Evelyn

Today is the day that I make the choice that will determine my future. What should I do? Being involved in drugs, murder, and the mafia! The mafia life is not for me, but do I have a choice? I know that if I say no to his offer, he will kill me on the spot and not even blink an eye, and even if he let me go, where would I go, and what would I do next? I have no home, no money, and no family. Damian said that if I joined, I would never be alone again and get a family. I will have money and a home to live in. God, I'm so confused.

I exited my bedroom and went to find Damian, and it wasn't hard seeing him either. "Have you got a minute?" I said.

"Take a seat," Damian said. "I have a meeting in an hour, so I only have a short time."

"A meeting?" I said.

"Supplies," Damian started getting a bit defensive.

"Drugs?" I lowered my head nervously.

"Guns, Evelyn, now what do you want?" Damian said.

"Before I make my decision. If I do accept your offer, where would I live?" I asked.

"You will live here with me until you have proven that I can trust you, then, I'll buy you a house as I did with the others, and you will live there. I'll ease you gently with the jobs I give you; you will start work after some time." Damian explained. "Now, I have to leave, and I can't stay to hear your decision, so I expect an answer at dinner, understood?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Be ready by 7 o'clock," Damian grabbed his jacket and left. I guess I have time to kill til tonight.

(Later That Night)

I put on a red dress and let my long hair flow out. I could style my hair, but I like it when it's straight. I looked in the mirror, and I felt nervous. Why does Damian make me feel so funny? He's a fucking hunk, like sex on a stick, but what got my attention was all that anger that he has in him. What is up with that? Damian's face must ache from all that frowning and eyebrow-raising.

Damian didn't say a word when he saw me; he just directed me to his limo to the restaurant he was taking us to. "So, have you made your decision?" Damian asked me.

"Not yet," I said.

"You have until Dinner, Evelyn. I'm quickly losing my patience with you!" Damian scoffed.

Well, I'm losing my patience with you as well! Dickweed. How dare you look and smell like some damn god. I can feel you rubbing your leg off mine, and I can't think straight. I wonder if he'd mind if I rubbed his leg.

I giggled at my thoughts.

"Something funny?" Damian crossed his arms.

"No," I smiled.

When we got to the restaurant, I noticed the entire building was empty. The menu was expensive, but Damian said he owned this restaurant. So I ordered Lobster and their most expensive champagne. Damian did not look pleased, but I gave him a wink. I have to admit the food was the nicest I'd ever tasted. If I were rich, I would eat here all the time, but all too soon, we were done eating; I'd polished off nearly a whole bottle of champagne with dinner, and it was time to decide.

"I would like the join The Black Dragons," I said. "If I don't accept, I will die anyway, so I don't have a choice."

"You've made the right decision, Evelyn. I need to make a call; I won't be long. You can wait outside if you'd like." Damian got up from his seat and walked off.

I hope I don't live to regret this decision. I went outside and waited by Damian's limo; he took longer than he said he would. What was taking him so long? All my drinking is starting to go to my head, and I feel sleepy.

"Well, look who it is," said a familiar voice. I knew who that voice belonged to. Dylan.

"Dylan?!" I barely said. Fear was building up inside me; please, god, why him out of anyone in New York?

"You look like a slut. What do you think you're doing dressing like that?" Dylan growled. "And where the fuck are you living? I've been looking for you everywhere,"

"Dylan, we're over. I told you that I never wanted to see you again." I said, building up the courage.

"Don't you talk back to me? Are you looking to get slapped?" Dylan yelled.

"Are you looking to die?" Damian said, walking out of the restaurant.

"She's my girlfriend, so keep your nose out of our business." Dylan snarled.

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore, Dylan," I said.

"Dylan, eh?" Damian got between us and made sure I was behind him. "So this is the pig that likes to hit women. How about you try hitting me instead?

Wait, how did he know that?

"This is none of your business!" Dylan yelled.

"You're threatening my woman; that makes it my business." Damian took a step closer to Dylan, and he stepped back.

"Y-your woman? You went out with this whore?" Dylan said, pointing to me.

"You know, Dylan, it would be easy to make your death look like a suicide." Damian laughed.

"I'm not afraid of you." Dylan glared at Damian.

"You should be," Damian smirked.

"This isn't over," Dylan left without any issue.

Damian turned to face me. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay; let's get out of here before he returns," I said while getting in the limo.