Mafia Princess

Chapter 11

After a few days, I've been very busy in my life. In order for the band to rise back to the top again, we've been playing at small shops, and whatever club is willing to take us no matter how low they pay. It was hard convincing Daniel to do a single concert with such low pay but eventually, he gave up.

Other than fame problems with the band I've been trying to study in school but it's hard because every time I thought that I finally have time for myself girls would appear pushing questions to me about Jason but Russell would always save me by flirting with them. Yeah, he still flirts with girls but I don't really mind. I mean, that's what makes him Russell, even though I still hate it how he could easily get girls with his charms and not give a second thought about how he plays with their feelings.

And whenever I wasn't with them I would always head over to the White Dragons HQ and practice shooting the gun Victor gave me. I would always head straight to the underground shooting range once I've reached HQ but recently the other members have been talking to me lately. At times like this, I've forgotten that I was in a mafia headquarters and the people I was talking with are members of a high-ranking mafia.

Even Jason was talking to me but it was more about how to shoot a gun and how to protect myself when I get cornered. Other than that, there might actually be a chance for me and Jason to see each other equally. I'd even talk to Victor more and we've finally had a little taste of what a "father-daughter" bonding is like but I'll have to thank Michael for that since he's the one to help me get acquainted with everyone.

I don't even have enough time to go home and take a minute to rest. I would always leave Hunter with a full bowl of dog food and my clothes would be piling up in the corner, waiting for me to bring it to the washing machine.

But nothing beats the earful I get daily from my landlord. He would always yell at me for being late on my payment but thank god for Mr. Evans's sympathy for me that I still have a month to pay him rent. Mr. Evans may be a grumpy landlord but he still shows kindness from time to time.

Here I am now in the underground shooting range wearing soundproof headphones and wasting my 3rd round of bullets on a new set of a poster. I'm not bothered anymore whenever I use my Colt M1911A1 in target practice but every time I would hit a perfect bull's eye on the target I would always think of what if there really was a human standing there and I shot him. Thinking things like this would always send a small shiver throughout my body.

I kept on shooting until the barrel of my gun is completely empty. Sighing, I removed my headphones and I went inside the storage room and placed my gun back to its case. I slid my hand on the metal of the gun before closing it. When I closed the door to the storage room my phone vibrated in my pocket. I reached for it and checked on the new message Daniel sent.

SUBJECT: WHERE ARE YOU?!

MESSAGE: Richard, if you haven't noticed, our performance will start in a couple of hours. You better be here before that happens or else they'll go berserk.

Oh crap. He was right that there were only a few hours left before the concert. I quickly grabbed for my bag and my electric guitar in its case then started dashing out of the underground shooting range. I reached the lounge and ran straight to the door.

"Richard. Where are you going in such a hurry? Come on, I have a lot to talk to you about-"

"Sorry, Dave but I'm running late for my concert. Talk to you later."

I reached for the door and ran to the club as my life depended on it, which in truth, it really does. Just when we found a club willing to let us perform and pay us a high price, here I am running to that same club.