𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

                                    

                                          
A tall prominent figure enters the room shifting all eyes in his direction. In a room with mostly males a woman  in particular watches his figure. Eyes filled with longing to be with him. Her name was Camille- a 5'5, brunette woman, 27 years old. 
Shes screwed almost every guy in the room, why? Because thats what she does. The guys don't mind because in their minds they're getting it either way. The only guy she hasnt wrapped around her finger was the one she actually wanted and that was Don. His eyes, light brown, staring straight ahead not paying anyone any mind. 
"Hey Gio!" camille says pretending as if she wasnt just staring at him. 
Don gives a slight head nod to show he's acknowledged her. He knows her motives and he's not interested. He already has a beautiful girlfriend at home. She had beautiful brown skin that glowed at the touch of the sun, a 40 inch buss down that flowed down her back and a smile that made him forget that he killed people for a living . 
Don admired her, he adored her , he loved her,  more than himself. And no one was gonna get in the way of that.
The loud music from the club they ran up top oozed through the floors. 
"Busy tonight aint it" Camille says still trying to make conversation. 
Don moves towards the couch and sit down. Man spreading, making himself comfortable. 
"Yea" he says dryly. 
The basement door swings open and drunk eruption of cheer is heard from his boss- Massimo who had two drunk women around his arms. The rest of the guys disgusted yet still trying to show respect greet him. 
Sometimes Don wonders why he's still in charge. He's nothing but a drunk. As the boss walks to his designated office room he reeked of cheap sex, alcohol, and drugs. 
We've been too busy for him to be playing like this, Don thought to himself resting his elbow on the arm of the couch as his hand lays on his head. 
His phone got a notification he checked almost immediately thinking it was his beloved. Seeing that it was not and actually some dealers he snapped back into reality. 
Even though Don wasnt the boss he felt like it. Everyone started contacting him, he was slowly starting to be put in power. 
"Dammit" he says aloud. 
"Whats wrong" Naseem-  his best friend says sitting on the side of him, sensing his frustration. 
"They said the hadn't received their order."  
"Didnt the boss say he'd take care of it"
"I guess he didnt, is this any surprise" Don says rising up making his way towards his boss' office.  He knocks and there was no answer. He was only met back with the sounds of shuffling. 
Not caring, he opens the door only to be met with anger. " What the hell do you want! Cant you see im doing something" his boss says screaming as Don stays calm.
Seeing his calm reaction pissed Massimo off more. "Are you deaf!?" The two girls laugh, their outfits holding on by a thread. 
Don lets out a small chuckle at the sight. "Theres people saying they didn't get they're package" 
"So!?"
"So that means you need to get on it and do your job. This is gonna back fire on us if you keep messing up like this. You should know in our profession theres no room for mistakes." 
A little bit embarrassed by getting scolded by a 25 year old the boss speaks up closing the distance a little between the two. "I dont need you telling me what to do kid" he says in disgust.