The Second Chance - Mafia

Making a start

LANEY

After seeing Becker walking out with a blood stained shirt, I come to the realisation of just how dangerous of a situation I’m in. He’s a charmer of course, and he excites apart of me that I wish he didn’t. But I need to shut that s**t down and try and focus on this job I have to do, the quicker I get this done the sooner I’m out of this place and this situation. That man is dangerous. I need to remember that.

I set myself up at my laptop and start the design works for the basement. Just switch into work mode. Let’s get this done. As I open my CAD software to begin my designs I realise I haven’t got the measurements of the room. Or the measurements of the equipment he wants in it. I groan loudly frustrated with myself. I grab my tape measure and make my way out towards his office. Dreading every step I take. I really don’t want to see him, but I need those measurements to be able to get this work done. I stop at the office door. Trying to hype myself up, to find some confidence to get this done professionally. I bring my hand to knock on the door then stop myself. Squinting my eyes closed I give myself a small lecture in my head “what are you doing?” His voice shocks me making me jump from my spot in front of the office door. “JESUS CHRIST!” He laughs at my reaction. Actually laughs. I’ve never heard him laugh before. He sounds almost normal. I scowl at him. “What the hell?!” He stops laughing, his eyes narrow slightly. “Why are you stood at the door talking to yourself?” He questions me, clearly amused. “I need measurements for the design. And a list of the Ermm.. equipment you require so I can get their measurements too.” He nods his head amused. As I step aside he opens his office door and signals me to follow. He presses the button on his desk opening the passage to the stairway. “I’ll write a list of the ermm.. equipment I need. While you go measure up.” He mocks me. I roll my eyes and go to make my way down the staircase, only to be stopped by his hand on my wrist. He spins me around to face him. I don’t even speak as flashbacks of him with a blood stained shirt comes back to my mind reminding me of who this man is and just what he’s capable of. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He questions me. I hesitate to answer. If I answer yes what will he do? If I answer no and he knows I’m lying to him, would that be worse? As I weigh up my options he studies my face. “Well?” He barks finally fed up of my stalling. “Maybe. I.. I’m not sure.” I answer nervously. The image still present in my mind. He furrows his brows, he leans in close to me, I can smell his cologne “don’t forget who I am Laney.” With that he releases my wrist and walks back to his desk. What was that? I swallow back my insults and my comments I want to say and turn on my heel making my way down the staircase.

Don’t forget who I am? I’m aware who he is. Even more so after seeing him after his ‘business.’ He had to take care of. God knows what he’s done to that ‘business.’ I close my eyes and remind myself to get my job done and be as professional as I can.

Once I’m in the basement I turn the lights on. I take note of where the main supply is, noting down on my small sketch of the room where the light switches are, the door, any other things I can’t remove like pillars, walls, partitions. I then measure the space. Width, depth, height. The bed. I’ll measure the bed. It’s a lot bigger then a standard king sized bed. He must want the bigger one for his activities. The thought makes me hot and bothered straight away. Jesus Laney. Get a grip.

After I’m satisfied with my measurements and my sketches and I feel like I have everything I need I make my way back up to his office. He’s sat at his desk writing out my list. “Is there any other entrances or exits to the room?” I ask I didn’t see any personally but I’m not an expert on this home. There could be a number of hidden passageways especially in older estates like this one. He glances up from his paper and looks at me. “One, leads straight out to the garden.” I furrow my brows, confused as to where it could be as I didn’t manage to locate any. I take my sketch over to his desk and place it infront of him. “Mark where it is” I order. He locks eyes with me and licks his lips. “What’s the magic word” he toys. I bite my lip in annoyance “please.” I grind out. I just want this done for Christ sake. And it’s obvious he’s enjoying toying with me. Pushing my buttons! And then he wonders why I get snarky with him! He takes his pen and marks an area behind the bed frame. I look at the sketch twisting my lips to the side to understand why it’s hidden behind the bed frame. And how it isn’t obvious? “Would you like it hidden behind the objects in the room? Is that done purposely? Or would you like it to be noticeable in the redesign?” He doesn’t respond to me straight away, instead he continues to stare at me. It’s only then that I realise how close I am to him, I’m practically towering over him. I step back awkwardly “sorry.” I mutter for invading his space. “It is done purposely. Not many people are aware of that exit. And I’d like to keep it that way. Thank you.” He stands from his desk, making his way towards me I hesitantly step back, suddenly my back hits the wall. He closes in on me, leaning down to my mouth his lips inches from mine. What’s happening. I find myself urging him to kiss me in my mind. I involuntarily glance at his lips. He notices instantly and smirks. “Here’s the list.” He pulls back breaking our moment, leaving me stood, dazed. I release a breath I didn’t even realise I was holding. Shaking off what just happened I storm towards him, grabbing the list from his hand I grab my sketches and measurements from the desk and storm off towards the office door. Without a second glance I slam it behind me and storm back to my room.

As soon as I get to my room I shut the door, sliding down the frame I take in what just happened. He’s dangerous Laney! Why did you want him to kiss you?! f*****g i***t!