Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Mafia ❯ Volume Fifteen, Chapter Fifty-Seven: Dinner for Two ( Chapter 57 )

Christmas will be here in a few days. Christmas was for lovers in Japan. Boris learned this really quick. He had plans to fix the current “situation.” It was going to take work. And make it work he shall.

It started with the planning. Boris decided to keep things simple. A nice dinner to be exact. He booked a dinner for two at the nicest restaurant in Tokyo. Boris checked the schedule. Christmas Eve, six in the evening, table for two, overlooking the view of the city. The right hand smiled to himself. Perfect.

Now to just let it play out.

Boris picked up his phone.

“Ah, yes,” he said. “I have everything set.”

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6:00 p.m.

Mikhael sat at the table in a nice suit. This felt awkward. He gave Boris an odd look earlier.

“What now?” he asked. Boris had a calm look on his face.

“Take your wife out to dinner tonight,” he said. Mikhael blinked.

“Why?” he asked.

“Listen,” Boris said. “You aren't a team. You need to be closer.” The boy blinked at him.

“Huh?” he asked. The Russian man was serious. Arguing with him was useless. Mikhael threw up his hands.

“Fine,” he said. What else was he going to say?

Mikhael began scrolling on his phone. The last time he was on a date with her, they had three thugs with them. Now, they would be alone. Oh boy…

“Sorry I'm late,” someone said. Mikhael lifted his head. His jaw dropped. Valentina, man… Whew! That long red dress hugged her curves. Her long blonde hair was curved like a glam star. The small diamond earrings added to her round face.

“What?” she asked. Her husband couldn't speak at first. The mob boss blushed.

“Wow!” was all Mikhael could say.

“Shut up!” Valentina snapped. She cleared her throat and sat down. They didn't speak at first. He couldn't figure out what to say. Just like on their first date. He pressed his lips together. Valentina cleared her throat.

“Why are we here?” she asked. The boy turned his head. Valentina kept her eyes down. Mikhael shrugged.

“I don't know,” he admitted. She frowned and took a sip of wine. They took a hint from Boris to come here. They saw what he was trying to pull. Well played, old man. Well played.

“You look beautiful,” Mikhael mumbled.

“What?” Valentina asked. Her husband coughed.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said a little bit louder. His cheeks turned red. He felt himself cringing.

“Shut up,” Valentina mumbled. She downed another glass. Was this how dinner going to be? They hoped not. How long was this going to take?

“Thank you,” Valentina muttered.

“Hm?” Mikhael asked. She looked away.

“For the compliment,” the mob said.

“Oh,” her husband said. She wasn't being a bitch to him at least. That first date was a nightmare. This… This was just uncomfortable. A waiter coming by their table was their only saving grace.

Dinner for Two