Stalked by the Mafia Boss

“Details!” Anne and Daniella Screamed.

The girls were at Daniella’s apartment laying on the big bed, hanging out.

“How did it go?” Anne asked immediately.

“Does he have a big d…” Daniella asked but couldn’t finished as the other girls hushed her.

“Daniella!.” Both of them frowned at her.

“What?” She shrugged, “It’s a necessary question, can’t be having a toothpick sticking in your…”

“Oh, Shut it.” Anne threw a pillow at her, “Give us the details Korina.”

“So… ahemm…” Korina cleared her throat.

“Well…” Her friends probed getting impatient.

“We set out and after this very long drive we stopped at a restaurant which I thought was a casino at first.” She said.

“You that dumb?” Daniella rolled her eyes and Anne hit her.

“No idiot.” Korina said scowling at her cousin, “The outward appearance resembles that of a casino.”

“So…” Anne said sitting up, “What happened next?”

“I kinda freaked out that he brought me to a casino, he just chuckled and was like nahh it’s not, so we got in and I found out it was pretty much a regular restaurant on the inside.” She continued, “So we got seated, ordered our dinner, they have like the best lasagna and then we did the talking basic stuff and all but he talked of himself mainly.”

“How old is he? What did y’all order? Is he a sexual freak?” Daniella asked in one breath.

“Oh my God.” Anne shook her head, “You are most definitely unbelievable.”

“Come on Dan.” Korina groaned, “Stop with the sex questions.”

Daniella just frowned at them and kept quiet.

“He is 26.” Korina continued, “Born in England but he spent most of his holidays here before moving here permanently.”

“He ain’t boring right?” Her cousin asked.

“Uhmm… can’t really tell.” She answered, “He dosen’t have much hobbies, really passionate about his job and dosen’t read novels.”

“What the heck? Who the hell dosen’t read novels?” Anne and Daniella exclaimed in unison, their faces in awe.

“Was surprised myself.” Korina sighed grabbing a pillow to play with.

“So you gonna go on a second date with him?” Daniella asked.

“I…” Korina was about answering but was cut short by a beeping noise from her phone. She picked it up immediately and unlocked it.

Private number- you know you should be spanked for going on a date with another man that ain’t me.

All three girls were in the sitting room now, Daniella and Anne were sat on the sofa while Korina paced about with her hands crossed behind her.

“You should calm down and take a sit Korina.” Anne said trying to soothe her.

“I thought I was free.” Korina complained, “I thought he was gone and now this.” She dropped herself carelessly on the sofa.

“Well…” Daniella faced her, “Actually you asked for this.”

“What do you mean? Don’t test me Dan.” She growled.

“What’s wrong with you Daniella?” Anne asked not being able to read meaning to what she said.

“Remember that night you went out with Cole?”

“Uh… huh.”

“Yes?”

“You called me aside and said you found it strange that your stalker hadn’t texted.” Daniella said and Anne turned to Korina giving her an accusing look.

“Well…” Korina said, “In my defence I was just airing a thought.”

“A thought that actualised.” Anne rolled her eyes, “I think you should go to the police.” She suggested.

They heard Korina’s phone beep again.

Private number- Even if you go to the police, nothing would happen, you are stuck with me sweets.

Korina read the text out loud.

“Oh well dammit.” She cursed throwing the phone on the couch.

“So.” Daniella said, “Anyone wanna grab lunch?”

Korina hastily pushed the glass door making her way into the restaurant.

She was late again. The diner was already full with customers, she glanced in the direction of the counter and saw how tough it was for Mark to handle the growing line.

She waved at him as she made her way to her boss’s office and got a scowl in return.

“KORINA, YOU ARE LATE!” The woman screamed immediately Korina set foot in the office.

Uhg, she’s back to her normal bitchy self today.

“Sorry ma’am.” She apologised, she noticed the woman’s puffy eyes and used tissues scattered on the table.

“Just sign the attendance and get out of my office.” She screamed.

She scurried out of the office before the woman’s mood could worsen, grabbing one of the aprons hung in the hallway, she hurriedly tied it around her waist and dashed behind the counter.

“You are late.” Mark grumbled, he was impatiently packing food in a paper bag, he parceled it and handed it over to the customer, “Next!” He yelled.

“I am so sorry.” She apologised as she joined him in serving the customers, taking numerous orders.

She glanced around and saw other waiters and waitresses scattered in between tables taking orders.

The restaurant was extremely filled today.

“What happened this time?” Mark asked, “A giant Alpaca blocked your way this time?” He snorted.

“I would just have an espresso please.” The customer in front of Korina said.

Korina rolled her eyes at mark’s words, “Actually I over slept.” She answered, “Here you go.” She handed over the the cup to the customer with a smile.

“Just so you know, you are locking up.” Mark reminded her, he was calmer now, doing things less aggressively.

“I have been locking up for about a week now, come on.” She whined.

“That’s because you have been coming late.”

“Fine.” She huffed, she attended to the next customer pretending not to see the way he looked at her with disgust.

Racist? She sighed.

“I don’t know why they keep hiring you blacks.” The thin white man said.

“Excuse me?” Korina blurted.

“What did you just say?” Mark turned to him.

“I said I don’t know why you blacks keep being hired, go where you belong, the plantations or back to your jungles.” The man glared at her.

There was mild hush in the restaurant now other customers watching the scene.

Mark was about to jump off the counter and attack the man but Korina pulled him back.

“Leave him be mark!”

“Nope, let me punch some sense into him.” He growled.

The man just smirked and walked away not before flipping them off.

The chatter returned immediately he left, the incident quickly forgotten.

“I am so sorry Korina.” Mark said.

“It’s okay, used to it.” She shrugged, “If I could survive being run over, this is just mild.” She smiled trying to ease the situation.

“I hate it here.” Mark whispered.

“I know right.” She sighed.

“If I didn’t have so much darn student loans to pay off I wouldn’t be here.”

“It’s okay Mark.” Korina said comforting him.

The line had really reduced now, the drowsiness had stopped and Korina let out a deep breath in relief.

“Man the post.” Mark winked, “Taking a break.”

“Aye, sir.” She said giving a mocking salute as she watched him head out back.

Korina was preparing coffee for a customer when she noticed a tall figure come through the entrance of the restaurant with an elderly woman accompanying him.

He was dressed in a sweat shirt and sweat pants, his hair was messy today.

It was Cole.

What is he doing here? She groaned, and who is that with him?Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.