The Second Chance - Mafia

Dangerous water

LANEY

Shit. f**k. What was that?! How did I allow that to happen? I slide down the shower wall until my bum hits the floor, the warm water pouring over me. I’m lost in my thoughts. How did that even happen?! Why did it happen? It felt so good though, but it’s so wrong. That was without a doubt the best s*x I’ve ever had. I don’t know whether I just think that as it’s been so long since I last had s*x I forgot what it’s like. Or if it genuinely was the best. One thing I’m certain of though is I can not allow that to happen again. Im supposed to be professional! What’s professional about sleeping with your clients! I let out a frustrated moan and tilt my head back to rest on the tiles. f**k. Not just the fact he’s my client, he’s also the f*****g mafia boss. That’s a whole other reason why that shouldn’t of happened! It can’t happen again. I won’t let it. Even if he’s just opened a door I closed a long time ago. I can’t let that happen again, with him at-least.

After what seemed like forever of me feeling sorry for myself in the shower, I finally found my feet and got out. I go to the bed and lie myself down. Think I’ll have an early night. I climb in the sheets and shut my eyes. Tomorrows another day.

Im awoken by the bright light coming through the patio door to my room. Yawning I glance across to the clock to see what time it is, 11:15am! Jesus I slept in! All that extra activities yesterday must of really taken it out of me. I climb out of bed and make my way to the balcony. Glancing out I spot him, making his way to the stables. I watch as he enters the stable yard. God he looks good. No Laney. Get that thought out your head. He’s off limits. We can’t slip up again. I don’t think I can face him today. I make my way back to my bed, it’s Saturday anyway. I think I’ll just have a lazy day in bed. I climb back under the covers and turn the TV on.

I jolt awake to a shouting outside my room. I must of dozed off again, checking the time it now reads 4:25pm. My stomach grumbles loudly letting me know it’s ready for some food. The loud voices grab my attention again, what an earth is going on out there? I jump to my feet and slowly exit my bedroom, following the sound quietly. Down the corridor to the left I find myself stood outside yet another big solid oak door, the shouting is coming from in there. I press my ear to the door after peaking around to make sure no one is here. “PLEASE. Please Becker! I…I mean Mr Ramono sir. I’m sorry. they made me do it, I didn’t want too but if I didn’t they were going to kill my sister. Please. I had no choice.” The man sounds desperate, he sounds young. My brows furrow as I concentrate on listening. “You always have a choice boy. I don’t have time for second chances.” Becker replies, he sounds so harsh, emotionless. “Please! My sister, she’s only 6. Our parents are dead. If I die she has no one!” The boy begs. “Did I ask for your sob story? Everyone has s**t in their lives. Doesn’t excuse the choices they make. You chose to steal from Me. So now I have to deal with that.” A coldness takes over my body as I feel it slowly take over. My heart sinks in my chest. The boy doesn’t reply, he just sobs. As if accepting his fate. Without any thought I push myself in the room. Becker turns instantly to me, his eyes narrow into slits. I’ve never seen him look so angry. And I’ve seen him angry quite a few times since moving in here. He is physically shaking. “WHAT THE f**k ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” My eyes go past Becker and meet the young boys. He looks only 18/19 if that. He’s badly beaten, his shaggy brown hair dripping with sweat, his left eye swollen and a cut above it bleeding down his face, his lip busted open, his hands tied behind his back, his feet tied to the legs of the chair he’s in. Just a young naive boy. Who made a mistake. “What are you doing?” I ask Becker, my eyes returning to his. Full of worry, fear and above all else desperately trying to find him. Because this isn’t the man who was f*****g me in the shower last night. Rough but gentle. This isn’t the same man. I hold my eye contact with his. But his eyes darken over, he smirks. Turning before I can do anything, he raises his gun *BANG* “No!” I scream. As I run forward his arm reaches out and grabs me by the waist supporting me up like it did last night. I crouch over, tears stream down my face as I clench my eyes closed. Afraid to open them. The ringing of the gun shot continues on though my ears. When I finally do open my eyes, the boy is sat lifeless, his head ducked, a huge bullet hole straight through the heart. I blink, taking it in. Stepping away from Becker, I back away from him. He doesn’t fight me, he allows me to move away from him. Once I near the doorway I tear my gaze away from the young dead boy to Beckers face, I look at him in disgust. He watches me cautiously, I can see he’s trying to work out what’s going on in my mind. His eyes are no longer glazed over, I can see a hint of the Becker who was with me last night. With one last glance towards the young boy, I turn on my heel and run. I run straight past my room, down to the main doors. I run out the doors, down the driveway to the gates. Luckily as if on queue a car is returning and the gates open. I take my opportunity and run out the gates. Andre fast on my heel followed by other men of Beckers. But before they can reach the gates they slowly shut behind me. I look in all directions before deciding on a route to go. Taking the left turn down an alley I run like my life depends on it. Not looking back.