|Unlucky Day 1|
__________ Enjoy __________
| Mia |
You know what’s funny?
When people lose hope in life — when luck never seems to be on their side — they usually start thinking about one thing.
Suicide.
Well… most people do, anyway.
But people like me?
We prefer to survive however we can. To laugh a little. To enjoy life, even when we’re completely broke.
And no, by “enjoy life,” I do not mean becoming a wh— …ahem.
Never mind.
I seriously hate vulgar words. I mean it.
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“Oh my God… seriously?”
I groaned after writing only a few miserable lines into my notebook.
I’d wanted to write something meaningful in this stupid diary for once, but yet again, another failed attempt.
With an annoyed sigh, I tossed the notebook across the room.
Lately, my mind had been all over the place, and distraction never helped my writing.
I pushed myself away from my tiny desk — an old wooden chair and table that looked one bad day away from collapsing entirely.
A sarcastic laugh escaped me as I looked around my painfully average apartment.
Honestly, my apartment matched my salary perfectly.
I wanted to clear my head a little, so I headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
I took off my clothes and turned the faucet.
Nothing.
Of course.
At this point, I should’ve been used to it.
It was always one of two things:
Either the water tank was leaking…
or one of the neighbors had stolen the water again.
And trust me, that happened way too often.
I sighed in frustration.
After giving up on the shower, I walked to my closet, threw on the first clothes I could find, and left the apartment behind.
I wanted to walk around for a bit, but unfortunately, time wasn’t on my side.
My shift was about to start.
So I headed toward one of the most famous luxury restaurants in New York City, where I worked as a waitress.
Want to know how I got the job?
I didn’t find it myself.
It was one of my family’s conditions after I got tired of living with them in London.
Too much control.
Too much suffocating “love.”
The restaurant belonged to one of my father’s old friends, so I never really had much of a choice.
I just wanted to rely on myself for once.
And honestly… I wasn’t exactly an exceptional student anyway.
My real dream was to become a writer.
Naturally, my family hated that idea.
Actually, they hated almost everything I did.
They wanted me to behave like some obedient machine — silent, perfect, and incapable of making decisions for myself.
Thankfully…
I didn’t care.
After finally showering in one of the restaurant bathrooms, I changed into my waitress uniform and started my shift.
Taking orders.
Delivering food.
Running back and forth between tables and the giant kitchen packed with chefs and workers.
Work.
Work.
And more work.
A lot of celebrities came here since it was one of the city’s most expensive restaurants.
Actors, influencers, rich businessmen… local and international celebrities.
Honestly, I barely recognized any of them.
Most rich people loved showing off.
Just like my father.
And I hated that.
I moved between tables nonstop, serving coffee and expensive meals for hours until eventually…
Table Five appeared.
The owner of the bitter black coffee.
A mysterious man with a terrifying presence strong enough to make your stomach twist just by standing near him.
He came here often.
At this point, I’d almost gotten used to his presence.
Almost.
I still remembered the first time I saw him.
_____ | Flashback | _____
“Oh my God, Mom! I already told you I don’t want to!”
Same conversation.
Every single time.
They wanted me to marry some spoiled idiot — the son of one of my father’s friends.
Seriously…
“Mia, sweetheart, he’s a good match for you. You know that.”
My mother tried to sound gentle, but I immediately cut her off.
“No! I don’t know that, and I don’t want to know! I don’t want him!”
I snapped before hanging up.
I was so done with this entire topic.
The day had already been horrible from the beginning anyway.
But honestly?
I was used to problems following me everywhere.
I left the apartment wanting to look for a slightly better place to live.
I’d only called my mother because I needed money.
But somehow, she always managed to drag marriage into every conversation.
I sighed angrily while walking through the streets of New York — or more accurately, stomping through them like the sidewalk had personally offended me.
I walked for nearly thirty minutes without noticing the car that almost hit me.
Was he insane?!
Couldn’t he see where he was driving?!
I immediately started yelling at the driver.
Honestly…
I just needed someone to unleash my frustration on.
Bad timing for him.
“Hey! Are you blind or just stupid?! Get out here and show me your face, you psycho!”
I shouted while kicking the front of the expensive black car.
Yeah, I was being rude.
But I genuinely didn’t care.
No one stepped out of the vehicle, which only annoyed me more.
Then suddenly…
A terrible idea crossed my mind.
I glanced toward the nearby building under construction.
Buckets of white paint sat outside.
And a shiny black luxury car like this?
Perfect target.
A few seconds later…
Oops.
I had redecorated the car beautifully in white paint.
Honestly?
It looked kind of artistic now.
A small crowd started gathering nearby, watching the scene like bored spectators desperate for entertainment.
People were way too nosy.
Then finally, someone stepped out of the passenger seat.
A ridiculously tall man with short curly hair and an annoyingly handsome face.
Seriously.
What was with attractive men lately?
He walked toward me calmly, even though he should’ve been furious after what I did to the car.
But his expression remained cold.
“You’ll regret this.”
His voice was quiet. Calm.
Then he turned around as if nothing had happened.
And honestly…
That scared me a little.
But did the reckless part of me know when to shut up?
Absolutely not.
“Oh really?”
I mocked sarcastically.
He glanced at me coldly before completely ignoring me and getting back into the car.
I wasn’t even sure if the car belonged to him.
Someone else had been sitting in the backseat, but I couldn’t see clearly.
...
I arrived at the restaurant still distracted by my mother and everything that happened earlier.
Then work continued as usual.
Two days passed.
Nothing happened.
Work.
Home.
Home.
Work.
That was my life.
And now here I was again, carrying orders when someone suddenly called my name.
“Mia, come here.”
It was Carlos.
I walked over, and he handed me another tray.
“Take this coffee to Table Five. He’s an important customer, so be careful.”
Then he disappeared back into work.
I grabbed the coffee and headed toward the table, mentally judging whoever willingly drank coffee this bitter.
Definitely not my taste.
As I approached the table…
I suddenly tripped.
I managed to avoid falling, but the coffee spilled directly onto him instead.
I froze.
Internally, I started screaming at myself.
“I-I’m sorry, sir… I didn’t mean to. I got distracted.”
I apologized nervously.
The last thing I needed was a complaint.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze toward him.
And immediately…
Something felt wrong.
A cold, dangerous aura surrounded him completely.
Mysterious.
Intimidating.
I was usually good at reading people just from looking at them.
But wait…
What the hell was this level of attractiveness?
I stared at him for a few seconds.
No seriously.
He was insanely attractive.
Was today some kind of International Beautiful Men Day or something?
That made two ridiculously handsome men in one week.
This is not the time, idiot. You’re literally in trouble.
My brain finally decided to work again.
He stood up.
God, he was tall.
Didn’t his neck hurt from living in another atmosphere?
The coffee had clearly been burning hot, but he didn’t even react.
Not even a frown.
His eyes were completely emotionless.
“And what exactly am I supposed to gain from your apology?”
Only a few words.
Yet somehow, they carried something dark underneath them.
I rolled my eyes unconsciously.
Arrogant.
Cold.
Probably narcissistic too.
Wonderful.
Exactly my favorite type of man.
He can take his apology and shove it—
Wait.
Was I seriously cursing inside my head right now?
Whatever.
Nobody could hear my thoughts anyway.
I quickly walked away from the table, but even then, I could still feel his gaze on my back.
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
_____ | End Flashback | _____
I placed his usual coffee on the table.
I was about to leave when he suddenly stopped me.
“I’ll get my revenge, little one.”
Honestly, during the past few days he hadn’t bothered me at all, so I assumed he was only trying to provoke me.
Was he really still upset over one cup of coffee?
Seriously?
But something about the calm, dangerous tone in his voice made me hesitate.
...Wait.
Did he just call me little one?
Did he think I was a child?
His sharp gaze remained fixed on me, sending another chill through my body.
Maybe I really should be careful around him.
“Oh wow. You really scared me there, mister.”
I replied sarcastically while pretending to tremble in fear.
Internally, I celebrated my tiny victory.
But now?
I probably should’ve been terrified.
The look he gave me afterward was genuinely unsettling.
Or maybe…
promising.
I ignored him as much as possible and walked away.
Thankfully, my shift would end in only two more hours.
Finally.
The rest of the night passed normally.
Orders.
Coffee.
Work.
But my mind kept wandering nonstop.
And my stomach hurt.
I had a bad feeling.
You know that feeling when something terrible is about to happen?
Yeah.
Whenever I got that feeling…
Something bad usually did happen.
My instincts never disappointed me.
Though honestly, I hoped they would this time.
After my shift ended, I stood outside the restaurant waiting for a taxi.
None came.
Which was strange.
This area was usually crowded all night long.
This was New York City.
The city that never sleeps.
So why did tonight feel so… wrong?
I didn’t always take taxis home.
But tonight, I didn’t feel safe.
Didn’t I say this day was cursed?
Looks like I’d be walking home alone tonight.
At this hour too.
I started walking quickly through the narrow streets, my pace increasing little by little.
Honestly…
I was almost certain someone had been following me ever since I left the restaurant.
Now I officially had a reason to panic.
But somehow…
Part of me felt like I was trapped inside a horror movie.
Which was both hilarious and depressing.
Then suddenly, the footsteps behind me became faster.
Oh God.
Help me.
And this time, I actually meant it.
I quickly slipped between two buildings to hide.
I was close to my apartment.
I just needed to get home safely.
If anything happened to me — or if my mother found out —
My life would officially be over.
I refused to go back to London.
...Wait.
Was I seriously more afraid of returning to London than dying right now?
Amazing.
What a tragic ending.
I stayed hidden for nearly five minutes.
Nothing happened.
Maybe I was imagining things.
Stress.
Lack of sleep.
Too much caffeine.
I finally continued walking.
Then suddenly—
A car screeched to a stop beside me.
“Hey there, sweetheart… what’s a pretty girl doing out this late?”
A blond guy leaned out the window.
Lip piercing.
Messy hair.
Obviously drunk or high.
Disgusting.
I ignored him completely.
“Come on, baby… let’s have some fun.”
He winked before stepping out of the car.
Perfect.
Exactly what I needed tonight.
I tried to walk away quickly, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked me against his chest.
Great.
Absolutely perfect.
I turned instantly and punched him in the face with all my strength.
Finally, he let go.
He touched his cheek slowly while glaring at me with murderous eyes.
I immediately ran.
I just wanted to make it safely back to my crappy apartment.
But suddenly—
Two huge men stepped in front of me like walls.
Both dressed in suspicious black suits.
I heard the blond guy behind me laugh quietly.
“She’s mine.”
I almost snapped back that I didn’t belong to anybody—
But before I could—
A sharp sound exploded through the alley.
I shut my eyes instantly.
Oh God.
A gunshot.
Did I just die?!
Slowly, I opened my eyes again.
A body collapsed onto the ground.
Blood everywhere.
The bullet had gone straight through the blond man’s skull.
Holy shit.
I was literally seconds away from peeing myself in fear.
“Oh my God…”
That was all I managed to whisper before darkness swallowed my vision.
I couldn’t feel my body anymore.
Everything went numb.
Please let this be a nightmare.
I had never seen someone die in front of me before.
I couldn’t even breathe properly.
My legs gave out beneath me.
And everything faded into darkness.
When I slowly opened my eyes again, pain exploded through my head.
Darkness greeted me once more.
Was it still nighttime?
I carefully moved, trying to understand where I was.
Then realization hit me.
I’d been kidnapped.
By the same two human walls.
I frowned.
Why was I here?
The place looked like some underground prison.
The only light came from outside the room, faint and weak.
“Damn it.”
I muttered automatically.
Honestly, staying quiet for too long physically hurt me.
Then I heard noise outside.
Carefully, I approached the door.
And suddenly—
A horrifying scream echoed through the place.
I froze.
Were they torturing someone?
Oh God…
A wave of fear spread through my body as I imagined myself being next.
I didn’t want to die here.
I was still young.
I hadn’t even lived my life yet.
Slowly, I sat down on the metal bed in silence.
I was almost certain that mysterious man had something to do with all of this.
His threat had been painfully clear.
Was he in the mafia?
But honestly…
He didn’t look like how I imagined mafia men.
I mean—
He was handsome.
Ridiculously attractive.
Probably somewhere in his thirties.
And obviously rich.
Maybe he was some famous businessman?
That’s what I thought the first time I saw him.
Or maybe…
The son of a mafia boss?
God.
Where was my mother when I actually needed her?
For a moment, my thoughts drifted toward mafia movies and crime shows.
Didn’t mafia people usually live in abandoned warehouses?
At least that’s what movies taught me.
Not that I had any actual experience with criminals.
Why the hell was my imagination running wild while I was literally kidnapped?
I finally forced myself to calm down.
I needed to survive this disaster.
Or at least fight until my last breath.
And if I died…
Then I’d die resisting.
That would be my rule here.
Fight until the very end.
Because trouble was clearly obsessed with me.
| Genres | Comedy • Romance • Dark Romance • Action
