mafia's princess little secret

"Suzzy I honestly don't want to get involved in this mess honestly. I've had a bad week and I just want to stay home.” I whine.“No, you've been sad all week, ever since you didn't get that job. I mean, that was a once in a lifetime opp--” "Suzzy” I cut her off, “can we not talk about that, or anything related to that.”? I plead with her.She sighs “fine! But that man is a freaking douche. Ugh” she slams the car door shut, but it could hardly be heard over the loud music booming from the club.Leave it to suzzy Flores to take you out for a wild night. She's a good friend, I think our fifteen years of friendship can narrate that, but you can never trust a Flores with your life, especially this one. “Come on Santiago! Don't be such a bore. Live a little, and honestly, fuck Men!” She yells into my ear. We had already made into the club.If there's one major reason why I'd never attend clubs, it'll be the sweaty bodies and hot alcohol breaths coming at you from every different angle. I

Chp3I slowly turn my head towards his direction and for the first time I look at his face.I pause. What the fuck??“Mr. Fredrick?!” I scream.His eyes go wide, now matching my facial expression.This fucking prick!.......“You!!” I seethe.He scoffs “unbelievable.” “Unbelievable??? What the fuck is this? Some kind of shit show?”I slam the coat on the car seat, pointing my fingers outside the window, trying to describe this whole situation.He ignores me, lighting a cigar.He pulls off the jacket he had on, sinking into the chair, totally unfazed.“What are you doing here?”“What I'm i-- what do you mean, what I'm I doing here! You fucking kidnapped me, scared the shit out of me” I gulp, “and you shot an innocent civilian.” I say the last bit quietly.“He wasn't innocent.” He drags his cigar.“That didn't give you the right to kill him!” I yell.He grunts, “fuck this.” He slips his hand into the back of his trousers and reveal a gun. Furthermore, he points the gun at me.“Woah, wo

With great power comes great responsibility.So, what if you were given a position, in a company you just started working in, as an assistant to the C.E.O?You take responsibility, right?Well, wrong. You stand there wondering how and why you were given such authority knowing fully well your portfolio isn't fit for such position; I mean my portfolio is good, obviously, but still this is too much responsibility.“Excuse me, what?” I ask the receptionist for the millionth time.She smiles warmly at me, “Mr. Gun requested you resumed immediately as his personal assistant.”I inhale, “and where exactly is Mr. Gun?” I ask as nicely as I possibly could.“He's out of town now, but he'll be back in a few hours.” She replies.Okay, I guess this is as far as the conversation goes.“Well…” I skim through her chest looking for a name tag, I sight it “well miss Susan, I honestly appreciate your kindness, but I submitted my portfolio for sales manager and have zero knowledge of what an assistant d

“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

“We'll arrive at the venue in 5 minutes, sir.”Fredrick turns to me, “are you ready, Santiago?”“No?” I whisper.“Good because we need you to be nervous. Lee dong loves his girls shy and innocent.”“Just like you, Fredrick.” Sebastian chuckles.Fredrick stares at Sebastian, giving him the 'what the fuck is wrong with you' look.It would have been funny, but I can't even process laughter right now. What if I mess this up and expose all of us?What if I make one wrong move, and he puts a bullet through my skull?I begin to panic.“Relax.” Fredrick places his palm on my naked back, rubbing little circles with his thumb. “You're fine, you can do this. And if you fuck up, you're not going to die because we won't allow him to hurt a single hair on your head. So, breath Santiago.” He reassures me.If he thinks that calmed me down, it didn't. It only made me grow hotter, having his hand brushing against my back, a hand he still hasn't taken off my back. I try my best to relax my breathing an