Chapter no 8

He was outside the door, his hand on the handle. He had just knocked on the Door and permission to come in from the other side was given. He took a deal breath, nervousness clearly visible on his face. He finally opened the door and came in.

"Please sit down Mason," Said Mr. Vitale, and Mason did so sitting in front of Vitale. It was a warm office, giving mature vibes. A big mahogany table like all rich people's offices. One chair behind the table with Arthur sitting on the other side, and two empty chairs on the front on which Mason sat.

"I will not go into long meaningless conversations," Arthur begins, "As I wanted to know yesterday, You are an assassin, what are you doing in my bar as my bartender?"

"I left that life behind. I need a long break, from killing people,"

"You killed three people yesterday, You think you can change who you are?"

Mason had the images of three Men in black he had a shoot yesterday to save Eleanor. He still didn't understand why he did that. To save her life?

"It was to save a life," Mason replied.

"My daughter's life," Arthur said leaning back on his chair and pulling his drawer to draw out a cigar. "How can I know I can trust you?"

"With what?"

"With you around me, my daughter, my club? How can I know it is some big ass plan to reach me,"

Mason shifted in his seat, leaning back the same as Arthur, and grinned. His eyes darken visibly as if someone dimmed the lights.

"If I wanted to kill, or nonetheless harm you, I would've done it. I could do it even now, But I will not," He said, "I was assigned a job, and I failed. I quitted. Why would I kill you now when I am not getting paid for it, Do I look to hold any personal grudges?"

"If...I ask you to work for me, Would you?" Arthur asked, calculating the man in front of me. He fairly knew what he was capable of. And he would make sure not to let those abilities go waste to pour toxins into glasses and help young stupids ruin their livers when he can cut open into them with no sweat.

"Depends on the work," Mason said, "I would kill for money,"

"Would you save for money?"

Eyes narrowed and mind ran. "As a bodyguard?" Mason asked, to which Arthur smiled and nodded once.

"Who exactly am I going to be saving?" He asked.

"My daughter,"

"And why exactly does she needs saving?" This was getting interesting, His day started to become good for him.

"I am a drug dealer, Some Shit don't understand the difference between my personal life and work life. Like yesterday. I want her to be safe, at any cost,"

"What cost are you willing to pay?" Mason asked.

"Twice you earned for your highest kill," Arthur smiled, "Every week,"

"I accept, But I need details of whom I am dealing with,"

"I have many enemies Mason, Anyone, I don't know myself,"

"Yes, many don't,"

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I was up for a long time, standing in front of the mirror after a shower, trying to pop a pimple on my cheek.

After cleaning it up, I apply an ointment and let it sit. I chose the time to rein my hair. After an hour I was all ready for College.

"I'm leaving Chip!" I called out to my hamster, who was butt out, in her small can inside the aquarium. There was small shuffling in the can, and that was it. Chip wasn't much for small talk, she preferred sleep over anything.

I gave her some nuggets and grabbed my bag, hurrying down the stairs for breakfast.

"Good Lord, What is that on your face?" Rosella asked me.

"What?"

"Red and shiny, on your cheek, looks like a blister to me," Rosella had this rough old English accent from her ancestors.

"It's a pimple, or it was a pimple, I popped it,"

"It will leave a mark. What has the world come to, You eat junk, and then junk pops on your face,"

I sigh at the sight of my father reading his newspaper. I sat down and he smiles at me with a good morning.

After breakfast, I made my way outside, with my father right behind me.

Opening the door, I come face to chest of a man. I look up to see him. Mason! Standing right in front of the door, looking down at me.

"Meet your new bodyguard," Says my father from behind.

I look back at him. No good was he going to be doing setting a guard this hot for me. It can cause me heart problems.

"Him?" I ask again trying to make sure my ears are on function today.

"Yes, my dear. He is the best among them,"

I look back at him. My mouth opens for the knocked-out air from my lungs. How often do you have your crush made your bodyguard by your father? I think Never. So, In my wildest imagination sessions never had I practiced this moment.

"I don't want a bodyguard dad, We have discussed this before!" I said.

"No, Definitely not will I be hearing from you? After the last incident, You want me to send you out, without the strongest of men with you,"

"You forgot juice, Ella," Rosella called from inside running towards us.

"Who is this hunk here, Have we met before?" Rosella said pushing past me to Mason.

"Good eggs you have here, freshly boiled," She said touching his bicep.

My father rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, Mam," Mason said to her.

"Oh call me Rosella," She said winking at me.

"Dear lord," My father sighed, thinking why is he still paying Rosella.

"Yes, Rosella," Mason replied, his features relax, almost as of he would smile. But instead, he looked at me.

"You are getting late, Go away," My dad said making his way inside the door and dismissing me.

"Your juice," Rosella said beaming.

"I don't want any juice, Thank you," I said, walking past Rosella to the car. I opened the door and sat in.

Mason, whom I was expecting to sit in the car behind me and would follow me around, open the passenger door and settled in.

Are we going to travel in the same car? Why is this getting more and more difficult?

I looked in the mirror and remember the ugly pimple grown on my cheek. I couldn't have cared less for it without Mason. But with him, I care a lot.

Here I go to College now with an ugly pimple and my crush on my tail.