Stuck With The Mafia

"Chelsea, I want these files signed and stamped by tomorrow morning, understood?" My boss growled, dropping tons of heartbreaking papers on my palm.

 "Yes boss." I breathed, irritated as hell. This man stands on my nerves everyday and he knows it.

'Your evil looks can't hurt me. I'm your boss.' Those are his favorite words. I turned around to walk away but his eerie voice called me back.

 "Chelsea," I could feel him smirk at how disgusted I am of him. I turned around again, counting the seconds with urgency.

"I'll need you to get ready, we have very important visitors coming tomorrow. I don't want stupid excuses. Am I understood?" I nodded slightly and walked away, cursing him under my breath.

From being the owner of a coffee shop in Italy to being a yes-man in the US? Somethings are worth dying for, and my elder sister, Marie, is first on that list.

Nothing prepared me for the shivering cold that enveloped me after hearing her sharp cries and a sudden deafening silence few seconds after. That day took something too valuable away from me, my peace. My family and I were set on a wild goose chase away from our hometown after a series of deathly threats from an unknown darkness. Marie's death was the last straw.

My mother's health has been failing ever since, my younger sister has had nothing but nightmares and terrible seizures and my dad, my dad has been even weirder. He receives long phone calls, he is always on his laptop, he could be out of the house for weeks then suddenly he is back home for three whole months and other times, he could just be lively and fun.

Whatever is up with him has definitely doubled these days because now he whispers, even in the house. I have been on the hunt for the demons that snapped life right out of my sister and it's been five long fruitless years. I even landed a high profiled job as the senior secretary of this stupid organization.

 I deal with loads and loads of confidential information everyday but every clue that logically links to my sister's murder is more twisted and useless than the last!

 "Done." I sighed, stamping the last file. I packed up and tossed my things aside. Picking up my bag and my leftover sanity, I strolled out of the building and into my car. While others have their 9-5 from Monday through to Friday, I have 8-7 from Monday through to Saturday but it's all worth it because today is Friday and it's the busiest day at the bar.

 Yes, Chelsea Ambers is not only a secretary, she is a busy ass bartender.

 "Chels!!" Aria, my best friend, yelled from a distance. I got off my car and immediately ran into her warm embrace.

"Girl where the hell have you been? It's already nine. The crowd has multiplied even more."

 "Cassey isn't here today?" I frowned, searching for my lazy assistant.

 "Who is Cassey?" Aria hissed, her voice deep in bitterness.

 "She flirted with your man one time and suddenly she doesn't exist to you?" I asked, drowning in laughter as the memories of their fatal fight flooded back.

The club's rowdy atmosphere comforted my spirit as my drunk friends hailed me absentmindedly. Sweaty bodies swaying here and there, cards, alcohol, vomit and weird music blasting resonated with my spirit very quickly.

 "Chelsea!" Mr Rick called out, snapping his fingers to get my attention. I lifted my head and locked eyes with him as a response. "One Espresso Martini for me and one Negroni for the lady." He smirked, cupping a chick's butt.

 "Tsk, does your wife know you are here, Mr Rick?" I smiled, lacing my voice with the needed menace.

 The lady stormed off but Mr Rick looked ready for a show down.