Bex POV

The second I enter the garage, all my thoughts of how hot Marco is and the tingly feeling I felt when he kissed my hand were thrown out the door. There, in front of my eyes, are Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Rolls-Royces, Cadillacs and Jaguars and all my other dream cars. I mean, the garage was fucking two stories.

Everyone so far seems nice, I brought the guys coffee and I can see that made them smile. In my opinion, a happy workplace is easier for everyone and if the others are comfortable with me, it will make my job more easy. 

I could see Marco's surprise when I got his order right and the smile that went on his face. It wasn't the usual sly smirk, but a real smile. I would do anything to make him smile like that again.

Bex stop, you need to focus. But I can't stop thinking about how I made some comment about bra shopping that shut up all the men in the room. And then next thing I heard was Marco yell at them to not look at me. Usually I'm not into jealous and possessive guys, but the way he said it was dominating, and it turned me on. 

Anyways, when I get to the back of the room, I see the 10 cars Marco was talking about, and I start my work. I need the measurements, the milage, the size of the engines, and the materials used in and on the cars. 

That will be able to tell me what I need in order to reach the level of strength to break through the gate, and how much more protection I need to add for bullets because clearly these are already bullet proof to some extent. 

I mean, I know that Zozo is in a gang, but this is some next level shit and so luxurious for a gang, but whatever. 

I am inspecting the engine of car number 8, when I hear a strange noise, almost like a door opening from the other side of the garage. It sounds quiet, too quiet, almost like someone is trying to be stealthy. 

I was talking with some of the guards earlier, trying to make them see me as a friend, not someone they are ordered to watch, so I told them that they could leave if they want. 

Hearing this noise and knowing that nobody is supposed to be in here but me is making me worry. Maybe I should go check it out. I walk over quietly and sneak through the rows of cars until I get to where I think I heard the noise. 

I almost gasp when I see 8 of the largest men, other then Marco and his circle, I have ever seen. They are holding guns and look like they are trying to get into the house from the garage.

What the fuck is going on. Am I in danger? What do I do? I look over at the men, trying to analyze them, maybe they are a rival gang? I look at one of the men and see he is wearing short sleeves, on his inner wrist is the Mexican Flag inside a skull. 

Shit, I know that symbol, it is the Mexican Mafia! My dad got in some trouble with them and I had to pay his debts right away or they were going to take me to be some kind of prostitute. Luckily I payed off all the money right away.

Shit, fuck, shit, fuck. What the fuck is a Mafia doing here? Why would they be trying to get into a gang base?  There is no way a tiny gang would grab the attention of a big Mafia. I can't think of a possible explana- OH MY FUCK.

Everything I have learned in the last two days passes through my head in a blur until everything clicks into place. 

The huge base, the sexy men hahah, the two story garage filled with the most expensive cars, the fact that they need 10 incredibly strong cars to break into a base, the Mexican Mafia being here. 

I actually gasp when I understand. Enzo was part of a Mafia, I am working for a fucking Mafia! I am going to kill Enzo.

Unfortunately, my gasp of understanding did not go unoticed. One of the men turns around and next thing I know, I am surrounded by 8 guns all pointed at my head. I am scared, like shaking scared. 

However, being a street kid in my shitty childhood, and having to meet sketchy people in sketchy places to pay off my dad's debts, and sometimes being in exact situations with a gun to my head finding out my dad owes more money has taught me a few things. One for sure is that I know how to fight and shoot a gun.

The men surrounding me probably think that I am not a threat considering I am trembling in fear, so they don't expect what happens next, nor react in time.

All of a sudden I charge at the man closest to me, grabbing his wrist that is holding the gun and twist it, the gun dropping into my other hand. I take the butt of the gun and slam it into his face, knocking him out, and flipping him over my now brought up knee, until I am behind him, one arm around his chest, my other hand pressing the gun against his temple, facing the men who are staring at me in shock.

Well, what can I say, one second ago I was a 5'2, 120 pound girl shaking and surrounded by a Mafia, next thing you know I have knocked out one of their own and am in possession of a gun. 

I must have made some commotion because 5 seconds later the 6 guys including Marco and Enzo run in, all with guns in their hands and stop when they see me and the Mexicans. 

Antonio has a focused face, while Gio and Angelo have a look of surprise on their faces, Rosco looks  concerned for me, awe he seems sweet, Enzo looks both scared and angry, I know he cares about me. What shocks me is the anger and was it fear I was seeing in Marco's face? Did he care about me?

I push those thoughts away and stare daggers into the dark orbs of Enzo's eyes. I open my mouth, my voice breaking in both fear and anger, and shout, "YOU FORGOT TO TELL ME YOU ARE PART OF A FUCKING MAFIA STRONZO!"