His Mafia Queen

Chapter 4

"I'll do it." I answered softly into my phone as I stared blankly at Detective Moreau's card in my hand.

"Once you agree to this, there is no going back." The detective warned me. I could tell I just made his day better but I felt worse. I thought long and hard over this decision and no matter the outcome of what I decide, I will not get what I have desired for years. I want to be loved by someone, cared by someone and I will never get it because I don't want to drag anyone else into this dark rabbit hole I am in.

I nodded at first before realising he couldn't see me. I was sitting on the bus, a stop short from my stop, heading to work.

"Yes. I'll do it." I told him again. "Under my conditions." I added as I pressed the buzzer, letting the driver know I wanted the next stop. I don't know what my conditions are, but I have all day to think about it.

"We will negotiate the conditions at the Embassy, Miss Galloway." Was the rough voice and I knew Detective Moreau was back to the grumpy mood I now know him in.

I slightly groaned. I missed my real name and as much as I wanted that back, I knew I never will again.

"Okay. When and where shall I meet you?" I asked him nervously as I stood up, seeing Jeremy, today's watcher, do the same.

"I'll meet you at the airport. 6pm sharp."

"Today?" I stuttered, stepping off the bus and fixing my bag up. "I have things I need to tie up first." Today wasn't suitable.

"Today." His answer was curt as he hung up.

Groaning again I walked the short distance to the small restaurant to start my shift. Thankfully, I only had the morning shift because just like every other morning, it starts out slow.

"Char, how are ya?" Shelly asked as she bustled through the door, running late. I smiled at her as she hurriedly did her hair up and took an apron, shoving the pockets with pens and a notebook.

"Good. Yaself?"

She grinned at me wickedly as she winked and scooted out the back to the kitchen. I kept my smile in place as I made my way to a table, a broad male with their back to me. He was alone and I pulled out my notebook and pen, a wide smile on as I looked at him. "Good morning, how may I..." My voice faltered. It abandoned me. Memories of six months ago resurfaced. A broad man in a black leather jacket. Speaking Italian as he held the gun up to the man's head. Pulling the trigger as blood splattered everywhere.

"Yes... I will have black coffee." Came the thick broken English, breaking me free from that horrible and vivid flash back. I jotted down a quick note, my hands slightly trembling.

I tried to keep it together as quick as possible. "Anything else?" I nervously asked as I stared into his eyes, pretending that I didn't know who he was and prayed my face did not show my emotions.

The man looked at me and shook his head.

My fingers trembled as I smiled and slowly stepped back to the counter, pulling a ceramic coffee cup off the shelf. It is no longer safe here. I have to warn the others. I left the empty cup by the coffee machine and tried to walk calmly into the kitchen, where Paps, Shelly and Markus the cook were talking.

Shelly noticed me first and came to me, here hands outstretched. "Char? What's wrong?" She asked in concern. "You are as white as a ghost. Are you ill?"

I looked at her with fear. They have no knowledge on who is sitting out there. "You all have to leave." I whispered. "Don't ask. Go out the back door and leave." I stuttered. "I will deal with it. Call the cops and leave before he realises, I'm gone too long." My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I wasn't sure if anyone else could hear it.