan.

“How does it feel? How does it feel to be shot in the legs like this?” the guy Don asked, shooting him in his other leg. Dylan cried out in pain as his other leg was shot, his bone broken or probably paralyzed.

“Don please” he begged, using his hands to draw himself away from Don.

“I don’t listen to pleas, you dare challenge me? Your Don? The Mafia King? Huh?” He said, raising his gun in the air.

Wait did he just say, Mafia King…

A loud gunshot shook me out of my thoughts as Dylan lay on the floor lifeless. I whimpered, struggling to get on my feet as I supported myself on the wall. Clobull as I was, I hit a container I wasn’t aware was on my back while trying to stand. All the men, including the Mafia king, turned their heads in my direction. The Don's eyes squinted and looked directly into my eyes. His eyes widened in shock as he had probably seen me. Soon a torch flickered in my face and that was all it took for my mind to say the words.

“Run!!”