Mafia's Deadly Love

First Meeting

Aimee's POV

It's been a couple of days since I was attacked by those men. I haven't been able to sleep at all again. The first-night police stationed a car outside the orphanage just in case someone showed up again. They still do regular checks on us, which I greatly appreciate.

I had resumed back to my daily schedule. I am still looking for a job that pays better than the Red Bar. It's been hard. I have applied to tons of jobs with no response. I don't know how long I will be able to survive with literal peanuts, compared to the expenditures.

Luke and Beatrice have put up an online advertisement for the adoption of the kids. I think it will be better for the children if they get the attention and care that they need after all that they have been through.

As usual, I am behind the bar, mixing drinks and serving them as I go. The bar is packed with people as it's the weekend. I don't mind it, as more people means a bigger chance of making tips. Most of the night was uneventful until my boss switched me from a bartender to a server as they were running low on staff members.

I started taking orders and serving, I was quickly checking on people and getting things as needed. All of a sudden I feel a hand on my lower back pulling me back. it took me a second to realize what happened. I immediately composed myself and saw the man who touched me.

Instantly I knew he was drunk as a skunk. He was not alone. There were four more men with him and all looked pretty much in the drain. I thought to myself that it would be better to ignore it and move on. I moved away from the table and asked them, "Would you guys like to order anything else?"

"Sure, if you're on the menu! " They all started laughing like hyenas. It was disgusting but I kept my cool as I couldn't afford to lose my job.

I just smiled and started to leave when all of a sudden the man smacked my a$$ and said "Go get me a beer baby girl.." and winked at me.

I immediately left the table, tears were pooling in my eyes but I blinked them away, "It's alright, everything is fine, It's for my kids. For my kids." I kept saying this to myself and kept going.

A minute later, I was back at the table and placed the beer on the table, trying my best to stay away from the people at the table. I asked again, "Are you guys still doing okay here?"

"Sure, pretty face!" he said with a smirk.

I faked a smile and was about to turn around when the man dropped a fork on the ground "accidentally" and then said,

"oops, how clumsy of me... would you be a lamb and pick that up for me baby?" This was too much for me, my heart was racing and tears were threatening to drop down my face. I was tremendously scared but I had to keep going. I thought to myself if I would do it quickly, nothing would happen.

So I leaped for the fork when the other guy seating at the table kicked it toward the guy who was making me uncomfortable. As soon as he did that all five men started chuckling and making disgusting remarks. I had no other choice but to move closer to that man and bend over to pick up the fork.

I bent at the knees so that he wouldn't be able to touch my butt, but unfortunately, I was face to face with his crouch and he said "I would give $100 to deep throat my sausage." My heart dropped to my stomach. I could not believe the audacity this man had. I just quickly fished out the fork and was about to put it on the table when the man pulled me by my waist and made me sit on his lap.

I was so scared and I struggle to get out of his lap, but he kept tightening his grip on my waist and pulled me closer to him. I started shouting,

"let me go, leave me!!!"

"Oh, come on, I know you are loving this, one kiss baby girl, and your clothes will slip right off..."

Everyone started laughing, no one in the bar was coming to my rescue, not even the manager. Others just started recording this whole thing on their phones. I was desperately trying to get out of his hold. I managed to get out of his lap and was about to run away when he grabbed my shirt from the back collar and ripped it making me stumbled and fall.

You could see my bra from the back and be struggling to cover myself up. The man kneeled and his face was just a few inches away from mine.

"You are making this difficult and pissing me off baby girl..." he grabbed my chin with one hand and started pulling me close to his face.

" You better start cooperating or....."

Before he could finish his sentence I spat on his face and kicked trying my best to move away quickly, but he grabbed my legs making me fall again.

The impact of my body on the ground makes me scream in pain.

He gets and was standing over me with his legs on either of my side and bent down.

He screamed "You b***h" and was about to slap my face, I closed my eyes and prepared to brace myself for the slap, but nothing happened. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw another man holding the hand of the guy who was about to hit me.

The man was wearing a crisp three-piece black suit, I could see the tattoo on the back of his palm hinting at a full-sleeve tattoo. He was extremely muscular with dark hair and deep hazel eyes.

The well-dressed man pulled up the creep by his hand and took him away from me. I quickly got up and ran behind the bar counter and sat down with my back touching the bar I brought my legs to my chest covered my ear and started bawling my eyes out.

I just broke down. Everything was coming back to me and I couldn't stop crying. Even though I covered my ears with my hands I could still hear faint arguments and fighting sounds, breaking of things. I closed my eyes and just kept crying. I don't know how much time had passed when someone pulled me up again I was so scared, but I saw the man who rescued me and I felt a little bit relieved.

He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around my body.

" Are you Okay? " He said. He had no facial expressions. He had a very thick Italian accent, very similar to the men who attacked me at the orphanage.

I kept staring at him like an i***t with tears still streaming down my eyes. He didn't say another word and turned around starting to leave. That's when I realized that the bar was empty except for the staff when my manager came towards me and said,

" Way to go, Aimee, You caused so much damage to the bar. I will be the one responsible when the owner asks what happened. First, you take so much time off and now this. I am so fu*king done with you acting as the world revolves around you. If you can't handle a drunk guy, you shouldn't be working at a bar after all. YOU'RE FIRED, Don't you dare come back to this bar again and also kiss your tips and paycheck for this month goodbye, it's for the damages that been caused because of you."

" Please, Please don't do this I need this job. For my children please I am sorry don't fire me. Please I beg you."

I fall to my knees and join my hands to convince him to give me my job back. I kept sobbing and begging. I didn't realize that this whole encounter made the well-dressed man stop and witness the whole altercation go down.

He came back and pulled out a stack of hundred dollar bills from his pocket and placed it in the manager's hand and then he took out what looked like a business card out of his pant pocket and place it on top of the stack.

"For the Damages, Ask your owner to call me, without fail. You don't want me coming back here. I promise."

He pulled me up on my feet and dragged me out of the bar while I protest and begged for my job.

"CALM DOWN WILL YOU."

He rubbed his forehead in frustration.

I composed myself a little and with a sob lingering in my throat I said,

" I need this job, I have kids to look after, I Can't afford to lose this job."

"You need a job, I will give you one."

He handed me a paper with an address on it.

"noon sharp, I don't like people who are late"

Without another word he left me and walked towards a shiny blue car, he opened the door, sat in, and left.

I made my way to the orphanage and ran to the bathroom, I covered my face and cried my heart out for what felt like an eternity.

My mind was blank as I lay on the bathroom floor staring at the ceiling into nothingness.