Mafias Little Pearl

Jade's POV:

I glanced around before crossing over to the other side of the road where the bar I was working at was. I knew he was looking for me, I just knew it. Only the thought of him disgusted me and I hoped silently that none of his men had found me yet. If there was anything I knew about my uncle, it was that he was never going to give up.. not until he found me.

The three weeks I had been away from the house was really healthy for me and as soon as I got the job I wanted, I was going to leave the country and never come back again.

I walked into the bar, the 'closed' sign still hanging by the window. Everyone looked busier than usual as they went about their activities.

I went to change into my work clothes and saw Betty inside.

"The red one is here!" Betty shouted making me giggle. "You came just in time."

" What's going on?" I asked inquisitive, dropping my bag on the bench and proceeding to remove my top.

"Well, they say the owner is in town and he's coming to the bar today." She replied tying the end pieces of her shirts together to form a crop top revealing her navel piercing.

"The owner? I don't think I've seen him before." I told her which she shrugged at.

"You've not worked here long enough. The man is scaryyy and handsome...but scary." She said stressing out the word 'scary' as she did her makeup.

I wore my red shirt and black skort uniform hastily and did my makeup before someone came in to tell us to hurry up.

"Nice boobs red one," Betty said out of nowhere throwing a gum into her mouth and smirking slying.

I rolled my eyes at her smiling at the compliment, "Shut up",

Soon enough we opened up and got busy with customers and I didn't forget to scan the area and be on an alert for when the 'scary owner' walked in.

I was standing at the counter waiting for the next set of drinks when I looked over to see Betty signaling me that she'd be going out through the back door for a smoke which I nodded to.

"Okayy!" I said grabbing the tray and turning to go head towards the table.

Suddenly the door flew open and men who were dressed in all black bounced in, each with a gun screaming at everyone to remain where they were.

What in the world was going on?

The tray I was carrying fell from my hand in shock as I looked around confused.

One of the men shot their gun in the air making everyone scream and soon enough, everyone was running recklessly out of the bar trying to save their own head or hiding in one place or the other.

I hide behind a table knowing fully well that if I joined in the commotion and stampede that was starting to occur, I might lose my life.

More shots in the air followed and I saw a man drop to the floor face down. The armed men spread out grabbing each hostess and checking their faces asking each other if they've 'found her'.

From where I was, I saw a man walk into the bar, dressed in a leather jacket and black jeans. He had his hands in his pockets and looked angry as hell.

"Where is she?" He asked looking around and I suspected he was with the other guys that came in earlier.

"We haven't found her yet boss," one of the men replied.

He slapped the man across the face. "cafone!" He spat out. "Find her now!"

The man apologised to him then walked away.