The Second Chance - Mafia

LANEY *buzz buzz* “urghhh” my hand slammed down on the alarm clock, yawning as i pulled myself from my warm sheets to the cold crisp air of December. Todays the day, my first job at Jackson’s design company. I need to make a good start! 4 long years studying my arse off to get to this point! What to wear, I study my wardrobe as my gaze fixates on a white blouse and my grey mid length skirt that hugs my curves in the right place. No, I’m not a super skinny girl. My tummy isn’t flat, nor is it toned. But I’m not overweight either. My figure is very hour glass shaped thanks to my big hips I inherited from my mother. Hoping into the shower, I quickly scrubbed myself clean and washed my waist length auburn hair. I decided to tie my hair into a loose bun today and add minimal make up, I want to look presentable but not too over the top. Checking the clock when I’m finished 7:40am. Okay time to make my coffee and set off for work! The cool winter air hits me as I step out onto the street. I recently moved to America from the uk to try start fresh after my divorce. Married 4 years, not what I was expecting my marriage to end up like but it is what it is. Luckily we never settled fully and had children so once the divorce was finalised I could just pick up and leave. As hard as it was to say bye to my family, I knew this would be something that would help me in life. I loved that man fully. The way our marriage crumbled broke me, I couldn’t face rebuilding at home. So new start in a new place was the only way forward. After a short walk a few blocks I finally see the building glooming over me. I look up taking in its beautiful but also intimidating structure. Here goes nothing. It’s midway through the day and I’m loving it so far! The boss is a little weird, but the people in my office seem lovely! Especially one particular girl Alice, since I stepped in this morning she’s took me under her wing and shown me the rundown of the company; where everything is, where I need to be, what I need to do. Living and working in New York City might just be the best choice I made. 3pm, I’m concentrating on the design for the new apartment building down the block that we have the contract for. My first official design! I’m so engulfed in my work that I didn’t notice the door to our office floor open. Nor did I notice the 5 men in suits with guns strapped to their waist, or how the environment in the office space changed to tense & unnerving. “Laney!” Alice whisper yells to me, while kicking my chair. “ouch. What?” I ask loudly as I glance up. I notice the looks on my colleagues faces and quickly whip my head around to see what’s got them all so pale. My breath hitches in my throat, my pen drops from my hand to my desk as I’m met with the darkest, coldest eyes I’ve ever encountered. He’s tall, atleast 6ft. His black hair is messy but smart at the same time. His black suit is nearly bursting open due to his huge, muscular frame. I’ve never seen a jawline that chiselled. My good god. He is absolutely stunning. But no matter how gorgeous he is. His demeanour shows me he’s not someone I want to be involved with. He looks evil. Pure evil. His cold icy blue eyes dart to mine, he looks at me with the harshest stare I’ve ever been given and it sends a cold chill up my spine. I quickly look away to avoid the intimidating stare out. Alice gives me a side glance, her eyes full of panic. Who is this man? And who are the other men surrounding him? My boss’s office door opens “good afternoon Mr Ramono, c..can I help with anything?..” my boss Tomas Jackson stutters out, he looks like he’s just seen a ghost. My gaze lifts back to the unknown man, his gaze still on me, finally though he turns his attention to my trembling boss. He gestures my boss into his office. Tomas nods his head meekly, the men all walk in the office followed lastly by Tomas who then shuts the door. Everyone in the room looks at each other panicked, what ever is the matter with all these people? Who are they? Panicked chatter begins to erupt throughout the office space. I look at Alice “what’s going on? Who are they?” Alice swallows and finally everts her gaze from the closed door to Tomas’ office. She looks at me, eyes wide and full of worry “that, that is Becker Ramono. The Mafia boss”