Forbidden Love ; A Mafia Tale

Sophie's Pov "Nice sets of boobs you got there". He smirked at me, taking his napkin out of his shirt, and handing it to me. "Excuse me?". I genuinely felt offended by his comment. "We both know you wanted my attention". He smiled again, dropping the napkin I did not take from him. "First off, you are not a waitress. I know all the employees that work here, and if you are new, I would be the first to know". He took a bite of his food, taking his time to chew, before opening his mouth to speak again. "Secondly, you chose this dress to wear, because you had planned to spill that drink over those innocent breasts of yours, hoping you would get my attention when you bent over". I fought the urge to drop my jaw. "Well, now you have my attention. Who are you and what do you want?". He looked at me with the most handsome, yet scary eyes I had ever seen. I searched my thoughts for the perfect excuse. I had been caught, and I clearly underestimated the intelligence of this man. I was not going to make the mistake one more time. "I have a crush on you". Stupid, I know. Study shows that acting stupid can get you out of 90% of your problems. It would surprise you. He let out a small chuckle, "Why don't you sit, and tell me more about this crush". He pointed his hands in the direction of the empty chair opposite him. I quietly sat, careful not to make too much eye contact and to come off as shy. Making sure to expose what gained me his attention in the first place. "You insist you do not need this?". He handed his napkin in my direction again. "Thank you". I whispered. Slowly, I dabbed the napkin over my cleavage, making sure he watched as I did. When I was satisfied, I pulled the top flaps of the gown, in an attempt to cover up. It was useless, I knew they were just going to open up again. "Tell me Miss..". His eyes left my breasts, and landed on mine. "Sofie". I smiled. "Sofie''. He repeated, with a short nod. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a phone call. Taking his phone up, his face grimaced, as he placed it to his ear. "I'm having dinner. What?". Such arrogance. Suddenly he dropped the fork in his left hand, pulling the second napkin out of his shirt, and placing it on the table. "Do I always have to do everything by myself?". He groaned, almost like a wolf. "I'm leaving now". He took the phone away from his ear, and got up almost simultaneously. Taking a card from his shirt pocket, he slid it in my direction. I raised my head to meet his eyes. "Call me tomorrow night, let's do something about this little crush of yours". He gave a wicked smile, his eyes glancing over my once again, exposed breasts, before heading in the direction of the door. I didn't realise I was holding my breath until he left. Playing back the events that just happened in my head, I sat at the table until I was sure he would have left the premises. Satisfied I had waited enough, I picked up the card, got to my feet, and made my way towards the door. It was hard not to notice the multiple stares from people who had been watching us. They probably thought I had gotten what I wanted. Which was true anyway. It was a bit chilly outside, I wrapped my arms around myself, as I walked towards a van parked on the end of the road. The doors opened, and shut when I was safely inside. "So?". Jerry looked at me with keen eyes. "Mission accomplished". I felt like agent 007. "Yes!". Jerry gave me a high-five, handing me a jacket. "I told you this dress would work magic". He smiled with a sense of self appraisal. "Oh please. My little babies were the stars of the show". It was my turn to praise myself. "You win. You win". He raised his hands in surrender. "We didn't expect you to be back so soon though". He had a more serious look. "He received a call, and left immediately. But we would meet again. Soon in fact.". I smiled as my fingers played around the card in my pocket. "Awesome". He nodded. "Let's head back Mark". Jerry relaxed in his seat as Mark started up the van, and drove away. … I scrambled to gather my things, when the van stopped. Putting my heels back on, I opened up the door. "Have a goodnight Jerry. You too Mark". I said as I got out. "See you tomorrow Sofie". Jerry gave a warm smile just before I turned away, and headed towards my front door. I threw my keys in the bowl, as I got into the house. Switching on the lights, I got out of my heels, making my way to the kitchen. Gulping down a glass of water, I walked to the living room, placing my bag and jacket on the couch, before Collapsing into it. I stared into the ceiling. I had a lot of work to do, but first on my mind was food. Making my way into the kitchen again, I made myself a sandwich and a cup of coffee, and this time, sat at my work table. I opened up my laptop, and his face popped up. Him. The arrogant, but intelligent man I met today. Mr Cameron Diaz. The son of Mr Santiago Diaz. Head of the Diaz mafia gang. I just took up the contract to write an article, which may end up becoming a documentary on the gang and how they operate. It was dangerous, but this was the big break I had been searching for. Something that would place my name on the lips of every resident in this city. The card. I rushed to the couch, scrambling through the pocket of my jacket until my fingers found it. Taking my hand out of the pocket, I walked back to sit by my laptop. Relaxing into the chair, my eyes carefully analysed every inch of the card. The card did not contain much. It was basically his name, and number printed over a grey coloured hard piece of small paper. "Call me tomorrow night", his words resounded in my head. Placing the card in the little desk drawer, I shut my laptop close. It was time to retire to bed. Cameron's Pov "I got your drink for you Sir". I raised my head, and my eyes fell on a beautiful lady, in a very short, and exposing gown. "I did not order any drink". My eyes ran over every inch of her body. "Oh. I must have mixed the order wrongly". She said with a shy smile. "I apologise for the disturbance". She bowed forward, and I could see her perfectly exposed cleavage. Just then, the tray she held in her hand tipped over, spilling the contents of the glass onto her exposed cleavage. It did not seem real to me. She had a motive. "Nice sets of boobs you got there". Taking the napkin out of my shirt, I handed it to her. "Excuse me". She stood up right, serving me a puzzled, maybe even offended gaze. "We both know you wanted my attention". I retracted my napkin, seeing she was not interested in taking it. "First off, you are not a waitress. I know all the employees that work here, and if you are new, I would be the first to know". I took a bite of my food while she stood and watched. "Secondly, you chose this dress to wear, because you had planned to spill that drink over those innocent breasts of yours, hoping you would get my attention when you bent over". I watched the corner of her lips fall as I spoke. "Well, now you have my attention. Who are you, and what do you want?". I searched her eyes for emotion. She was hard to read. It made her intriguing. She stared at me blatantly for about a minute before her mouth opened to speak. "I have a crush on you". She blurted. Saying something stupid to get out of the mess she created.. smart I must say. "Why don't you sit and tell me more about this crush". Motioning in the direction of the empty seat before me. She sat, slowly, bending over again so that her breasts caught my eye. And they did. "You insist you do not need this?". They were still wet, and the last thing I needed was a b***r in public. "Thank you". She whispered, taking the napkin from me. I tried to distract myself by wearing another napkin, occasionally stealing glances while she cleaned herself up. "Tell me Miss..". She placed the napkin on the table. "Sofie". She replied. "Sofie". The name rang a bell. The sound from my phone brought me out of my thoughts. I picked it up, looking at the caller I.d. Not now. "I'm having dinner. What?". "Do I have to do everything by myself?". I growled. "I'm leaving now". Throwing the napkin onto the plate, I got up. Her eyes followed my every move. I did not forget you my darling. "Call me tomorrow night, let's do something about this little crush of yours". I slid my card in her direction, took one last glance at her boobs, and made my way towards the door. Standing outside for a minute, a black SUV with deeply tinted windows pulled up before me. The doors opened, and I got in. "What do you want, father?". My voice was as grimaced as my face was. "It's nice to see you too Son". I rolled my eyes. No chance in hell he's happy to see me. "You interrupted my dinner". He let out a small chuckle. "Carl's boys are back in town". My eyes widened. "What!. We got rid of them". I could feel the anger boiling at the bottom of my stomach. "We thought we did. Apparently they have been in hiding, gathering enough men to strike us again". He relaxed into the car seat. "How did you get to know about this?". For the first time since the start of our conversation, I turned to look at him. "A spy was caught in the den this morning". He was getting old. Too old to continue this kind of life. "What did they do to him?". I already knew the answer to that question. "We did what needed to be done". A grin plastered across his face. "What do you need me for?". I looked away, focusing my gaze on the road. "I'm getting old Cameron. I need you to lead the boys. Infiltrate their hideouts, and get rid of them for real this time". At least he knew he was getting old. "I would think about it". I felt his eyes on me. "We do not have time to waste". His voice was stern. "Drop me off here". The car halted almost immediately, and I got down. The window wound down, and my eyes met my fathers eyes. "Take care Cameron". I nodded, and the glasses went up as the car sped off. Calling a cab, I made my way to my hotel. It was a long night.