Sold to Moretti Mafia

Fallon

There are menus at the end of the table near the sugar and salt and pepper, and I grab one to give myself something to do.

A woman who looks to be about sixty-years-old with graying hair saunters up to the booth. She looks like the mothering type. The kind that makes the best hot cocoa, crochets blankets, and stuff.

Her gaze bounces between us before coming to a stop on me. Her big eyes widen in horror. Oh god, are their marks on my throat? Do I have a black eye? Shit, I didn’t even look in the mirror. I probably look like I just lost a boxing match.

“What can I get ya to drink?” she drawls, dragging her gaze away from me.

“Two coffees,” Markus answers before I can even form a response.

The old woman seems to bite her tongue, nods her head, and whirls around, heading for the coffee pot. My heart skips a beat in my chest as anxiety swirls. The last thing I need is for Markus to do something to her.

I wouldn’t put it past him to kill a little old lady.

I stare down at my hands, which are holding the menu with a death grip. Markus doesn’t say anything, and aside from some late-nineties diner music, silence surrounds us.

The little old lady returns with our coffees, setting them down in front of us.

“We’ll have two number one breakfasts,” Markus orders for me, and I lift my gaze to glare at him. He gives me a toothy grin that says try me, and I’m tempted, but not enough to risk someone else’s life. He’ll kill everyone in here, even her, and I couldn’t live with that on my conscience.

“Sure.” She scribbles something down on her little notepad and then turns to me. It’s then I see her name tag. Minnie. It’s hard to appear normal under her microscopic gaze, especially when I know she can see right through me.

“Ya know, sweetheart, if you need help…”

I shake my head, fear rising up. “I don’t need help,” I whisper almost shamefully.

I do need help, so much help, but not from her.

Markus clears his throat, and I worry the second I look at him, he’s going to have his gun out and pointed at this old lady’s head. It’ll be an image I won’t soon forget.

“Listen, lady, you need to mind your own business,” Markus growls like a bear.

Fear pulses through my veins like a second heartbeat. I’m sure the waitress is going to back off, scared of Markus, but instead, her wary gaze flicks to him. She shoves her notepad into the front of her apron before placing her hands on her hips, ready to give him a lecture.

“Everything becomes my business when it walks into my diner, boy. I know guys like you, seen ’em my entire life. Always causing trouble and hurting women. Thinking they’re the king of the world. Your type doesn’t scare me. You’re nothing but a little boy to me. I’ve seen much bigger and scarier monsters than you.”

Oh god. Please.

“I’m okay, really… everything is okay,” I try to defuse the situation, afraid that Markus is going to lose his cool and flip his shit. My chest tightens, and I’m prepared to jump between this woman and him if I have to.

Strange enough, the opposite seems to occur. Instead of overreacting, Markus lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head. It’s like he’s amused and not at all threatened. The likelihood of her fighting him is slim, but she could call the police.

“I appreciate your concern and your bravery. Seriously, lady, you’re hiding some gigantic balls under that tiny apron, but I can assure you, she’s well taken care of. I’m not the one who did that to her face, and I’m not causing trouble, yet. I respect your need to check on her, but she’s fine.”

Her brows pucker together with disbelief, and I add for reassurance, “I’m okay. He’s not hurting me.”

She scowls, looking my face over once more. I know she doesn’t believe us, and she shouldn’t, however, after a second, she doesn’t seem to care anymore.

“If you say so,” she mutters and walks away to submit our order.

Once she’s out of earshot, I peer over at Markus, giving him a dirty look. I find him sitting back in his seat with a smug look on his face. He thinks he’s so smooth.

“You thought I was going to hurt her, didn’t you?”

I shrug. “You hurt me, so what makes it any different?”

He leans across the table, his eyes bleed into mine, and I can’t help but squirm.

“I didn’t hurt you because I wanted to, Fallon. You left me no other option, and you continue to put yourself in danger again and again. As for the little old lady, I’m not always a violent person. I can be very understanding, given certain circumstances.”

It’s my turn to laugh, but I don’t.

Even though this is a joke. All of it.

Him and me. What we’re doing right now.

We’re headed nowhere.

A car with no destination.

I have to focus my attention on finding the one thing that the person who took my sister wants. If I can find it, then maybe I can still save her.

Or at the very least, I’ll have a bartering tool. Hope starts to bloom in my chest at the thought. I could still do this. I’ll save her at any cost. Even if that means putting myself in danger.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He doesn’t want to help me, anyway. He wants to keep me trapped, keep me as his for as long as he can. Soon he’ll find out I wasn’t made to be kept. This started as a job and will end as one.