Chapter 6

>> >>< Sapphire ><< <<

I didn’t get the chance to drink in the luxury of the Penthouse suite, but now that I’m back at the center of it all...

Damn, luxury is beautiful.

Aside from last night, this is my first time in a penthouse or even any building this luxurious.

And although I don’t have anything to compare it to, everything I’m seeing is the most beautiful version I’ve ever seen.

The chandelier hanging above the obsidian-laced center table, the fur rug beneath my feet, and even the bottle of wine and a box of napkins on the table look more expensive than everything I’ve ever owned.

It’s been about fifteen minutes - or maybe thirty - since Cisco brought me in here and told me to sit.

Dimitri hasn’t raised his head from whatever he is doing at his desk. He didn’t even bother to regard me or even permit me to taste the tempting drink staring at me.

Maybe it’s because I now see Dimitri as a Mafia Lord, or maybe it’s just the fact that I threw myself at him last night.

But I feel like a clout begging for scraps, a slut waiting for cock, or maybe I’m just a practice dummy waiting to be shot.

I stretch in my spot, trying to get a view of his face so I can gauge his mood.

But he’s too far away and I can’t see anything.

At first, last night felt like the best night of pleasure and joy. Then it started feeling like a terrible mistake that would come back to bite me.

Now, I can’t help but feel like I’m in trouble. Worse, I’m very late for work and I worry I might lose my job.

Dimitri looks like a busy man who doesn’t have the time for girls like me and I definitely don’t have the time to be toyed with. But it doesn’t look like I can just waltz away.

- What if he just decides to kill me -

Just then, he looked up at me and my heart skipped two beats.

I look away and fidget with my nails.

“So, Sapphire huh?” He said with a small frown as if my name tasted bad in his mouth.

He stood from his chair and strutted to look out the window with a cigar in his mouth.

“That’s an interesting name.” He said. “So tell me, Sapphire, do I look like a pushover to you?”

“No,” I said simply with a slight frown.

He is the Mafia Don with a gun, why would I think he’s a pushover?

“Really?” He turned to face me.

I nodded, trying not to appear intimidated. I’m sure everyone in his life is terrified of him and probably all of them are probably dead.

So I cannot afford to appear scared to him.

“Let me get something straight,” He said with a deepening frown as he walked towards me.

“You, a lowlife with nothing to your name, have a necklace that’s worthy enough to have D’manno come looking for you.”

“There must be something about you.” He said and I blinked in confusion as he sat majestically in front of me.

“Do you remember what I said last night to that scum holding you as a shield?”

I nod but then quickly decide to speak up;

“Yes, I remember.” I cleared my throat and adjusted in my seat.

“You said you’re the Grim Reaper.”

“Now, I’ll ask you only one time,” he brought out a gun and my eyes widened in fear.

“What was last night all about?”

I opened my mouth and closed it. I licked my lips and swallowed hard as my eyes stayed glued to the gun.

The answer to his question is a simple embarrassing one, but it feels like he’s just looking for an excuse to shoot me. I feel like it’s a trick question hiding another trick question.

“I ... Uhm,” I cleared my throat as my palms grew sweaty.

“My ... w-we...” I paused, unsure what to say.

Should I tell him why I threw my necklace in the lake or should I tell him I enjoyed the sex?

Either way, I feel like there’s no correct answer.

“I’m waiting,”

Dimitri’s voice sounds calm and collected, but his face is saying the exact opposite.

“I ... uhm,” I exhaled softly, “I was feeling miserable and decided to steal some pleasure from you.”

For the next minute, Dimitri just sat there, staring at me with his menacing glare and I couldn’t dare to look up from the gun in his hand.

“Last chance,” He said, “who are you? Why did you set yourself up to meet me? Who’s giving you orders?”

I blinked in confusion;

“The faster you talk, the better your chances of seeing your mother again.”

His last words struck a chord, but his questions only made me realize one simple fact something; he took the liberty to investigate me.