54
MIRELLA
"Shadow, Demon, come here!" Noah calls once across the hall and tells me to sit down. I immediately do what he tells me and knead my hands nervously.
I'm so unwanted here. The looks are already telling me that I should piss off here and that they don't want me here.
"Boss!" they both shout at the same time and stand in front of him.
"This is Mirella. New ! I would ask you guys to stay with her as long as she doesn't have her tattoo. It could be that people here are very interested in them. Your job is to take care of them, understand?" Noah asks them both sternly. He immediately gets a "Yes, boss." back from both.
For a moment they both look at me appraisingly. Then they look at each other skeptically and shake their heads slightly.
What ?
"Well, I have to get some papers from my office. I'll be right back." he says and leaves me alone with the two beefy guys.
He shouldn't go.
"Wait... may I please come with you!" I look at him pleadingly. He shouldn't leave me here alone with them. I'm afraid.
"I just need a few minutes."
"Yes, I'd be happy to come with you for a few minutes, please?"
Please, please, please !
"All right, come with me and you two take care of the goods, which are about to arrive." He orders the boys, who immediately nod.
What I find really creepy is that both do everything synchronized. Almost like robots.
"Afraid?" asks my new boss with a grin and runs forward.
"Maybe." I answer and follow him with quick steps.
"They think you don't belong here. You have to prove yourself, otherwise it will be 5 long years for you Mirella!"
Mirella... I like the way he pronounces my name. He rolls the R so beautifully.
"What do you have to do to prove yourself?"
I don't want to be an outsider here. I don't want people to hate me. They're all way more dangerous than me.
"Maybe you should learn to defend yourself first. A mafia chick who can't shoot isn't exactly what we need here."
Well... somehow that's true.
"And where can I learn something like that?"
"You will learn from the best of the best... me. We can get started right away after I've accepted the goods and sent out a few invites, if you'd like."
He wants to teach me how to shoot? Does he have time for that at all? I look at him silently and then nod slightly.
"Perfect."
After he gets his papers from the office, we walk back to the training and meeting area of the giant hall.
Hopefully soon I can prove that I deserve respect. People here just seem to look at your performance. I've never done anything right in my life and never shown real performance.
"Sit, you can help me. Whenever I'm done with the things you put them in an envelope, close it and put my coat of arms on it with the stamp. Can you do that ?"
"Do I look too stupid for that?" I ask him slightly offended. Just because I dropped out of school doesn't mean I'm stupid.
"You tell me." he answers coldly and signs the first invitation.
What is it actually for?
"Why do you have to write invitations?" I ask. And then so many. There are thousands.
“Every August there is a ball for the Mafia membership and their leaders. All Mafias in America gather together. Each leader is allowed to bring his hundred best people. I will invite all my people. It's an evening where we forget about being enemies and have fun. I started it when I started the mafia and it seems to be very popular with the mobsters."
ok ? I didn't even know that all the mafiosos can pull themselves together sometimes.
"Are you friends with one of the mafiosos too?"
He pauses.
"Friends ? No ! I don't get attached to people. It doesn't matter if it's friendship or love. I can't trust anyone now, and I don't. When you have as much power as I do, you're just being taken advantage of."
Does he really think so?
"But don't you feel alone? I mean, you may have a lot of people around you who are always willing to do anything for you, but... you don't really connect with any of them..."
It must be hard being alone. He has no family, no friends... nothing. A pretty sad life.
"I don't feel alone. If I want to do something and someone wants to be there, I'll take someone from my mafia with me."
I nod.
He still feels alone sometimes. I'm sure. No person can do without friends or family. There has to be someone he loves or cares about, right?
I go on with my work in silence, ignoring the looks of the people here. Please stop looking at me like that. You scare me.
"What about you?" he asks suddenly and looks up at me. What about me?
When he realizes that I have no idea what he means, the corner of his mouth twitches slightly.
"Do you have a boyfriend ?"
A friend ?
"No..."
"Too bad...I'd like to smack someone over something like that."
What a thing.
What does he mean ?
"You are mine and must do EVERYTHING for me."
"Can you stop? I'm not yours I only work for you." I whisper and look around.
"YOU ARE MY PROPERTY, MIRELLA !" he shouts loudly across the hall and starts to grin as everyone looks at him.
"What's that about?" I hiss.
"What should what? You're mine for the next 5 years. If I were to tell you now that you have to undress, then you would have to do it. So be glad I didn't order you to...yet."
He can forget that. I would never do that.
"Don't you dare. I will not do that."
"We'll see about that."
