Bex POV

I wake up this morning around 7:00, I need to be at the base for 8:00. Last night was incredible, I love Marco's mom, she really made me wish my mom was like that. I never knew how much my moms absence affected me, I try not to dwell on it, but still, it would have been nice for someone to care.

I roll out of bed, the pipes creaking so annoyingly, I can't wait to leave this shitty apartment. I put on some black sweats and a black zip up hoodie, and throw my hair in a bun. I grab a granola bar and go. Today I am going to start on these cars.

I hop on the bus, making sure to stop at Starbucks and get the boys coffee again. I eventually make it to the house and the guards let me in. I have started to learn all their names because I am working with them now, I want them to see me as a friend, not an outsider.

 I walk in and go to the kitchen, but nobody is there. One of the other men in the house tell me to go to the office.

I walk upstairs and go straight through the doors and say "HEY BITCHES!" The boys all look at me and I laugh, clearly that was a bad time. They look like they are in an important discussion.

"Oops, sorry," I say, and give them all their proper coffees. I sit down on the couch and sigh, damn I am already tired and I have to work at the bar tonight too, I couldn't really sleep last night due to nightmares. 

Marco looks up at me looking agitated and says, "Principessa, you can't just barge in here, we are doing something important and you're being a distraction!" I frown at him, this is so different from the Marco last night. He must be really stressed out. I learned to take things not personally when I was young, and I stand up to leave.

"Okie, sorry, my bad, I'll go work on the cars then." Enzo looks at me apologetically as I go and I look over at Marco, who looks like he is fighting to say something, but can't. I smile at him and go to the garage, making sure on my way I grab the coffee pot and fill up the coffees of all the men and guards in and around the house.

Today the goal is to make almost like grates at the front of the cars so they can bust through the gates. I start working, my headphones are in and I'm singing under my breath. When I work, I use everything I can.

 I have tools behind my ears and screws between my teeth, oil is smudged on my face, my hair is coming out of my bun, and I have taken off my sweater, now only in a sports bra, using my sweater around my waist as a tool belt. My music is so loud I don't even hear Marco approach.

"Hey Principessa, can we talk?" he says, and I jump, startled. He hands me a sandwich and I take it. "I'm sorry for how I acted, it is a stressful day so we had to be very careful in making a plan for tonight. We are going to ambush the Mexicans and we have to make sure everything is on point so they don't kill any of my men. Anyways, we are about to leave and I wanted to just let you know."

I wasn't upset or anything, I could tell he was stressed so I say, "It's ok, don't worry I don't care." He looks up at me and smiles, then leans in to kiss me. I know I look like a mess, but I don't care. I increase the pace of our kiss, shoving my tongue in his mouth, biting his lip, making him groan.

He picks me up and slams me against the back of the car I was working on. Our tongues are fighting for dominance, he wins obviously, but I'm not through with him yet. I jump out of his arms and push him away. He frowns, but then freezes when he seeds me start undoing his belt.

"Fuck, Bex." he says as I go on my knees and pull down his dress pants and his boxers, releasing his now very big and very hard length. I grab it with my hands lightly and look him in his eyes. He looks down at me, and I put the tip in my mouth, reaching up with one hand to massage his balls.

I swirl my tongue around his tip, then move my tongue up and down his shaft, making him moan my name. Then I start moving his length down my throat, my one hand pumping him at the base. He takes his hand and put's it behind my head, increasing my pace.

After a few minutes I hear him groan again and I can feel him getting close. "Princessa I'm gonna cum, take it all." He releases with another moan, his juices shooting down my throat, and I swallow it greedily. I get up off my knees and laugh, then say, "Ok, come back safe from your little ambush and maybe you'll get a round 2."

He pulls up his pants and then smirks at me, grabbing me by my waist, but then Enzo comes in to the garage. "Hey Angel, I am leaving now, but mom called and wants me to tell you hi for her-what, were you guys in the middle of something?" I blush, then push away from Marco and walk over to Enzo to give him a hug.

"Be safe please Zo" I whisper, and he kisses my forehead. "Awe, you care, that made my day." he says dramatically, so I shove him away laughing. Marco comes and slaps Enzo on the back lightly, and says "Ok, well, see you tomorrow." and kisses my lips. 

Enzo puts a finger gun to his head and fake shoots. I punch him in the arm, and they leave.

The rest of the day is pretty boring. Some of the guards came in to talk to me on the break, by the end of they day, most of the men were in the garage with me as I worked, we were all making jokes and talking, and I learned a lot about them and their lives. 

I'm glad I'm making a good impression. They seem to really enjoy my presence, one even mentioned how Marco has been a lot better of a leader, but kinder to his men since I arrived. 

At 5:00 I leave and take the bus home. I change clothes into a white tank and a silver skirt, putting my hoops on and tying my hair into a pony tail, then take the bus to the club. It is intense tonight, there are two bachelor parties and lots of college students. I am the only one who works the bar this shift, but I handled it like a pro. 

I did spend a lot of time worrying about the boys though. When I am tired, I can't bring myself to forget about my troubles, so my mind kept returning to wondering about their safety. This was a war between Mafias, there will be shooting, fighting, killing. I just hope all my boys get out ok.

My shift finally ends at 2:00 and I am exhausted to say the least. Some guy spilled whiskey on me when I was walking out, so now I am fighting off sleep on the bus and smelling of alcohol. Gross. 

I try to call Marco and Enzo each a few times, but they don't answer. I hope they are ok and their phones are just off. I'll call again when I get home before I fall into bed.

I get off the bus and walk into my building, walking up to my floor and then opening my door. It was pitch black, but something felt off. I turned on the only light that works and scream, jumping back. Enzo, Marco, Rosco, Antonio, Angelo, and Gio were all crowded in my tiny living room, squished on my shitty couch.

We stare at each other in silence, and I look over at Enzo's guilty expression. He knows why I am not saying anything. The one thing I am ashamed of most is this apartment, it is the one thing that links me to my shitty life and the fact that I am on the verge of being broke. 

The last thing I needed was a bunch of rich Mafia members who live in a huge house with a million cars each and designer clothing to see where I live.

"Angel I-" and I go over and punch Enzo in the face before he finished his sentence.