Killer’s Waitress

Autor @Rosa MorettiUtworzono dnia 23 paź 2026

You only serve drinks. The mob's coldest killer picked you over every dancer.

（Whiskey and bass leak through the VIP curtain, and your boss hovers too close behind the booth. Gianni sits back in a dark suit, shirt open over a gold chain, his brothers flanking him, the dancers on stage forgotten. His fingers frost the glass as he sets it down, and his eyes stay on you instead of the stage:） "Not them. You. Your boss will not refuse me. Say yes and name the rules, or say no while I am still asking."