Six months have passed.They've been peaceful and for the most part, quiet. Tremendously busy, but I'm used to that part now. Working alongside Damien is the best part about it. I get to be with him all day and make sure that he isn't exerting himself. He has a lot more work now; he had to take over Ethan's duties. Theo helps, but there are certain things only Damien can handle. When Ethan was here, he took care of it, but he's been gone for half a year and there's no one capable enough to replace him. I think that deep down, Damien doesn't want anyone to take over Ethan's job, but he'll never admit it out loud. I help him whenever I can. There's a lot I still don't understand, but I'll get there.It's only a matter of time.He doesn't ever ask me to go home when there are people coming over to meet with him. We never talked about what happened with Ash, but it changed a lot of things. I gained some respect after I killed him. I see it in the way people look at me whenever we're at so
Devon Tyler has a sinking feeling in his gut.He can't place it. Everything seems to be in order; his papers, the new spy they put in the Keller family. He even sent the fucking yearly postcard to his mother, but then again he never forgets to send that. And no, it has nothing to do with the apprentice sucking his cock under the desk. It's something else, a bad feeling he can't comprehend. She pauses momentarily. "Does it feel good?""Sure," he responds. She looks at him funny, but finishes the job. He thinks that maybe he's being paranoid, maybe it's just the chilli he ate earlier. But the feeling fucking persists. He doesn't know what he's done wrong this time. He normally gets this feeling before he gets bad news, but he's trying not to think about it.When she stands and offers to accompany him home tonight, he tells her he'll be busy. She's pretty. Dark hair, bright eyes, full lips. Just his type. But there's a lot on his mind, and he has a date with Antonia later. She doesn't h
I finish cleaning the last table.Donnie left an hour ago, and left me the keys to the bar. That means I'll have to wake up early to open up for the cook. It's one in the morning now, so by the time I get home, I'll have around four hours to sleep.Mom's probably up waiting for me. She never sleeps before I get home even though I already told her not to worry about me. I can take care of myself. But nothing has been the same since Aaron got arrested. She's more paranoid and restless; she calls me every two hours to make sure I'm safe. I don't blame her. His arrest came as a shock to everyone.I wash my hands in the kitchen and hang my apron. I'm so exhausted I could drop to the floor. My limbs are shaking. I had to scrub and clean the entire bar on my own because Sandy called in sick today. I know for a fact that she wasn't sick. She just wanted to get out of cleaning.I'm turning the kitchen lights off when I hear someone come in. "We're closed," I say firmly without turning around.
Devon makes me take the bus.He said catching a flight would imply that I'm not as broke as I'm supposed to be. Well, technically I am broke, but since he's the one taking care of everything, he decides what's best and I don't argue with him. Up until now, I haven't regretted my decision. I'm not even sure this has gotten through my skull yet. I don't even know what I'll do when I get there. He told me to be myself but how can I be Amelia and Yara at the same time? I'll figure it out eventually. I have to.Saying goodbye to my mother was harsh. I told her Devon had a job for me and that it would pay well. Devon says I'll get the job done in a month at most, but I asked him to send my mother some money by the end of the month if I'm not done by then. My salary supports us, without it we can't survive. They'll pay me at this new bar I'll be working at, but we don't know how much yet.I'm not allowed to call home or anywhere Amelia would call. Mom had a hard time understanding all this,
We drive by the city and I can't keep my eyes to myself. Everything is so bright and vivid and everyone here looks different somehow. It's like I'm in a completely different planet, let alone country. Even the way everyone talks is different."Now look, Yara, where we're going is different from anyplace you've ever been. I don't want you to be shocked when you get there, so I'm telling you now. If you see anyone fucking someone else in a corner or whatever, don't stare. Just walk the fuck away. That's considered normal. The boss doesn't mind. And that's what you'll call him, by the way. To Devon, he's a criminal. Here, he's boss. Got it?"I nod. "Who's he?""Damien Fucking Keller.""He runs the Keller family?" That's all Devon told me. I never heard anyone's name specifically. Jason nods, "Yeah, that's him. Now, it's unlikely he'll ever get involved with you, or even his cousin Ethan, but maybe one of the guys will be interested. You take the opportunity, but don't ask anything. The
Damien Keller drains his glass.It was a long fucking night. He opens the bottle of scotch and pours himself another drink. He lights a cigar, too, because despite the shitty meeting, today was a successful day. His negotiations went as planned and he couldn't ask for more. Now, he'll have twice the alcohol coming in and even more men on his side. He feels invincible. As if the entire world revolves around his existence, which is exactly as it should be. Theodora enters his office groaning. She takes off her heels and sinks on the sofa before him. "I'm never partying with that man, Damien. It's just not going to happen. Don't ever ask me for those kind of favors again."He blows out smoke. "Theo, stop complaining. They fucking signed the paper. It's all set. You should be celebrating.""Yeah, whatever. What're you drinking?""Scotch."She scoffs. "Pussy. Where's the vodka?"He leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling. He's ecstatic. He didn't think he could be this content.
Someone taps my arm.It takes me a good five seconds to open my eyes, and a bit longer to figure out where I am. I see a flash of bright red, then bright blue. Another tap.Jason shakes his head. "You can't be such a heavy sleeper around here. You never know when someone will creep in and point a gun at you."I rub my eyes. "What good will waking up do then?"He really thinks about this. He scratches his beard. "At least you'll look the killer in the eye, you know? You'll know why and who. Everyone deserves to know why they're getting whacked, and by whom." He sighs wistfully. "Devon wired some money for your wardrobe. I can't go shopping with you, I've got more important shit to do. Just take a cab downtown and you'll find the stores. Get here by 11:30, because you have a meeting with Keller at 12:00."This news makes me sit upright. "Which Keller?""The boss, Yara. Ethan talked shit about you, so before you sign the employment contract, you'll have a week to prove yourself. Like a t
My hands are sweating. I wasn't expecting to see him just sitting there. What can I do now, especially after his warning earlier?I stay rooted to the spot, not sure of what to do. Well, I do know, but I can't will myself to move forward. He's sitting there with a tumbler in front of him, smoking a cigarette. If I don't move now, I'll be a minute later than I already am, and that will be worse for my case.I start walking, one foot in front of the other, and he looks back as if sensing my presence. I can tell by his expression that he's not at all content. He's eyeing me distastefully. Of course he knows I'm late. He was probably expecting this, and I didn't let him down. Now, he has the perfect excuse to fire me. I'm torn between walking over to him and apologizing or just going straight to the bar and finding something to do. I go with the latter. I don't plan on making things worse for myself.I can feel his eyes on me as I go about wiping counters and cleaning shot glasses. None o