CONTRACTED HEARTS

"I'll be doing it bit by bit. "

I chuckled to myself.

After the lady left in her Mustang, I ordered my guys to get a tow truck and come pick me up.

Sitting in my chair, I was thinking of some ways to get rid of the next threat on my hands... well until Alan walked in.

Alan, my right hand guy.

"Yo, Bartels, what's on your mind?"

That's a way to announce himself.

"Did you get the information I asked you to? "

I said, skipping the question.

"You know I did. "

He slapped a brown envelope on the table.

I slowly ripped the seal off the envelope and opened it.

Reading the paper, I chuckled in satisfaction.

Clarissa Russell

23 years old

Orphan

Struggling with bills

Has never been in a relationship.

"Was the last one really necessary?"

"*chuckles* you did say every piece of information."

"Great. "

"By the way, what's it for? "

"She wrecked my car and later just spoke back at me and left. "

"So? "

I decided to ignore his comment.

"You're not thinking of paying her back, are you? "

I chuckled at his comment.

The Mustang girl with the sharp tongue.

A little torture would be fun.

"*kisses his teeth* Away from that, what are you doing about this whole marriage thing? I am not willing to work for an asshole you know?"

Huh?

My replacement.

"I have everything under control."

"You sure, it looks like you don't."

He was right.

My mum is going to kill me if she finds out I was lying to her this whole time.

As a Mafia leader, I fear no one

All except my mother.

She was nice, but ruthless in her own ways.

"What were you saying about that ball tomorrow? "

"The one organised every month? "

It was a party, where business men just came together to talk or in my own words, flaunt their wealth.

And my parents were going to be there.

I needed to think of something, fast.