Thomas

People pretty much hear what they want to hear, see what they want to see, believe what they want to believe. I guess I fell into that trap as well, I wanted to believe that this girl didn’t just see me put a bullet in his head.

I thought this was a safe place. I drove him around for almost thirty minutes. I pulled my gun and told him to get out of the car. It was dark and there was no one around. The minute I pulled the trigger I heard a gasp. I turned, and saw her staring at me wide eyed. She was in shock and I had to admit, I was too. I had been doing this for so many years that I finally got careless. I become arrogant and made the biggest fucking mistake that I could ever make. She was wearing a black leather coat and a pink waitress dress. Her dark hair was pulled back and she had on black rimmed glasses. I know she is about to turn around and run so I make note of every inch of her and what she is wearing. I’ll need to track her ass down later. I don’t have time now; I need to get rid of this body.

I slowly move towards the body, but I don’t turn my back on her. She is still standing there and If I am lucky she’ll be there when I stick his body in my trunk. It will make my life easier if I can stick her in there too. The minute I lean over to pick him up, she runs.

My life just got complicated. I toss this deadbeat into my trunk and I head to one of our construction sites where I dump him into the deepest hole I can find. My men tell me that they’ll be pouring the cement first thing in the morning. I head back to my car wondering how in the hell I am going to find the girl, the only witness.

I don’t know why, but I find myself driving in circles near the alley. I doubt that she would have hung around in the same area, but I can only hope. As expected I don’t see any signs of her. Luckily, I noticed that she was wearing some pink waitress dress, which means she works at some diner. She was also walking down the fucking alley, so the restaurant must be in the area. Chicago has a lot of restaurants, but how many make their waitresses wear pink dresses? It almost looked like a dress from the fucking sixties.

I drove around for almost two hours looking for her. I should have grabbed her when I see her. There was no way the body was going to move and there was no one else around. I could have easily grabbed the girl, knocked her ass out and stuck her in the trunk with my other victim. I sigh when the thought occurs to me because I don’t know if I would have been able to do that either. I have killed many, but I have never killed a woman. Killing woman is against the hidden Deluca codes. We have lines that no matter what, we don’t cross. We don’t sell drugs, we don’t harm kids and we never hurt women. I almost think we need to get rid of these values, because I am sure other families use this against us when they can. I can’t count how many times women are in our territory selling drugs. We can always tell which family sent them, just by looking at them. We’ll take away their drugs and normally I will threaten and scare the hell out of them.

I barely sleep as I think about the girl in the pink dress. How the hell am I going to tell Alex and Frank that I left a witness? They will want her found and will want me to deal with her immediately. Tomorrow morning I’ll start to look for her and when I find her…. I’ll make sure she doesn’t talk.

“Did everything go smoothly last night Thomas?” Frank ask, and I nod turning to glance at Alex and Oliver who are also in our Friday morning meeting. When Frank took over the family one of his big ideas was Friday meetings. None of us like the meetings or feel we need them. We all know our places and we do them well. At least I normally do, until last night. I feel six eyes staring at me as Frank moves on to questioning Alex about the bar.

I barely listen to the conversation because I am too busy thinking about the big fat lie I just told. Last night didn’t go smoothly. I left a fucking witness, a woman of all things. If It would have been a man I could have shot him and buried two for one. It had to be a woman and touching her goes against code. When Frank finally dismisses us, like were fucking kids I head out. I have a few hours before I need to be here, so I decide to go sightseeing on the East side.

I park my car and walk glancing at all the restaurants in the area. None of them look like the kind of place that would make their waitresses wear pink dresses from the sixties. I walk into a small diner and ask for a cup of coffee. When the waitress comes back with the coffee, I glance at her noticing that she is wearing all black. I sigh realizing that this isn’t the place, not that I thought It was.

When she asks if there is anything else she can get me, I nod. I ask her if there are any restaurants in the area that makes their waitresses wear pink dresses? She smiles and tells me that it sounds like I am talking about the “Pink Cup”.

I leave the waitress a fifty-dollar tip and leave the restaurant with the map. I didn’t understand why she offered a map, until I looked at it. The Pink Cup is three blocks away, squeezed between two other restaurants. It doesn’t even look like it belongs there. I don’t know how the place could even still be in business? When I finally find the Pink Cup, I stop and stare at it. The other restaurants are crowded, with people waiting to get in and the Pink Cup has no customers.

I walk in and go straight to the first empty table I see. I had plenty to choose from, they were all empty. There are three waitresses standing around and they watch in shock as I take a seat. I stare at the little dirty table in disgust and I hear my boots as I try to move them against the sticky floor. The Pink Cup is disgusting, and I can see why there are no other customers. There are menus already on the table, so I grab one and notice the eggs stuck to it. I groan as I lay the menu back down and take another one, which is just as bad. I can only assume the health department hasn’t caught on to this place yet.

“What can I get you?” A blond waitress asks as two others stare at us

“What’s your special?” I ask and she takes a few minutes before responding. I glance at her and her eyes have darkened, and I can tell she is clenching her thighs together. I quickly notice how attractive she is and if I wasn’t here for business, I would have her in my backseat by now. I order the French toast sticks along with the eggs even though I am not hungry. I sit patiently waiting for my food to arrive and hope that the girl from the alley shows up.

I somehow manage to force myself to eat the French toast and most of the eggs. I am the only customer that has been here and the waitress all continue to stare at me in amazement. I almost wonder if they are staring at me because they are shocked I am eating the food? I admit, I am shocked too. When the waitress finally brings the bill, I question her if there are other waitresses that work here. She nods her head and advises that they are only the morning crew. When I start to question her on the night crew her eyes grow suspicious. I ask her about a girl that is her height, but has long dark hair and wears black rimmed glasses. She sighs and asks me why I am asking about her. The blond is protective of her, which is almost cute. However, I don’t have time to play games with her.

“We met last night, but I didn’t catch her name. I was hoping to see her again.” I tell her, and her suspicious eyes again narrow.

“She normally closes.” She tells me before she walks away with the bill.