Mafias mute love

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I looked at myself in the mirror, fixing my tux, brushing off invisible dust, and squaring my back. My hair was perfect in place, beard newly shaved. Everything looked perfect. It had to. In my line of work, facade was everything. I had to look the part. I would say 70% of the job was looking the part; now the next 30% was not pretty. My organization was dealing with guns and drugs. I owned a few clubs and restaurants as well.

"Boss?" I looked over my shoulder toward the sound.

"Leo. Is everyone here?" I asked.

Turning around, I picked up my phone and glanced at the clock—10:29 PM.

"Everyone's in the meeting room, boss."

"Good."

I squared my shoulders, and with my head held high, I walked confidently out of my office and toward the meeting room. Leo filed into place behind me as we walked.

I walked silently into the room, the only sound being my boots hitting the hardwood floor. Everybody rose to their feet and bowed their heads. I walked to the seat at the head of the table and sat down. Everyone mimicked my movements and sat down as well. I silently observed everyone, looking for any signs or mimics on their faces. When I was satisfied with not finding anything unusual, I leaned back in my chair, ready to begin this meeting.

"Speak," I said in a gruff tone. No time for bullshit.

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As the meeting dragged on, my mind drifted to the girl from yesterday. Her eyes were ice blue. I had never been more mesmerized by eyes as I was by hers. But the most fascinating part of her that shook me was the extreme amount of pain in her eyes. I love seeing people in pain. I live for that s**t. I'm a sick bastard. But for some reason, I didn’t like seeing her eyes filled with it.

"Boss?" Leo had bent toward me and whispered discreetly in my ear. It seemed I had dozed off and wasn’t paying attention to the meeting.

I looked out at my people and saw questionable looks. They tried hiding them well, but I could read them so easily.

"Meeting’s over," I said and rose to my feet, walking out of the room and toward my car. The clock was almost two. If I’m lucky, I might see my little scared kitten. She looked like she was heading home from school, if the schoolbag wasn’t a good enough indicator.

I drove my sports car to the same place as yesterday and waited for the girl.

I don’t know what I was doing there, or what I was supposed to do. I just felt I had to be there for some reason. Maybe to get a glimpse of the girl, then put her in the back of my mind from then on. Maybe I’ll know once I see her.