big shot part 1

“What do you mean you can't make it? It's Monday night! We always go bowling every Monday night since our third year in college!” Suzzy yells into my ear from the other side of the phone.

I sigh, struggling to get into my skinny jeans, have I added weight?

“Listen suzzy, I told you already for the fifth time, something important at work came up, so I have to- I must attend.” I explain yet again.

“It's that bastard, isn't it?” She seethes.

“Who?” I ask, finally slipping to the jeans after wiggling and hoping for thirty seconds. I walk around the couch looking for my bra, I swore I left it here last night.

“Mr. gun, that douchebag is making you work over time, and you just started working for him. I swear, if he's doing something crazy, and you're hiding it from me…”

My heart skips a beat. I hate lying to herin fact, I hate lying in general, but sometimes lies and ignorance keeps man alive.

“Suzzy I promise it's not like that, and besides he's paying me more than I even asked for, so it's all good. Okay?”

I finally find the bra lying on the couch cushions. I put it on quickly and throw my shirt on to my body.

“Fine. But are you sure I shouldn't come along?”

“YES!” I yell.

“It's going to be boring anyway” I chuckle nervously “meetings, talk about meetings, business, sales--”

“Okay, okay, I get it. All those business talk can make some run mad.”

I laugh. “Yeah, the 'business talk' can make someone run mad.” I echo her words, but with a different meaning attached to it.

“I'll leave you to it then, if anything comes up, please let me know?”

“I will, don't worry about it.” I reassure her.

“Fine, and don't forget to call your mom! She's on my neck, saying you're bouncing her calls.”

“I will. Bye!” I end the call immediately.

I reach my door and stare at my apartment one more time, In case I die tonight. Too soon?

I check my time '8:12'

“Shit, shit, shit! I'm late”.

Furthermore, I dash out of the apartment and into my car; my ancient beetle, and make my way to the location Fredrick sent to me before this moment.

I arrived at exactly 8:30, the location is definitely a bit far from my apartment and my beat up car didn't at all help with the situation, but effort is better than no effort at all, right?

I get down from my car, walking towards the large gates, hindering me from getting into the estate. Did I forget to mention I was right In front of the biggest estate in the whole of New York! It literally smells like old money, looks like old money, feels like old money. I'm getting goosebumps by just standing here right now.

I inhale and ring the bell.

The radio goes static before a robotic feminine voice speaks from the other side. “Name?”

“Oh, I'm-- Debra Santiago, and I'm here to see Mr. Gun.” I reply nervously, stammering a bit at the beginning.

It goes silent for a few seconds before a loud buzzer sound comes from the speaker and the gates slowly open.

“Thank you!” I yell to no one in particular and make my way into the estate.

In all honesty, I was expecting the address to take me to some typical abandoned factory where all their deals and dirty jobs take place, but this? This is honestly a surprise to me.

Are what books say about the mafia all lies? Well, I guess I'm about to find out.

I don't know exactly where I'm going, but I just drive to the biggest house I see. It's right in the middle and it's stands out, with a water fountain in front of it.

Getting closer to the building I see people, well, heavily armed men standing guard. I stop the car and carefully step out.

“You're late, miss Santiago.”

A voice calls from beside me. I turn and see a middle-aged man dressed in the finest suit strolling towards me.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't quite aware of--”

“It doesn't matter” he cuts me off

“Mr. Fredrick has been expecting you. Hurry in now.” He walks In front of me, leading me into the mansion.

He definitely has some manners to brush up. Is that how they treat guests?

I recognize some of these bastards, some were with Fredrick that night. I strengthen my guard.

I don't even have time to take in my surroundings because we are walking so fast, my ankles ache. How can an old man walk so fast? Goddamn!

We turn a corner, and he comes to a stop, I hadn't processed that yet and bumped into him. He doesn't turn around to stare at me, he just clears his throat and points towards a slightly ajar door.

“Wait here, Mr. Gun will be with you shortly. Is there anything you would like?”

“No, I'm fine. Thank you.”

He nods and leaves.

I sit, waiting for the man of the hour.

I think I'm in a waiting room, there isn't much in here unlike the rest rooms I past, just a well painted picture of a horse and few furnished furniture.

I'm about taking my sit before the door bursts open, I immediately stand on my feet.

“You're late!” Fredrick states angrily.

Well, no shit Sherlock.

I lift my eyes to give a snarky reply, but my tongue is held back by the sight before me.

“Is that blood?” I question.

The so-called man of the hour is covered in sweat and blood, I can bet my left kidney that that blood doesn't belong to an animal.

“I said you're late, Santiago.”

“Whose blood is that? Who have you killed now? Whose innocent blood is that?” I nervously ask.

He walks towards me, his jaw ticking, “it could be yours or any of your family members if you continue irritating me.”

“I'm irritating you? You're the one covered in someone's blood! My God.”

“I don't just kill anyone, I kill murders, drug dealers, terrorist, rapists and a lot awful more.” He talks into my face.

At this point, he's towering over me.

“And that should be something you're proud of?” I counter, not backing down.

He stares at me hard, as if he's holding himself back from sleeting my throat.

“Yes.” He responds, walking away from me.

I don't talk back, not when he's holding on to that gun like that. I blink and calm myself.

“Follow me, we're already late.” He walks out of the room, not bothering to check whether I'm behind him or not.

“I--i still don't understand what I'm to do. Aren't I going to train?”

“Your mode of business doesn't need combat skills. Yet.” He adds the last part, making me even more nervous.

“So, what I'm I supposed to do?”

“Seduce and slowly kill.” He replies as if it's a normal thing for me to do.

“I'm not killing anyone” I halt. “Not a single soul.”

He turns around, the blood and sweat on his body glistening under the light, making him look like a dignified warrior. It irks me that I still find him appealing even in a situation like this.

“You won't be saying that when you find out the things he's done.” He turns back around, leading the way.

I follow behind. “That won't change me mind.”

“We'll see.” He replies almost mockingly.

What a fucking prick.

“Hurry up, there's someone you'll have to meet” he gives me a side glance “he's been waiting for you, Santiago.”

“Who?”

We take a sharp turn.

“Me.”

A familiar voice speaks from behind me. I turn around to see who it is.

“We meet again, love.” He smiles, showing off his perfect set of teeth.

Well, damn.