Mafia Doll

Chapter 1

Chaos erupted in the small diner of Covington the minute Vito Varcetti burst through the door.

With a bloody hand on his wounded stomach, he limped forward looking around the diner. Random shots were being fired shattering the windows and doors in the process. People either ran away or took refuge under the tables.

His gaze fell on the cute little waitress who unlike others didn't even move an inch or make any kind of an effort to save herself. She held onto the pink serving tray and stared blankly with a bored expression on her face as if she witnessed this shit every day.

'Stupid little girl' he scoffed.

When he pulled her harshly by her forearm towards the counter she came out of her reverie and finally looked at him.

He slid down against the counter with a groan pulling her with him, almost making her trip on her roller skates. She almost landed on top of him.

"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?" She says rubbing her elbow, with an annoyed expression on her face. He did not expect such colorful language coming out of this little girl's mouth.

He ignores her and takes off his suit's overcoat and unbuttons his crisp white shirt which was drenched in blood. He hisses out in pain as he separates the scarlet red cloth from his skin revealing a bullet wound.

The sound of glass breaking and shots of being fired almost made her cringe. The bar counter was the only thing that protected the two from being six feet under. For now.

"You mind giving me a hand here little girl?" He hisses out annoyed. She rolls her eyes at him, taking the dirty cloth off of her shoulder and pressing it against his wound. He hisses out and glares at her, as she completely ignores his stare.

He takes out his cellphone from his jacket and dials the number on his speed dial.

"Where the fuck are you Victor?" He roars as she pours alcohol on top of his wound.

"Well get here soon will you?" He tossed the phone carelessly onto the floor.

The blood didn't stop gushing out. At this rate, he'd most likely die from blood loss. Black dots started to appear in his vision and he started to lose consciousness. He blinked but that didn't clear his vision. Exhaustion overcomes his body and he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He gave in and rested his head against the counter.

"Hey! don't you die on me. Oi mister!" She slaps him. "Keep your eyes open."

He manages to open his eyes for a second but closes them again. She pulls his head onto her lap.

She looked around if anyone was around to help them but the diner was deserted, the shooting outside had seemed to come to a halt. There was an eerie silence for a couple of seconds until men clad in suits burst through the door. They carried guns in their hand and were on high alert as they looked around the now wrecked diner.

One of the men spots them starts approaching. He squats down to their level and checks for his boss' wounds. The man in her lap groans out in his semi-conscious state.

"Dammit, Vito!" He cursed out.

The blue-eyed man whose name she guessed was Victor signaled the men, they lifted the wounded guy off the floor and carried him away towards the black BMW parked outside.

Victor wore the same suit as Vito but in blue. He had golden brown hair and blue eyes. He was a good looking man but not as handsome as the Adonis that had laid half unconscious in her lap. They both clearly belonged to some mafia.

Victor turned towards the girl who was looking back at him with an unreadable expression.

"You do not utter a single word to anyone about this, do you understand?" He threatened her.

She made a gesture of zipping her lips and smiled at him innocently.

Victor rolled his eyes at her and walked away.

She turns towards the mess that she had to clean up and lets out a loud groan, cursing the heavens above.