The mafia boss wants me.

Date night

After that certain encounter with Marcel, the mafia never stopped sending her extravagant gifts which led her neighborhood to believe she really had something to do with the Mafia.

Even Mrs. Marlo, the sweet old lady down the street looked scared of her when she passed by their house in the morning. She had had enough of it, she didn't know where his house was but she knew he was a regular at paradise.

She would wait there for him.

*****

Evening came and just as she suspected it she saw him waltz in ,with familiar faces that all turned to look at her with unreadable eyes and intent.

While at the table, they conversed about their gun distribution

"Hey Marcello" his colleague Gian devan said "You know after killing Carlo i had heard that his mob were not very happy about it, it not looking good, they are out to get you."

"they can try to get me all they want, but it's not going to happen anytime soon"

"Whoa! no need to talk about all this gloomy matter, leave all that for the meeting, we are at a bar! , drink have fun" Fabian said changing all their sour moods to smiles,

"Hey Marcello I heared you were courting that bartender over there"

"And how did you know that"? Marcel said, taking his lighter out to burn his cigar .

"Come on, everyone in the city knows by now, I have to say it very unlike you, the courting and all,"

"Is she that slutty in bed?" Jacob counters earning mixed glares and signals from the four men at the table, and Marcel fuming.

"What the f**k did you just say?" Marcel muttered. Looking at Jacob with an icy glare that made Jacob shudder in fear.

"I'm sorry boss I was just joking"

He felt a tap from Fabian who's eyes where elsewhere.

"What? Marcel uttered, Fabian immediately gave him signals with his eyes.

He turned around to see the subject of their topic standing at their booth but the bodyguard stopped her from coming any closer.

"I need to talk to him," Vanessa said, glaring at one of the guards and then turning the scowl back to Marcel.

"Let her in" Marcel ordered

"We need to talk." she with finality not taking no for an answer

"I need the room" he mumbled, making everyone clear out immediately. He may be friends with them, but as the Mafia boss when he gives an order ,they are all quick to follow.

"What do you want from me?" She asked immediately the last person left

"I thought I had made myself clear a few days ago."

"Is it fun for you to mess with me? I told you I don't want to have anything to do with you did-"

-tell me you don't feel anything from me being so close to you Nessa, and do you possibly think I would do all this just to mess with you?. he said, Vanessa did not even know how he was so quick to get so close to her but, she could feel his heat so close to her as his eyes stared deep into hers.

She knew she had told him, no, but she felt her resolve breaking, she knew there was chemistry since the moment they met in that flower shop but now she didn't want to act on it knowing he's a Mafia.

She stepped back , keeping a space between them both ,taking a breath in to keep her sane as she talked, hoping he didn't hear her voice shake.

"So what can I do for you to leave me alone?"

"Go out on a date with me, just once."

"That will just fuel the rumor that I'm with you"

"Is it that bad if you are ?"he said, having the gods smirk at that moment.

"I'm leaving" she said

"I can make a private date just me and you ,no one Else"

"And how would you do that? The city is filled with restaurants and everyone can see in plain sight."

"I have my ways, i just need you to show up"

"Tell me where and when"

"I prefer to have your number."

And that was how she gave him her number, only when she went back to the bar it just came to her that she had been tricked into giving him her number

Fuck she just keeps getting more entangled with him.

********

It seemed her aunt pat knew nothing about the rumors going on or else she wouldn't be so quiet knowing what happened to Vanessa's parents who were her brother and his wife and what they went through, being entangled with the Mafia.

Vanessa had a day off today seeing it was Saturday, helping her aunts with house works ,as she went to her flower shop is that she was busier on the weekends.

She felt so jittery knowing this was the day she was going out with Marcel, at least him getting her to come on a date with him will make him lose interest in her

She wore a bralette crop top ,and mini wrap skirt paired with stilettos shoes and a black blazer

Her hair is put into a messy but stylish bun.

While she wore her drop earrings, she got a text from Marcel, she didn't bother saving knowing that this would be their last meeting she hoped so

The message read

0123xxxxx44

A car will be there to pick you up, don't be scared he's a trusted employee.

The message read.

"OK Vanessa let's get this over with." she told her reflection taking her bag and leaving for the date

***********

The car reached a secluded part of the city, no other house in sight Only meadows filled with grapevines which led to a parting illuminated with lights .

They reached a big house, it can not Even be called that, it was a mansion big enough to be castle illuminated with a hundred lights, there wasn't a lot of security but she knew they were hidden in plain sight, and anyone stupid enough to attack just planned his death.

She spotted Marcel, who was waiting at the door, oddly making her melt of how a gentleman he was.

"Nessa, welcome"

"I thought I said a private date?

Not your house"

"It's as private as you can get, don't worry I won't do anything you don't want me to, he said, smirking."

The maids served them their dinner in the extravagantly large dinner table with Chandeliers , the whole house having an old Italian feel to it,

dropping a lavish meal in front of Vanessa , she won't lie it looked amazing, but being in a strange place already with a mafia made her skeptical of eating it no matter how attractive it looked or he looked, so she just opted for the wine, a closed one that hadn't been touched.

"Am i that bad that you can even trust me with the food?"

"You are a literal mafia"

"Very well, so tell me about yourself Nessa "

"I'm sure you already know everything about me"

"No, I only research people when I find them suspicious, but you, my interest of you is very different from most as you can see"

An hour in, Vanessa she already doused her stomach with about two glasses of wine, already making her lose and less levelheaded making her babble more.

"What exactly do you really want from me?" She asked abruptly

"I just want you"

"Maybe you are just driven with lust”

"Or maybe I just want you" he counterd

She laughed, they were just going in circles. She knew she had taken a lot of wine but she still wanted to do this. She wanted to be sure this feeling in her chest was just from lust.

"Then take me" then she whispered as she got up getting closer to his chair straddling him, her breath mingled with his

"You can't take that back, you don't know me, once I'm in, I don't back out."

"Hmm," she hummed not really taking those word seriously, she knew this was crazy but she wanted to know what this crazy chemistry that had been driving them both, is Maybe it's just a one night fling that would turn off when they f**k each others brains out.

She wanted to try. at least sleeping with him would make him see that he just wanted her lustfully and would get him out of her life quicker, so she went for it.

"Just kiss me," she uttered

"You don't have to ask twice" Marcel said before catching her lips into an earth shattering kiss.