The mafia boss wants me.

The day grew colder by the second as heavy beads of rain fell in the town of Venice Italy, in the warehouse not too far, a meeting was happening, the silence was eminent as the only thing heard was the drops of rain on the roof, this was no ordinary meeting, this was the mafia mob meeting to pertain rules of Their share of the town and where they can do business deals. "Carlo, I told you that cannot work out, we do not do trafficking in this town, and worst of all, children? ai Mami " the older mafia called Vincent said. "Vincent, don't worry, the boss will never find out we just gotta keep it between you and me huh?" the younger of the two named Carlo insisted, he then whistled as a signal for his right-hand man to bring the briefcase he had been holding since they started talking, He made his way with the silver case as he then opened it revealed wads of cash all stacked as Carlo smirked thinking he could buy the old man off. "Gian Carlo stop this, the boss will have your head, they call him the beast for a reason, just stop it, please" the older begged. "He will never know, and a beast? isn't that too farfetched? the new boss is too quiet, he is not like his father Romano, he is weak and a fool, soon enough I will take over, it's better to be with me than him Vincent" the man continued cockily As they were sitting they suddenly heard a clap that broke the silence startling them both, the figure was in the shadows, and Carlo began to panic. "Who the f**k are you? and how did you get in here huh!" the man roared in impatience "Oh don't mind me it was just getting to the good part" the figure chuckled "You think you can just come in here and leave like that? buddy you are not going anywhere", he then gave a sign to his henchman to get the figure, but as the henchman reached the person, there was a gunshot, the heavy silence as it shocked the mafia. The figure then emerged from the shadows as it turned out to be none other than the head of the mafias Marcel Vance, with an evil smirk on his face that would make anyone shudder, it made Carlo's blood drain from his face as his snarky remarks turned to fear. "Wow Carlo, you wound me," he said sarcastically "so you came to meet him without telling me, wonderful I guess I can start cutting off loose ends" the room was then filled with Marcel's guard that immediately surrounded Carlo and his three henchmen as they instantly brought him to his knees, in front of where Marcel sat. " Please, please sir, I didn't mean it, it's not what you think, I just came to meet him for a business meeting i-" "- save yourself and spare yourself the lies Carlo, I intended for you to meet with Vincent for you to come here" The Mafia boss explained as he wore his custom leather gloves that had the family insignia on them " I found out about your illicit dealings and now you have to pay the price." Marcel explained as he c****d his gun. " Please spare me sir I didn't know what came over me please, I can help you, I can help your Empire grow bigger I can-". The sound of the gun was heard as Marcel blasted his gun through Carlo's skull as it bled. He didn't even flinch at the just ended a man's life; he just cleaned his gun and handed it over to Vincent, his right-hand man who has worked for his family for over 27 years. "Clean this up, would you? I have somewhere to be." **** He then left the warehouse as he entered his Ferrari, to head to the main town, he most times goes on his own as no one dares try to attack him when alone he arrived at the main town, t, as he was in search for tiger Lilies, as that was, is Mother's favorite flowers before she passed. He then stumbled upon a shop at cornerstone that he sighted tiger lilies from. "Finally some damn lilies " he muttered under his breath as he made his way to the store and parked at the corner since it looks promising, he stepped in as his nose was slammed with all varieties of flower scents and designs he then made his way to the desk as the florist was not on seat. " I'll be with you in a minute" he heard a female voice utter. He heard the thud as turned to see a woman beautiful, her hair up in a ponytail, with skinny jeans and a flowy, flower-patterned deep v neck plunged neck that showed her gorgeous collarbone as she made her way to the counter but her head hung low as she was assessing the flowers she just made into a bouquet. She looked and stopped in her tracks, as she sighted the figure only for her as she reached the figure whose body screamed s*x appeal so much it was blinding, calm your self down you horny fool, she told herself, as she had just moved back here after seventeen years in Los Angeles as he the man as she tried to keep professional. "Hello, welcome to Patty's flower shop. How can I help you today!" she uttered with the most alluring voice Marcel had ever come upon, striking eyes that could melt you as it stared into your soul. "Yes I saw the tiger lilies and I want a bouquet of it" "Okay coming right up I can get it for you in like thirty minutes-ish,” she said a little skeptical "That long?" "I'm sorry I'm only watching here for my aunt and I'm not used to it, but I can make a pretty good arrangement if you give me a chance" she coerced him with a pleading gaze as her eyes searched his, almost lost in their little world. "Fine you got me, I'll wait," never in his life as did he ever think he would utter those words, cause he was not a patient man but this strange woman who he just met his minutes is making him wait, and he was not disappointed thought the time frame was a lot, it came out beautifully, surprising the Mafia, not also was she ethereal she was talented too he thought. "Here you go, for your girlfriend?" she almost smacked herself for prying too much. Marcel laughed but indulged in their small talk. "No, my mama's" "Her birthday?" she couldn't stop herself from asking more. " No, death day," Marcel said as he then smiled sadly, "I'm so sorry I didn't-" she continued before the handsome stranger suddenly reached for her neck, which was supposed to be alarming but didn't scare her as he touched her necklace that had a small moon on it as he traced the small figure and his fingers unintentionally touching her neck making her shudder under his soft light touch. "-it's okay, I didn't get your name?" he quietly uttered as he looked directly at her catching her eyes as they continued staring at each other. "Vanessa, yours? " she managed to say even as her breath hitched by the proximity. "I'm Marcel Vance," he said looking at her to see if she had any reaction to his name but surprised him that she hadn't heard of him. "I'll see you around Nessa" he uttered as he left the store. ************************** The door had already closed, but Vanessa was still in awe of the stranger she just met, she was stunned by her behavior toward this man as their s****l attraction to each other was shocking. Her thoughts were then broken by the doorbell as someone entered for it to reveal her childhood best friend Marie Vermont, who smiled sheepishly as she made her way to the counter making Vanessa's eye roll by her friend's obvious excitement to something. The thing is that as much as Vanessa loved Marie she was a huge gossip and nothing got past her in town "What Marie?" "I haven't even said anything yet" she pouted as she picked on the rose in a vase. "You have that creepy look on your face when you wanna say something" "I didn't know you rolled that way" "What way?" "Bad boys or should I say the most dangerous man" "Huh?, OK now you're just going in circles and I have to be at work by seven Marie," she said as she took off her apron. "Oh shush I saw you guys flirting as I watched by the store window," she said without blinking or even a little embarrassed, "really vee! Marcel Vance?!, I don't know whether to pat you in the back or smack you instead," she said excitedly. "What? how do you know his name, and what do you mean by that Marie" "You know how I told you about how they how mafias and gangs in this town, power play and all that stuff with the main boss that controls everything." "Yeah?" Vanessa said skeptically as she wondered where this conversation was leading to. "Marcel Vance," "What about him?" "It's him, Vee, he's the mafia boss!" Vanessa's face immediately turned sour in realization as her friend uttered her last sentence. If there's one thing she hates, it's the word 'Mafia'.