When Angela was 16, something bad happened, so she moved to London for school. Now, at 21, she's back in Boston. But little does she know, she's about to meet a dangerous guy named Vincent Davinci. As they cross paths, Angela's life gets pretty interesting. She's caught up in mysteries and suspense, diving into a world she never expected.
*Angela's p.o.v*
I always grew up quite sheltered. I lived in Boston with my parents, that was until I was 16. I was with my best friend at the time, Maya. She was my whole world. We got into a car accident. We had gone out for a Friday night movie and a drunk driver hit us. The car rolled, my best friend died and I came out of it with some scars on my back and my upper thigh from where some glass stabbed me. My back had never been the same.
After Maya died, I fell into a depression. A depression I couldn't shake. I was too scared to get into a car. That was when my parents shipped me off to a boarding school. They couldn't deal with me apparently.
That boarding school in London was my home for three years. It was a hard time for me, I was all alone. I struggled to make friends, I was nice to everyone though.
Midway through that time, my parents got a divorce. My mum suddenly cut off contact with me. I never understood why. She ended up re-married and I just brushed that off. My dad still spoke to me, we tried to talk once a week.
When I graduated high school, no one was there to see me walk. It broke my already hurting heart and I felt so incredibly lost in my life that I ended up having a breakdown.
Everything had built up. All the pain of losing Maya, all the pain of the things I endured at bordering school.
I was admitted into a psych facility at the hands of my father. I didn't blame him, I was a wreck. I was kept in that facility for 6 months. Finally, I was seeing a side of myself I hadn't seen in a very long time, the preppy, happy, and loving side.
I moved back to Boston. I got a place at the Harvard campus to study psychology. I got a dorm room since I didn't have anywhere else to go.
So at 21, I was living on the campus. Luckily there were a lot of people like me. I was back in Boston.
I applied for some jobs the day I got there. I needed to work to survive. I was used to waitressing so I applied for those jobs.
Not even two days later, I got a call. An offer to start working as a waitress in a bar downtown. I of course accepted. I haven't done bar work before, it would be fine though.
Right?
*Angela's p.o.v*
It was 7 pm on a Thursday night and I was starting my first shift at the bar. I was really nervous.
I got there and I was introduced to a girl named Ivory who I gathered ran the place or was at least in charge.
She was really nice and gave me a walk-through of the place. From what I gathered, it was three floors. The top floor was a VIP area. The second was the main bar and the bottom was a basement.
I was given a uniform to change into. I was directed to the bathroom to change.
So I walked down the hall and I saw a lot of doors and got very confused. I opened the door I thought was the bathroom and I stumbled into an office. Suddenly two men pointed guns at me and I froze.
There was a man sitting at the desk. He had his white button-down top on that was tighter. His muscles were bulging. He looked really strong and his skin was covered in tattoos. He had dark hair and deep blue eyes.
"Down" he ordered in a very deep voice.
The two men lowered their guns and I looked around confused.
"Can I help you?" The man behind the desk asked
"I came in here accidentally. looking for the bathroom. I forgot the directions that Yvonne described to me. I'm sorry I interrupted" I said
His eyes traced from my face down my body. I haven't had anyone do that to me and gives me goosebumps all over.
"Are you the new waitress?" He asked
"Yes"
"What's your name?"
"Angela. What's your name?" I asked
"I think I'll call you Princess"
My heart raced. He gave me chills but not in a bad way. I could sense his danger. The smell of his cologne was strong but it smelt so good.
I blushed so hard.
"That's fine but you haven't told me your name," I said
"Did you just move here?" He asked raising his eyebrow.
"Technically yes. I grew up here but then I've lived in London for the last 5 years" I replied
"Hmm. I thought I could hear a bit of an accent"
"So do you like running this place? I'm imagining so since you have an office"
"Yes princess"
"Are you my boss then?"
"Yes but Yvonne takes care of the waitresses"
"Okay. You have a lot of tattoos"
The man winked at me and I blushed a bit harder, he was one beautiful person.
"Oh Angela. I was trying to find you" I heard
I turned around and Yvonne was in the doorway.
"I'm so sorry. I got lost and-"
"It's okay, you had to meet Vincent eventually"
As we went to leave, I turned back to Vincent.
"Hmm nice to meet you, Vincent," I said waving.
"I'll see you later princess"
I went to the bathroom and I got changed. It was these stockings, tight black shorts that were pretty short. They almost showed my ass. Oh well. I wasn't against wearing something a bit more scandalous.
The top was white. Had the logo Davinci's on the front.
We could choose to wear heels or sneakers and I only had sneakers with me so that's what I wore.
Then I met the team at the bar. Yvonne did most of the drinks along with Valerie. Then we had Aliyah on the floor. I would be joining her.
I got a quick rundown of a few important things. The bar was already quite full of people so I just started collecting drink orders and bringing them out to tables. It wasn't too hard, it was really busy though so mid-way through the shift, I was really anxious and overwhelmed but I managed to take a few deep breaths and get back into it. Tipping was quite good as well.
A little bit later in the night, It had gotten quieter since it was only a Thursday. Vincent had come out of his office and he was talking to Valerie who was going on about some change she wanted.
I was cleaning down some tables when I felt his presence behind me. I could smell his cologne first but he gave off this vicious, dark energy.
"Walk with me princess," he said
I dropped the cloth and I followed him as he walked up the steps to the VIP area.
We got up there and he went behind the small bar and poured what looked like whiskey into a small glass.
"We do background checks on anyone who works here. Is there anything I need to know?" Vincent asked
His blue eyes looked at me over the edge of the glass as he sipped on it.
"No" I replied
"Good. If anyone touches you in here. Tell me"
"Does that happen a lot?" I asked
"No. The regulars know the drill. No hands on my girls, you do have outsiders who can get a little touchy. You're to tell me immediately, not when the night ends"
"Okay. If you're not here?" My heart was pumping, especially when he said 'my girls'
Vincent took a card out of his jacket and slid it across the table.
"Text me. Call if it is an emergency. The girls will teach you"
"Okay"
"Do you have any questions?"
"Uh not right now"
Vincent nodded
"You can go help the girls clean up"
I slid off the bar stool and went back down to the main floor. Everyone had cleared out. I collected some of the glasses and continued to wipe the tables down.
It was 1 am before we were leaving. This was early but once again, only a Thursday.
"Vincent and one of his men, Raymond, they walk us out to our cars after the shift is done," Valerie said
"That's nice" I replied
"It's a safety thing. Once, Aliyah was followed by a guy who was waiting for her to finish. She called Vincent crying and well let's say, that guy was never seen again" Valerie said
"What happened?"
"I don't know but with Vincent, you'll always feel safe. He's a force not to be touched, he runs this city. Quite admirable"
"Seems like it"
Explains why he is so dangerous-looking.
Valerie offered to give me a lift home since it was on her way and as explained, Vincent and this other guy Raymond, walked out to make sure no one was in the car park as we drove away.
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