The Italian Mob

Chapter 6

I woke up to the alarm I had set and got dressed, going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and brush my hair to put it up. Once I was ready I went to the kitchen and found Mark already showered, dressed in his off clothes and eating a bowl of cereal. I grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down, he looked at me differently today for some reason, maybe it was because I wasn't in the loose sweatshirt and pants from yesterday. 

“Eran is in the gym, you should make it over there before it hits seven.”

I looked at my watch and walked out to the gym, not seeing anyone else out about like yesterday. I walked into the gym and Eran training with someone, the trainer that was with him said two more minutes, I stood towards the wall watching him and windows. Once they were done Eran walked over to me, smiled and nodded looking at me up and down. He walked past and back to the house, I followed like always and to his living room. 

“You look good, hell I would f**k you.”

“Thank you”

I heard a chuckle from the kitchen automatically knowing it was Mark, Eran shook his head and laughed. 

“You know, you don't seem to have a sense of humor.”

“Not when I'm working sir.”

“Is that why you are so uptight and in this business?”

“I’m in the business because I don't have family, never have. I guess I was just born for it.”

He nodded but all joking was gone, he then walked to the office and I stood in the corner of the room like before. Today is pretty boring just standing around the house but its my job, that night when I got off I asked him if it was ok for me to go to a club in town. He said he didn’t care but to tell them I was his bodyguard and to carry with me, they would let him know when I got there, when I left, and if anything happened. I nodded and left, he had given me a pair of keys and told me not to scratch it. I finally got to the club I had seen when I arrived and told the bouncer I was Eran’s bodyguard, he let me in no questions asked. I went to the bathroom and checked to make sure I was alone, once I was certain I made a call to the CSI in washington and told them what had happened and what I had seen, they said they were taking it all down and hung up. 

When I walked out I looked at one of the mirrors making sure I looked halfway ok. I wasn't sure how to completely be a girl anymore. I knew the basics enough, my hair was let down, makeup done and in a red dress with red heels. I looked around the club and noticed Mark over at the bar, I waited for him to walk away before going up myself to get a drink, I got a beer, and was hit on by a guy not far down the bar. Then someone came up beside me, I didn’t know him but thought it would be ok to talk. I sat there and talked to him a while, found out he was a doctor and loved dogs, but I couldn't find myself attracted to him but laughed at all of his jokes. Halfway through the night I noticed Mark was in a dark corner of the club watching me, when I looked his way he showed himself but only a little. I didn't have to work tomorrow so I felt like he should have been home by now asleep for his next day of work. I had zoned out thinking about the way it would feel to have him touch me, I had never been touched in the ways I was thinking about him. I snapped myself out of it and told the guy I had to go home but that it was nice to meet him and walked out into the cold drisk air. I had only two beers the whole night.

At first I wasn't sure if I could hold my alcohol but I didn’t feel a thing, I walked over to the car and drove back to the house. I had parked it perfectly, the same way I had taken it. I was walking inside when another car pulled up and Mark stepped out.

“Hey hold on.”

“What”

“Why did you go to that bar tonight?”

“When I got here, it was closed but it was the only club that seemed worth going to.”

“Well, I have to say, you look amazing tonight.”

“Thank you”

I couldn't hide the smile coming to my face and I could feel my cheeks blushing.

“Well I can tell you have feelings now, you didn't even get close to red cheeks with the guy at the bar.”

He then walked past me like nothing had happened, was this just an experiment? Was my feelings something for him to be entertained by? Was I just not experienced enough for all of this s**t with guys? I could answer that, no. Well if my feelings are something for him to play with, it's not going to happen again, I was going to be the mean cold hearted b***h he thought I was when I first walked in. I walked upstairs to my room pissed off, getting ready for bed, after I climbed into the bed I couldn't help but to look over at the desk at the sketchbook. I wasn't sure if I was going to draw or not, or even how good I would be anymore.  Not long after I started playing everything that had happened tonight in my head falling asleep at the thought of his words.