#Chapter 13: Heart Want What It Wants

I glanced at Mary’s avoid gaze as she absentmindedly rubs her forearms. Concerned by the bruises on her arm and torso, I pulled her into the corner of the room out of the ear shot of anyone else.. "Mary, what happened? Did the mafia do this to you?" Mary shook her head, a sad smile tugging at her lips. "No, no.” She looks around, panic dancing in her eyes. “Elise I need this job. I promise I didn’t say a word.” I step back, confusion invading my face. “Mary I would never.” “I just thought, you know, because of your connections.” She whispers almost too low for me to hear, and I almost just fresh out of my skin at the insinuation. “No.” My voice comes out sharper than I intended and she flinches. I whisper softer, “Is this because of that mafia member yesterday.” She shakes her head lightly, her strawberry blonde hair falling in her face as she stares at her chipped pink nail polish, “No these bruises don’t have anything to do with that mafia member from the previous day."