Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
The only word Y/n would ever use to describe her crap stain of a neighborhood. If you could even call it that. All her neighborhood was, was a small, crappy apartment complex, in the bad part of the large city she called 'home.'
Y/n was like any other person in the complex, tired, and doing whatever work they could to be able to eat and pay off their monthly 'protection fee." At least, that's what they called it.
Her face scrunched up slightly at the thought of them, The Don. A sleazebag old man, who didn't even need the money provided by the apartment's residents, he just wanted it.
And oh how Y/n hated it, she never thought she would end up how she did, but that's life. She hates the Don, she hates her job and she hates how she knew that every month, at least one person wouldn't be able to pay the fee, and another apartment will suddenly be up for another sad soul to move into.
I guess you could say it somewhat broke her, she had given up her dreams a long time ago. She had wanted to be famous, to be an actress. How she had dreamed of running away and landing her first hit movie, which would lead into a string of movies all staring her. She would marry another actor she met on the set and have one child who she would make sure didn't suffer like she has.
But, at this point, all she wants is to finally gather up enough money to get out of this hell hole. To move to the better side of town, were the good jobs, the real jobs were, and she could feel safe from the Mob. Though, it's doughtful this will ever happen, she barely even makes enough money at her awful job at the local bar to get by and she doesn't have time for--
Wait...
Y/n looked over at the old clock hanging on the old wall, with the ugly torn wallpaper, her eyes widening. "Shit!" y/n she mumbled under her breathe out as she shot up, grabbing her coat and running out the door. Speaking of work, she was about to be late... Again.
Speeding out the door she sharply turned the corner, running down the stairs of the apartment before basically sprinting down the sidewalk. When she arrived at the back door of the bar, she looked at her overly complicated wrist watch and smirked. 10 minutes to spare.
Y/n pushed the door open, entering the kitchen, waving lightly at the two chefs who huffed in response, causing her to put her hand down and huff back. Walking to the bathroom, she entered one of the two broken stalls before changing into her uniform, leaving her clothes there for after work.
She straightened her white button up shirt and adjusting the loose black bow tie around her neck, she checked herself in the mirror before exiting the bathroom and returning to the kitchen, leaning on the counter, waiting for the other waiter to finish his shift.
The other waiter, Liam, came into the kitchen looking a bit... startled.
"Hey Liam, how's it looking out there tonight?" Y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at his scared demeanor, due to him usually being quite good at hiding his emotions. She had to admit, she worried for him, she didn't like how he bottled things up. Though, saying that makes her seem like quite the hypocrite.
"Y/n... the Don is out there... with a monster..." Liam breathed out, Y/n eyes widened as she shot up.
Monsters had just recently come into her city. Which, for some reason, some people can't stand, shop owners even putting up "NO MONSTERS ALLOWED" signs up on their doors. Y/n, of course, didn't care for the monsters, she never really hated nor minded them at all. But it was surprising to hear that a monster was in the bar, due to many monsters being to scared to come in due to being discriminated against by the humans.
But this monster was with the Don. The Don was a powerful man, mess with him, and his men would gut you like a fish. So, it's safe to assume that no one would mess with him, but... A monster with the Don?
Y/n huffed. No way, it couldn't be, that racist asshole would never even want to talk to, let alone sit with, a monster. That's just how the sleazebag was.
"The Don is here?! Why the hell would the Don come to a place like this? " she said, beginning to worry.
Going over to the door which exited the kitchen to where people sat and watched the performances, she opened it a bit and stuck her head out. "What table is he at?" Liam looked away for a second "Table 3.." Liam mumbled.
Crap, that's Y/ns table.