Entangled With The Mafia Lord

I knocked on the door once and in the next beat, it was pulled open by a girl who had cat ears on, her neck was cradled in a black choker which has Pedro’s name all over it. She was dressed in a short maid outfit and fishnets.

“Good day, sir. Master Pedro would see you now.” She curtsied a little before turning around and heading down a dark hallway. I stepped into the passage with Lucas tailing me. We followed the girl down the hall and she stopped outside a big door and picked up a tray which was beside the door and lifted it to us.

“Guns please.”

I glanced at Lucas who shrugged his shoulders at me, clearly we didn’t know we were meeting with him unarmed. Not wanting to cause a scene, I dug out my two guns and placed them in her tray. Lucas dropped her into the pile and she curtsied again before nodding at the door and slinking away with our guns. Two huge dogs I didn’t notice before slinked out from the shadows and trailed after her.

“Holy shit.” Lucas wheezed while I nodded my head in understanding. The dogs were huge security dogs that are over five feet tall and weigh thousands of pounds. I’m guessing that assuming we refused to drop our guns into the tray, she’d just have to give a signal for them to tear us into pieces. I shuddered in horror as I knocked on the door before pushing it open.

Pedro was sitting on the other side of the room with a chick sitting before him at his feet. This man was into a lot of weird shits, I noted in my head as I moved forward into the room and stopped a few feet from him.

“Auden, my good friend!” Pedro gushed with a small smile, I smiled back at him in return. “Hello Pedro, it’s been really long.”

“And who’s fault is that? You suddenly upped from the black market and decided to wash your hand away all of a sudden. We thought you were just bluffing until we didn’t see you at the meetings and gatherings any more.” Pedro replied, his gaze shifted away from my face towards Lucas’s.

“You.” Pedro said to Lucas and Lucas bowed his head a little in respect. “Hello Sir Pedro.”

Pedro didn’t say anything to Lucas, instead he returned his gaze back to my face and gestured at the girl sitting cross legged by his feet. She had on kitten ears and a collar with his mafia symbols, but she was wearing bunny’s pajamas which made her look really cute and innocent, something she definitely wasn’t.

“Isn’t she the cutest thing?” Pedro asked me as he stroked her hair softly. I noticed the way she leaned into his touch and glowed at the praise, at least it was obvious that he wasn’t doing something without consent.

“She is.” I replied and nodded at her when she beamed at me.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“What brings you here, dear friend? I’ve missed you so much.” Pedro said as he pushed out of his chair and placed his hand on my shoulder before guiding me towards a door I didn’t notice was there at first. Lucas fell into steps behind us and I watched as Pedro waved him off without glancing back at him. I threw Lucas who had on a wary expression a blank glance before Pedro pushed the door shut, cutting the contact short.

Pedro and I were not friends, we’ve never been friends right from the start, the only reason why Pedro is talking to me again and treating me with enough respect was because of my late father’s name and also the fact that I still have what almost everybody in the underground wants. Pedro and I used to exchange a few words almost every time there’s a gathering when I was still involved in the black market business. Pedro was a strong lord to one of the powerful drug houses in the underground businesses, and he doesn’t just give respect to anybody.

“Who’s that dude?” Pedro asked once he was already seated behind the desk in the office while I took the chair opposite him.

“He’s my family driver and a really close friend. He’s more like a family friend.” I replied to his question, still trying to figure out why he was suddenly interested in finding out whom Lucas was.

“Hm. He’s fishy. Something doesn’t sit right with him.” Pedro replied as he lit a cigarette and inhaled a long drag.

I was taken aback for a second. Lucas? Fishy? The fuck?

I was tempted to laugh loudly at how absurd the thoughts even sounded in my head but curbed the urge immediately. Knowing Pedro, he might as well shoot me in the mouth immediately out of irritation and I was literally unarmed at the moment, so instead I rubbed my hands over my face before asking. “Lucas? Fishy? No, no. We’re too close for that to happen. And he’s really helping with the mess my family and I are in at the moment, so I don’t think he’s fishy or hiding something.”

“Just keep your eyes and ears open, dear friend.” Pedro gushed out before blowing the smoke into the air and sucking in another drag while it escaped through one nostril, then the other one.

I nodded my head in understanding. My eyes and ears has been peeled extremely open since Thursday.