Amy's POV
I remained in that room for a couple more hours, another plate of food was brought for me and I chewed through it not really tasting anything but swallowing it down anyways.
Eventually Madame Loretta came for me. She handed me that same blindfold again, I guess I was working with spare trust.
I accepted the blindfold and erupted around my eyes then she took my arm and pulled me out of the room. We kept walking for a while and occasionally I would bump into something she would curse in a deep accent. I don't know if it was targeted at me or the objects I bumped into but after a while she stopped and said.
"She's here, Boss."
By the time I tore off my blindfold Madame Loretta was gone and I was in what appeared to be a lounge. It was equipped with a poker table, and cushioned, plush sofas along with a small Crystal chandelier at the center.
Mr Moretti sat in one of the smaller sofas or perhaps it just shrank because of how tall he was.
There was a bottle of whiskey in one hand and two glasses in the other he poured into both and then gestured for me to come closer. I did, then he told me.
"Take one..."referring to the glasses of whiskey, I gulped ironically even though I had worked as a bartender I wasn't the biggest fan of alcohol but something told me that this was a test Mr Moretti didn't look like the kind of man who just did things for the sake of so I took the whiskey and swallowed it in one gulp the burnt that rushed down my throat caused me to cough.
"You don't want to drink?" He asked me to pick up on it instantly. The burn was still in my throat when I responded back.
"No, I don't really have the stomach for alcohol."
"Well then I hope that you have a thicker skin for other things." He said then he told me to sit, turning his eyes to the spot next to him on the sofa, I took it without question. There was something about the way he spoke that made you want to listen to him even if you were also shivering with fear and anxiety.
As I was seated he pulled a small photograph out of his pocket and then handed it over to me pressing it into my palm I spread the photo so get a good look at the person that was on it there was a man, was not as handsome as Mr Moretti but he had a presence that seem to carry itself through the photograph his eyes were turned away from the camera is cigarette tucked between his lips and his hand shoved into his pocket.
"Who is this?" I asked, presuming that he was somebody important that Mr Moretti wanted me to know about. Mr Moretti tapped on the photograph.
"His name is Enzo Marino, a captain in the La Tigre Nera... There are talks about him being the next under boss but nothing is confirmed yet."
I could feel the parts of my fingers getting wet, things were becoming more real with every ticking second. This info that he was spilling out to me wasn't something that a normal civilian was supposed to know at least not intimately.
The realization of what I had agreed to was beginning to sip in but I didn't want panic to overtake me. I kept listening with a deep intensity as he gave me more details about the man in the picture until it felt like I had known him for a while.
I folded the picture when he finally got to the parts that involved me.
"The thing is Enzo has been a pain in my neck for a long while, a bit too long, now there has always been the option of killing him. But then I would have the La Tigre Nera on me and he's not worth that much trouble. And Enzo is smart despite appearances... He knows how to cover his tracks but I know with him it can't be anyone else."
The way he said this man's name, it rang with familiarity. It made me wonder if there was a time that they used to get along before things became like this. He noticed I was getting distracted in my own thoughts and snapped his fingers in my face forcing me to come back to the present.
"Did you understand what I want you to do?"
I was both embarrassed and scared at the same time I had to go to destruction while he was talking and now I had no idea what he needed me to do.
"Yes of course," I said to him, too afraid to admit that I had zoned off in the middle of the conversation without wanting to but it had happened anyway.
"Are you sure this is something you can do?" He asked, coming closer close enough that I had no other choice than to smell his cologne mixed with his natural masculine scent that made my head start to spin and my heart racing a little bit faster.
"I can," I assured him, still having no idea what he just asked me to do and beyond being afraid of what it could be when I would eventually find out, however it was better than telling him that I didn't hear him earlier.
"All right then..." He got up adjusting his shirt, "you have exactly one chance to prove that you are worth being kept like this if you fail then we will go back to the previous arrangement regardless of what you really want, do you understand, bunny?"
I still had no idea why he had given me that nickname but it was one of the many things I could not ask him but kept to myself.
I wore my blindfold again before madam Loretta came back to fetch me and all through the day I wondered just what I had agreed to and what would come next for me.
