Addicted

Chapter 2

Giovanni Liotti

I took the coffee from the maid's hand, she gave a look and then left. I was too tired for that. "The hit of last night was successful," My father announced. Even though I was the Don of the mafia, he still was very present, and still helped me with the decisions, but my word was the closing one. He had to retire from his position because of a serious injury he had.

I saw more of our men entering the room with their combat clothes still on. I had to leave the field because the organization from the base was taking a hit and they needed my help. He kept talking and congratulating us about the hit last night, but I couldn't take a certain someone, and a certain action, out of my head.

Her presence was intoxicating in a weird way, as I had met her just two times. Her light hazel eyes were the one of the most beautiful. Her full lips, the way she licked them before speaking. Her skinny, pale figure. I kind of figured out she was into something, or was ill, because that was not someone's shape in a healthy state, but she still managed to look fucking hot and beautiful and fuckable, and take my attention from everything else. Her dark, wavy, brown hair. Oh for fuck sakes, I didn't even know her name.

"What are you thinking about?" Angelo, my stupid best friend, nudged me. He took my younger brother's attention. When my father and the rest of the table left, we stayed behind. "You are thinking about the girl."

"What? No." Lie

"Right." He didn't buy it. "You couldn't take your eyes off her since she served at the table for the first time. You should talk to Chris and ask him about her." He told me. We met Chris years ago, when we saved him from his alcoholic father and since then he had been helping us, but also staying behind everything. "Come on." He stood up.

"Where?"

"To the coffee shop? Duh." He tried to pull me up. "Come on man." He pulled my wrist. "And you also know we have to talk to Chris. We need the place. Dolly let us have it at night." He excused. I rolled my eyes and saw that is only 6:24 in the fucking morning. I went to the shower and changed into a full suit, with a black dress shirt and no tie. I only wore those torturous things when there were important meetings.

I got in the driver's seat of my black Maserati Ghibli 2021 and drove to the shop. When we got there, I parked and saw that it was still closed, so we went through the back door. We got in and saw Mike starting to bake. "Hey Mike." Angelo greeted. I nodded at him and he did the same.

"What are you doing here?" Chris came out of a door next to the kitchen.

"We need to make sure we will have the shop tomorrow night for our next hit." I informed him. He nodded in acknowledgement and took a key.

"And we also want to know about that girl." Angelo said. I rolled my eyes pinching the bridge of my nose, questioning my existence. Why was this man so bald? Chris turned around and frowned, looking for us to elaborate. "The little one, with  brunette hair and hazel eyes. The one that served us the other day."

"Why do you want to know about her?" He asked, opening the door for the meeting room that was in the shop. I thought only Chris knew about that room out of all the people who work here.

"I don't know, we just got interested in the girl for the last few weeks." He winked at me.

"Marina?" He asked.

"If that is her name?" Angelo asked, before I could even open my mouth.

"Yeah. But why do you want to know about her?" He asked. I knew he cared and he saw her as a sister because of the way he was with her.

"This young man," He put his arm around my shoulder. I grabbed his wrist and took it off. "Couldn't take his eyes off her for the past few weeks." He rolled his eyes, pointing at me. Chris took whatever he needed to and went out. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. I shrugged.