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Hey guys! Thanks so much for your reviews! I'm glad you liked the first chapter. Um, so yeah… this one's longer than the first… ENJOY
SONNY POV
I woke up with a dangerous, pounding headache and swimming vision. Ugh, I hate being hungover. The sun was way too bright but luckily, I was quiet in a room. Wait a minute… This room! This isn't my room! What the! I ripped the covers off of me and saw that I was in an oversized t shirt. Oh no. I gave my virginity away to some stranger. Oh God! I searched the room for any sign of the guy but he wasn't in here. But my dress and shoes were on a chair. Whose house is this! I quickly got dressed and held my shoes in my hand, along with my clutch. I checked my bag. All my money and cards were there. That's good. But where the fuck am I? I opened up the room door carefully, peeking my head out to check for any sign of him. I'm such a slut. When I didn't see him, I held my breath to prepare to tip toe across the house. I padded barefoot around the house and down the steps. I was headed for the front door, trying to sneak out. I can't believe I-
"Morning." I heard his voice and froze. Damnit, so much for sneaking out. I turned and came face to face with a shirtless, blue eyed, blonde haired God that looked... toned beyond toned. If I slept with him then... maybe it wasn't so bad.
"Morning." I said weakly, forcing my eyes to stay above his neckline. "Um..." I stuttered.
"There's breakfast if you want to eat."
"No, I should go." What's his name?
"I insist you eat so you don't make your hangover worse." He smiled. Wow, he has an amazing smile.
"I'm sorry... I don't remember your name..."
"Chad." He chuckled. "You can get to know me over breakfast."
"Oh..."
"Are you okay with pancakes?" I nodded. I don't feel sore so maybe we didn't sleep together. We walked over to the kitchen together, him still without a shirt. He's nice to look at with… six abs and a muscled chest. "You remember anything from last night?"
"Not really, no."
"You were wasted and spilled your drink on me while you were looking for your friends that left you. I offered you a ride home and then... you fell asleep before I could find out where you lived." We came into the huge kitchen with stainless steel, granite and glass. He lives nice. "So I bought you here..."
"You undressed me."
"Your dress was sticky and wet, I'm sure you wouldn't have been comfortable."
"You should've left me dressed." I quipped. "It wasn't up to you to determine whether or not I was comfortable."
"I was just-"
"I doubt I would've consented to it if I was conscious…" My head is pounding. "You had no right to do that."
"If you were conscious, you would be at your own house." He glared at me because of my attitude and turned towards me. "Nothing happened between us."
"Nothing?" Thank you!
"Your virginity is still intact. I didn't touch you anywhere or do anything to you. I wouldn't take advantage." Great. This stranger knows my personal business.
"My- how did you know that I was a virgin?"
"You explained it to me. That's why your boyfriend cheated on you." Oh God, I made a fool of myself last night. I'm going to kill my friends. Slowly, painfully.
"How much did tell you last night?" He tried to hide a smile at the horrified look on my face.
"Not much but... you're awake now." He handed me a plate and a glass of orange juice, motioning to a chair. "Enjoy."
"This is weird."
"How so?"
"I'm some random girl that... you let sleep in your bed." I couldn't believe this.
"You're not random and I kept you safe. I could've left you at the club and let some sleazy guy take you home."
"How do I know you're not sleazy? You did undress me without consent."
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" I pursed my lips and put a cut square of pancake up to my lips. That's… kind of a good point. "What do you do for a living?"
"Classified information."
"You're not a cop, are you? Or… in the CIA or… the FBI?" What the hell? He sounds a little paranoid.
"No, why... you do something illegal?"
"In some ways, yeah." I narrowed my eyes and put the fork down.
"Is that supposed to be funny?"
"No." He shook his head. "I'm a good guy… at times."
What did he mean by at times? "Well, what do you do for a living?"
"I am... a distributor." He hesitated to tell me. Hm…
"What is it that you... distribute?"
He just smiled and shook his head again. "Are your pancakes okay?" He completely avoided the question.
"Yes but I have to go, I'll be late for work."
"Your classified job?"
"Yes."
"Mm..." My lips twitched.
"You sound sad that I'm leaving, Chad. You barely know me."
"I'll get to know you. Sooner or later." He gave me a panty melting grin. My eyes looked down to avoid falling for it and I rose to my feet.
"I prefer later or never. Have a good day..." Nervously, I scurried out of the kitchen and put my shoes on.
"Would you like me to call a cab?" His voice called out.
"I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."
"Last night sure didn't seem like it."
My eyes rolled. "Goodbye."
"I'm telling you, you should let me call a cab." He strode towards me with a phone in his hand. I reached out for the front door and almost died when I opened it. Damn! The rain, it's terrible. It's like a downpour that one step out this door would soak me. "Cab?"
"Yes, please..."
I sat on the cold, marble steps as I waited for the car that Chad called for me. He didn't pay me any mind since it didn't seem like he was interested in me. He just walked around on the phone, yelling at some guy for not handling some business properly. He must be the boss of something. He's very demanding and… mean towards his workers. When a horn honked outside, I knew it was my taxi. I didn't even say goodbye to him. I left without a word and… it's not like he cared to see me off anyway. My cab took me home and as I reached for my bag to pay, I realized I didn't have it. Shit!
"Um... can you take me back? I left my bag."
"Miss, I have other runs." He's rude.
"I'll pay you for it once I get my bag."
"Sorry, I'm running late. The cab was prepaid. I really need to go."
"You've got to be kidding me?" I scoffed as my doorman came and opened my door.
"No, I'm not." He turned in his seat and looked at me. Definitely rude! "Have a pleasant day." I flipped him off and ran into the building with Steve, the doorman, next to me. He opened the door and smiled.
"I don't want to hear it." I grumbled.
"You look great." He commented during my walk of shame.
"Shut up." I spat and raced to the front desk woman Elizabeth. "I left my key, Liz, can you please open my door."
"Yes, Ms. Sonny. Do you need another copy?"
"No." She rode in the elevator with me and when we got to the twentieth floor, she opened my door. "Thanks." I bolted over to the phone and dialed my cell. I can't believe I left my bag. How stupid can I possibly be? Shit, he better pick up my phone!
"Hello?" His voice sounds deeper over the phone.
"I need my bag and that shit cabby you sent wouldn't take me back." I said angrily.
"I'm fine, how are you? Nice to know you made it home."
"Chad!"
"I'll bring it to you..." I could hear him smiling.
"No, I'll come get it." I don't want him knowing where I live.
"No, I'll hold it hostage. Unless..."
"Are you serious? I need my clutch... just give me your address." I demanded. I can't play games right now.
"I don't give my address out, Sonny. That would cause trouble."
"Then, give me the address to somewhere I can pick it up." I insisted. He's driving me insane at the moment.
"Okay, 51st street. Valentine's Restaurant at eight p.m. tonight."
"No!"
"No?" Chad sounds astounded.
"Absolutely not! You're a stranger." An attractive one.
"Then, no bag." He hung up. He hung up on me! I growled at the phone and redialed the number. "You changed your mind?"
"Give me my bag."
"Meet me there at eight for dinner. And... if you don't show... I have your address."
"Is that a threat?"
"Take it as you want." Once again, he hung up. Again, really!
I'm not going to have my cell phone all day. My boss is going to kill me. I slammed my house phone down and ran all ten fingers through my hair. A date. With Chad... for my valuables. Ugh! That's more like a weird trade. I took a shower and straightened my hair. I threw on a fitted yet office appropriate navy blue dress that stopped at my knee along with a white cardigan. I put my heels on and earrings, grabbing my black purse that I used for work and rushing out of my apartment. I'm going to kill those girls I call my friends for leaving me. No, first I'm going to apologize for being late. And then... during lunch, I'm going to scream on them for putting me in this frustrating position.
CHAD POV
Sonny sounded angry over the phone. I probably wouldn't be thrilled to date me either considering I'm a mob boss but... she didn't know what I did. I knew that if I told her I was in The Mob, she would've freaked out and probably turned me into the police. But I'm not the one that's killing people... well not anymore. I'm lying... not recently. I've never wanted to kill people. But everyone frowned on me when I didn't get the job done. When I did, my guys made it look like suicides or accidents. They're good at that. I've never tortured anyone, I've never used their family members as leverage and I've never drowned anyone. I'm a quick... painless person. Once Sonny left, I turned my charm off and got dressed, putting my gun on the back of my pants. My doorbell rang twenty minutes after checking over my house to secure it. I answered it and saw Troy standing there with an unlit cigarette between his lips.
"What?"
"Funny news..." He slid past me and closed the door, locking it behind him.
"Funny news like what?"
"No one can find Greg." That's not what I like to hear.
"No one can find Greg?" I repeated.
"No."
"That's not what I want to hear, Troy."
"Seth is in DR now. The hotel they checked into, not there." The bastards running.
"Do I have to do everything myself?" I hate having to do things like this. "You're really disappointing me lately, Troy."
"I'm sorry, boss. Things aren't good right now."
"Oh, things aren't good? Huh, why not? Did you get diagnosed with something that fucks up your brain?" I smacked the side of his head and took the stick from between his lips, throwing it on the ground.
"It's not my fault we can't find him."
"Listen to me, Troy. Get Seth on the phone, I need to know why you all are fucking shit up."
"Yes, sir." He pulled his cell out of his pocket while I stormed off. Where the hell is Grady? I can't even handle this right now. I have a date with Sonny at eight. I looked at her clutch and wallet that I took out of it. She lives in a condo about fifteen miles away from here; her driver's license picture is pretty.
"Tell him I can't find him. I can't possibly know where he went." Seth said on speaker phone when Troy skidded into the dining room.
"Did you lose them or something?" I asked loudly.
"No, I just can't find him. The hotel said they checked out." There's no doubt the wife knows. But the kids are oblivious.
"How did he know we were coming?"
"I guess someone tipped them off."
"I want this done, Seth. If I have to take care of this myself, I'm going to be pissed." I raged shortly before calming myself down.
"I'll find him. Give me a few days." I took the phone out of his hand and hung it up, throwing it on the counter.
"What woman did you have here last night?"
"The one that stumbled into the room."
"You kept her stuff?"
"No." I put everything back into the purse. Even her cell phone. "She left it."
"Oh."
"How was she?"
"None of your damn business." I snapped.
"What kind of girl was she?"
"Nice..." I told him. "Attractive, very opinionated."
"Hm."
"I have a date tonight."
"With her? Do you think that's safe? You don't know if she's working with th-"
"Then, search her place. You, Louis and Grady." I took out her wallet once more and looked at her address. "She's at work. Leave everything in place and don't take anything."
"Y-You want us to... search?"
"Mhm."
"Fine." He took the wallet and opened it, taking her ID out putting it in his pocket. Her ID has to be back in their before our date. "And if she is...?"
"I'll confront her about it."
"We don't kill women, Chad."
"I never said I was going to. I said I'd confront her."
"Well, does that mean we're going to meet her and do... background checks."
"Only if you find something in her apartment."
"That's breaking trust."
"She's not my girlfriend. But she might have to potential to be."
"Girlfriends in this business are dangerous. You know that." He said like I was stupid.
I folded my arms. "I don't need a briefing, Troy. I'm a grown man."
"I'm just telling you."
"And if something does happen to her, it's all your asses. Because you're partly my protection detail."
SONNY POV
"How could you! How could you guys leave me?" I slapped Penelope's shoulder harshly when we stopped into Chili's for lunch. "Some guy took me to his house."
"Sonny..."
"And undressed me..."
"Sonny."
"All while I was sleeping."
"You were raped!" Tawni yelled in a whisper while the hostess gathered menu's for all four of us.
"No, I wasn't." We followed her to our booth and sat down, thanking her for her service. "He claimed that he didn't touch me."
"Wait... start from the beginning." Portlyn demanded.
"I spilled a drink on the guy because I was trying to find you all and then he offered me a ride home. I agreed but passed out in his car before I could tell my ad-"
"Wait, what kind of car? You can tell how a man is by his car?"
"He had a driver, like a chauffeur."
"Fancy!" Penelope gushed.
"And then, I woke up in his t shirt. When I asked him about it, he said that he didn't touch me and he thought I'd be uncomfortable in a wet dress."
"That was this morning?"
"Mhm. We had breakfast an-"
"He made you breakfast? He sounds… nice."
"Can I finish at least?" I started talking a look at my menu. "And then he called me a cab and I went home. Which by the way, I can't pay for lunch I left my bag at his house."
"What the hell? Why didn't you get it back? He could... steal your debit cards... your social security." Portlyn gasped.
"He's "holding it hostage". He said he'd bring it on our date tonight. And none of this would've happened if you wouldn't have left me."
"Is he cute at least?" Tawni inquired and then paused to place her drink order. I just got water and I'm sticking to a grilled chicken Caesar salad. We handed our menus to the waiter. "What's his name?"
"Chad's gorgeous. Blonde hair... blue eyes... he's fit too. And his house is huge. It's a mansion."
Tawni groaned playfully. "So, what are you complaining about? You went home with a rich, single, gorgeous guy who didn't even try to sleep with you while you were inebriated. And he's taking you on a date."
"In exchange for a bag." I scoffed.
"So what? Get to know him." She then said. "I can tell you're going to like him."
"Where is he taking you?"
"Valentine's."
"Fancy!" Penelope gushed again. "What are you wearing? I'm coming over to help."
"I'm just going to get my bag back."
"Why? Go to enjoy yourself too. It's a date, Sonny." Portlyn stated. "I'm coming over too."
"It's not that big of a deal, guys."
"Yes, it is. You've been hung up about Michael for the longest. You're getting your groove back."
"Getting my groove back? Seriously?" I deadpanned. I sat up straight in the seat and pushed my hair behind my ears. "You make me sound like I'm forty."
"You act like you are." Penelope muttered.
"Fine, I'll go but I'm dressing up myself and you can't say a word."
"If I don't like your outfit, you're changing." She said.
"This is going to be a quick date."
"You're going to have fun..." Tawni drawled out with a smile.
I don't even know this guy.
CHAD POV
They didn't find anything in her apartment. They said she was clean and doesn't even know that The Mob exists by the looks of it. She was innocent; a family girl. She wasn't the only child. She has a sister. Sonny also is an assistant to a man that manages hotels all around the world. Hotels that I have stayed at. There was nothing bad about her. Though, I wouldn't know unless I questioned her myself. I don't like liars. Liars get nowhere with me. Right now, I was tying my tie into a good knot and smoothing it down. I drove my black Audi on the date, letting valet take it. By the time I got my ticket, I saw Sonny getting out of a cab in a tan, fitting, short sleeve dress that stopped an inch above her knee. She looks good. When she saw me, she waltzed over to me in her nude heels and pushed her hair back. It had a part in the middle and it was pin straight.
"You look good."
"Thank you." She gave me a small smile and held out her hand.
"I'll give it to you inside."
"No, now. I'd like to make sure that all my things are there."
"Inside, come." I took her hand and led her inside, confirming our reservation and following the hostess to our seats. He sat down two menus in the dimly lit, Italian restaurant and smiled. I thanked him as he walked away. "So... how was work?"
"It was work." She furrowed her brows. "I'm an assistant to a man that owns dozens of hotels around the world."
"Really? Is that exciting?" I pretended I didn't know that. It'd be awkward if she knew I went through her wallet to find things out.
"It's... a well paying job." She chuckled, looking down at her menu for a few seconds. I handed her the clutch from across the table and grinned. "Thank you."
"You probably left it on purpose. You just wanted to see me again."
"That's funny..." She giggled and shook her head. "You set up the date so you obviously wanted to see me." I nodded in agreement and sighed.
"You don't get to travel?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your job? Do you get to do different places when your boss goes?"
"Sometimes, not always."
She looked easy-going sitting there. "Where have you been?"
"Um, Milan, Tokyo... New Zealand." She named a few. I was impressed. "What about you? Do you travel?"
"Yeah, well not recently but I've been places. "I've been to Paris, Rome and Berlin."
"What is it that you do?" She shrugged and closed her menu. We stopped talking for a minute while the waitress brought over a bottle of wine. She poured it in a glass and let me taste it. I gave a nod of approval and allowed her to pour us both a glass. We then placed our order.
"I manage the distribution of money." It's not a total lie. But it was a lie.
"Oh, for the banks?"
"Yeah, I manage loans." It's not a total lie. I just don't do it for the banks.
"Do you like that job?"
"It's a well paying job." She chuckled softly. "If you don't mind me asking, do you always run into men in a club?"
"No, I don't." She burned red from shame. "I'm not a big drinker, honestly. My friends were... pushing liquor in my face."
"They don't sound like good friends." I put in, clearing my throat right after.
"No, they are. They mean no harm. And- I don't want to answer questions anymore. I feel like you're quizzing me. What about you? Why were you at the club?"
"I was having a good time." I replied. She narrowed her eyes a little bit before laughing.
"I didn't see you dancing with anyone."
My hands scratched my jaw line. "I usually don't because I'm busy taking care of things..."
"How are you busy in a place like that?"
"I... actually own the club." Her smile dropped and her face flushed.
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"S-So, I ruined the club owners' shirt?" She breathed out. "I went home with the owner?"
"Yeah."
"Oh man... I'm sorry." She apologized. I waved it off with a deep laugh.
"It's okay. You were having a good time. I was... glad to see that."
"Y-Yeah."
"You seem more nervous now."
"Because..." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I don't know." Sonny reached for her glass of wine and took a small sip. "What about past relationships? You know about mine."
"Um, it was recently that I got out of a relationship. It was maybe two years ago."
"What happened?"
"My father died and my family started fighting over money. She just… got in the way."
"Oh, I'm sorry." She gave her condolences softly. It was silent for a while until our food came. He set her plate down first before putting mine down. "Do you have any siblings?"
"No, I'm the only child."
"Oh…"
"Do you?"
"I have a little sister."
"Was she at the club with you last night?" I asked, twirling my fork around in my pasta.
"No, she's in Rhode Island."
"Do you miss her?"
"No, she calls me every other day. She doesn't give me a chance to miss her." Sonny snorted a small laugh and put shrimp in her mouth. She waited until her mouth was clear before talking. "So, besides holding my bag hostage, what made you think of me as a potential… woman of going on a date?"
"I thought you were cute and… then you half assed the conversation this morning by not giving me answers."
"I was… taken back this morning. It's okay now though. It's not as shocking."
"That's good, then."
"If… you don't mind me asking, why are you so mean to your workers? I mean, I heard you on the phone this morning- upset and yelling at them. But now… you're all nice to me. Why are you so mean to them?"
"I work with idiots."
"I don't think you work with idiots. I think you might've been too hard on them." My jaw clenched over and over.
"You don't know them. They weren't handling business the way I told them to and what I wanted them to do was very important to me. And I think how I speak to my workers is none of your business, Sonny."
She looked down at her plate like she was confused… or a little hurt. "I was just asking."
"I don't mean to be rude but as you said, I hardly know you."
"Sorry…"
"Me too. I don't mean to be… rude. I just take my job seriously…"
"I understand."
"I had a good time." She stated, running her arm down my bicep.
"You should call me, sometime. Unless you're planning to run into me at my club again." She reached into her bag and pulled out her keys.
"Or you could call me since you're the guy." I chuckled heartily and felt a little surprised when she leaned forward and kissed my cheek before smiling. She's not the type to kiss on the first date. "Thanks… for my bag… and keeping me… safe last night."
"I'll call you."
"Okay." She said kindly and turned around to open her door. Once she was inside safely, I rode the elevator back down and too my car, taking my cell phone out of my pocket and dialing Seth's number. It rang twice before he picked up.
"Yeah."
"Did you find him?" I asked roughly, opening my car door and sitting behind the wheel.
"We're getting on the plane."
"Great. Call me when you land."
SONNY POV
I dropped my clutch on the kitchen counter and slipped my heels off. I ran my fingers through my hair and breathed out heavily, smiling to myself. I got out of my dress, took a shower and put on a pair of shorts and a camisole. He was actually nice and I actually had fun. I thought I wouldn't. Man, I hate when my friends are right. Tawni, Portlyn and Penelope are going to be on my back tomorrow about him.
A/N
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