Mela

The ride is eerily quiet, the weirdo is on his phone, doing God knows fucking what I didn't even get the chance to take my phone with me. Gosh, this is going to be an absolute long night.

"He hasn't even set any rules for you." My inner voice said reminding me.

"Yeah, you are right, maybe he's indeed different from the other Mafia lords that I read in novels." I replied back sounding absolutely timid.

"Mel, this isn't a novel, wake up it's your reality." The voice said.

"You don't have to mock me. Now shut the fuck up."

"That's the only thing that's left." The voice said going quiet.

"Josh have you done what I asked you to do?" I heard his deep cold voice startling me out of my disturbing thoughts.

"Okay! I would be there in 15." He said, and dropped the call.

I feel so suffocated here, even though the air conditioner is on but I still feel sweaty. I just don't know why I'm so nervous. No! I think I do, I can't wait to get back to my room. My room? No fuck!