I was on my way to work the next day, when Mr Capra Sr. called me.

After a good and deep sleep, I had gotten over the shake up of last night.

"Good morning," I answered the call on a crappy flip-phone, the only phone I could get quickly after mine broke last night, "how are you?"

"Are you alright? I told him to stop the whole meeting from going down," I could just about imagine him shaking his head with a displeased expression, "terrible what happened, Ben called me last night and told me."

"Ben?"

"My son," he seemed to relax with a laugh, "I must've told you this before?"

"Maybe, I don't know," I replied, not having even thought of what his first name was, "sorry, my mind's a mess. I'm resigning today.."

I heard him shifting on the other end, as if sitting up abruptly, "what?"

"Without you as Don, I don't feel comfortable or safe doing what I do. Last night with Mr Horan was a nightmare, a lot of things resurfaced and I didn't like it at all," I told a patiently listening Mr Capra.

I reached the front doors of the building the mafia's offices were at.

Before heading through the security procedures, I stopped to finish this conversation inside.

"You shouldn't have met with Mr Horan. I've set Ben straight about this, about things I did to make sure everything was safe for you," he assured me, "it'll take time for him to get settled in, but I'm sure once he does..."

"I'm already late, I really should go," I sighed regretfully, not wanting to bother the man further about this. I knew he didn't want me to resign, but I don't think there was any other way.

I had spent this morning looking at all the invites I had for interviews from places I'd sent my résumé to.

Mr Capra sighed and I imagined him nodding to himself, "alright. Just... he's really not as bad as he seems. I haven't known how to be a father for him ever, it's just..."

My brows furrowed at his vulnerable words. It was clearly uncomfortable for him to say these things to me, but it only showed how much he didn't want me to resign. I felt terrible, because I had already made my decision.

When it seemed like he wouldn't or couldn't continue further, I replied.

My voice was soft, not matching the bubbling of people around me in the lobby of the building.

"I really need to go now."

He knew I was still going to resign, just from the sound of my voice, and sighed.

"Come see me in the afternoon, okay?"

"Okay."

We ended the call, and with a heavy weight now having settled on my heart, I took the elevator up to the highest floor where the Don's office was.

I headed straight to find Mr Capra Jr. and didn't so much bother with chatting with the people I worked with.

I felt like a flurry heading towards his office. Before the Don's secretary, Marge, could have stopped me, I pushed the door open.

He wasn't in his office.

My brows furrowed and I ended up standing there for a moment, taking things in. What was I really doing? What was I going to say?

"He's gone out," Marge called, typing away on the computer on her white desk, decorated with a simple indoor pot of flowers.

"What? Why?" Just as I was turning back to go talk to her further, my face pressed into someone's hard chest.

I made an awkward sound in my throat and stumbled back, rubbing my nose and looking at who I'd just slammed into.

Of course it was him.

"Good morning, Sofia," he gave me a simple nod and walked past me to his grand desk. He sat down on the leather chair and motioned for me to close the door and come in.

I felt like an absolute mess right now.

"I thought you'd take the day off today," he spoke once I'd sat down on the expensive leather couch opposite his desk.

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed to gather myself, "I didn't need the day off. I actually—"

He crossed his fingers with his elbows resting on the armrests of the chair, brows raising a little at me. He was wearing another simple and dark suit, the two top buttons of the well-fitted white dress shirt left open.

"Didn't you get the message? I had Marge text you not to come to work today."

"I did get the message, I just didn't need the day off," I assured him, really wanting to get over what I came here to do initially.

Mr Capra didn't seem pleased, but shrugged after a moment of studying me. A part of me craved to know what went on in his mind.

"Here's your new phone," he pushed forward a white smartphone box on the desk, indicating for me to take it.

I suddenly felt warm under his dark gaze. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, yet tried my best to ignore it.

"Oh, thank you..." I accepted it awkwardly, "look, I'm just going to get straight to the point..."

He stayed quiet, studying me as I struggled to just spit it out.

"Come to dinner with me tonight," he spoke before I had a chance to.

My brows furrowed and I stopped my hesitating to stare at him. He looked calm, the ghost of a smile tugging up the sides of his lips in amusement at my confused state.

"What?" I managed out, "Mr Capra, I—"

"Ben," he seemed so casual now, completely different to the last and first time I'd talked to him in his office, wanting me to call him by his first name.

"I'm here to resign."

His brows furrowed now, yet his intense eyes didn't leave mine. Again, I couldn't look away, so confused by this man. I began to feel fidgety after a moment of silence.

"Is it because of last night?" He asked, but left no room for me to answer, "I had a talk with my father about it and you, I really hadn't expected it could've gone the way it did. For that, I'm sorry."

"I'm not resigning because of last night," I cleared my throat and shook my head, not wanting to go too in depth of my reasonings.

"Why, then?"

I really couldn't look away from him and his intense and dark eyes. He was beautiful, truly.

I didn't reply, I couldn't. He sighed after sensing it.

"Have you found a new job?" He then asked, leaning his arms on his desk to be a little closer to me.

"I've sent out my résumé. I have interviews coming up this week," I suddenly felt so bad telling him this. I knew my importance in the mafia, and I guess he was beginning to realise it too, after whatever they had talked about with Mr Capra Sr.

He looked away and my eyes fixated on his jawline, covered with light stubble. His brows were furrowed and his shoulders tensed.

"Mr Capra, I—"

"You'll work here until you've found a new job," he cut me off and met my eyes again, composing himself, "would that work?"

I thought it over for a moment. It would be financially more smart to continue working here until I'd get a new job, that was true. My only hesitation came when wondering if I could continue here for a day longer with the way he'd treated me.

"I won't send you off to do anything that would be too much. Last night was a mistake on my part," he didn't seem to smile much, but tried to give me a small one after having sensed my slight distress.

And finally, he hit me with the pièce de résistance.

"It would give my father peace of mind to know you're not without a job."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, "okay."

Mr Capra's brows raised, almost as if he hadn't expected me to even consider it, "you'll stay?"

"Just until I've found a new job," I nodded, feeling rather weird as I continuously found him more and more attractive.

"Good, alright," his small smile widened, "how would you feel about dinner with me tonight, then?"

A part of me surprised me completely by finding the idea an interesting one. The same part of me was curious to get to know him, and the kind of person he was like. He had been kind to me last night, which had taken me aback and made him seem less smug and frightening.

I was worried about my sudden interest in this man, but assured myself it was only because of confusion and the hectic situations of the last few weeks.

"Casual, no business," he continued after I had remained as quiet as a mouse.

"I don't think that's appropriate, Mr Capra..." I shook my head gently, not wanting to offend him in any way, since it would only lead to him being rude to me again, "I have a boyfriend."

"You do?" His brows furrowed and smile faded, "does my father know?"

"What? Why would that matter?" I let out a small and confused laugh, not connecting the pieces, "he does know."

"He didn't tell me."

"Why would he have told you?" I tilted my head slightly at him, finding myself now to enjoy the way he was watching me even when I was confused by the subject of this conversation.

He shrugged dismissively, "forget it."

It was quiet again for a moment, yet this time it was sort of comfortable. We were both studying the other, and I honestly felt like even if I could move or snap out of this sudden daze, I didn't want to. What the hell was going on?

Tony popped into my mind, and I frowned at myself. I shook my sudden curiosity towards Mr Capra away, and shifted in my seat.

"I should be going, I've got an interview soon..." I blushed. I don't remember the last time I had even blushed.

"Where?" He asked casually, and I told him.