Thomas

The minute I am out of that shitty ass diner, I head straight for Deluca’s. I already had someone else doing the job I should have been doing. I had no choice, I had to find that damn girl. I was so relieved that she was at the diner. It told me two things; I wouldn’t have to keep looking for her and she isn’t already signed up for witness protection. The minute I laid eyes on her I felt my cock stiffen. I hadn’t realized how beautiful she was that night in the alley. I guess when you have just killed someone and there is body at your feet, shit gets overlooked.

When I walked into that restaurant the first thing I noticed was her nice, plump shapely ass in the damn uniform that looked like it was made for her. When she turned around it was even better. Her shoulder length dark hair was pushed back, and she had these full lips that had a little gloss on the and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. She had fine hips and shapely thighs. She didn’t have tons of makeup on either, so she looked naturally beautiful. She was still wearing those black rimmed glasses, but even those made her look hot. Her beauty was exquisite, fragile.

When I got rid of that first girl, I gave her a nod to come to my table and she refused. I almost came in my pants when she did that. I don’t remember that last time I was refused anything. I can go anyplace in Chicago and get whatever the fuck I want. Yet she said No…. she will soon learn not to say it when it comes to me.

When I stared into her blue eyes I saw something. Her blue eyes were full of life, pain, and unquenchable warmth. She promised me that she wouldn’t say anything. I am not sure why, but I believed her when she said it. The thing is I already fucked up once. I got caught killing someone, I can’t screw up again by trusting her. I don’t know what Alex or Frank Deluca would do if I tell them I left a witness. I have killed many people, and this is the first time I got caught.

As I was checking out that full chest of hers I noticed the name tag. She caught me looking so hopefully she thought I was just getting her name. In the middle of my discussion with Hannah, that little bastard Stan Irwin came stomping from the back. I have known him for years and I have never liked him. Stan Irwin is a low life drug addict who has tried to buy drugs from Deluca’s on several occasions. Deluca’s doesn’t sell drugs or allow drugs to be sold on our premise.

Stan Irwin must not have believed in our no drug policy and tried to buy from some of our regular customers. He tried to cause problems as his ass was being thrown out and I had to deal with him. I am sure he remembered me and thought he would stick out his chest since I was on his turf. I guess he soon realized that I would beat his ass on his turf too.

When I got rid of him I told Hannah to sit back down. She hesitated and when she did I had to stop myself from laughing. “Look… Mr. Killer…”

The last thing I need is for her to call me Mr. Killer. Especially if I plan on popping up at the diner again and often. I had to let her know that I will be watching her. If she suddenly disappears, I’ll have no other choice but to find her and get rid of her permanently.

I couldn’t let her call me Mr. Killer, but I don’t trust her enough to give her my real name. I lied and told her my name was Fred and warned her that I would be watching. Luckily for me the club closes thirty minutes before the diner. I’ll have time to close and drive over to the diner before Hannah leaves. Tonight, when Hannah leaves the diner, I’ll find out where she lives so I can keep an eye on her.

The club is busy as usual, but it’s a slow night for me. We have our regular customers and they typically behave. I walk back and forth in the alley staring at my watch. I need this night to end so I can get back to Hannah.

The alley door slams shut and Oliver walks towards me and nods. He asks if I want to hang out tonight and grab a drink. I normally jump at the chance to hang out with Oliver. We always head to the best strip clubs and the woman all love the bad Italian guys that we appear to be. Oliver’s eyes rise when I tell him that I can’t hang out and I know he is going to start asking questions.

“What else could you be doing?” Oliver questions

I sigh telling him that I have other plans and they are personal. Oliver flinches and crosses his arms as he thinks this over.

“Why don’t I believe that shit Thomas? All your plans revolve around killing someone or getting pussy. I know for a fact that you don’t have anyone to kill tonight and we have to go out to get the pussy… so what is going on?” Oliver tells me and he’s right. I pinch the bridge of my nose and stare at the alley door as I explain to Oliver what happened. He rubs his hand through his hair and starts to pace while I wait in silence expecting him to explode on me

“How in the fuck could you let this happen?”” he yells

“I don’t know. There was no one around and she just appeared.” I tell him, and he continues to pace

“I will handle her. I’ll make sure she won’t talk.” I promise as he stops pacing and walks in front of me putting his fist in my chest

“You can’t promise that Thomas. You can’t watch her twenty-four hours a day. She could go to the cops at any time. If she describes you, they will know who you are, and they will take us all down.” Oliver spits as he pushes against my chest

I assure him that she won’t talk, and he starts to laugh at me. I can’t blame him since I want to laugh at myself once it flows from my mouth. I don’t even know this girl and I trust her?

“If you don’t fix this Thomas, we will have too.” Oliver tells me, and I nod as he walks back into Deluca’s slamming the door