Wrong Place, Wrong Time - A Mob! Shawn Mendes Series
I recommend reading PULSE first, its the prequel to this.
Part 2
PLOT: When a ordinary waitress (Y/N) (Y/N) witnesses a murder after working late at the diner one night, the last this she expects is to catch the eye of Shawn Mendes, a known gangster.
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“Now you make sure you get home safe, ya hear?” (Y/N) turned to smile at Deloris, the older waitress she worked with who treated (Y/N) like a daughter. “I will, I’ll text you when I’m home.” Deloris nodded pulling her think black coat on over the baby pink waitress uniform. “Have a good night with Jerome.” (Y/N) grinned knowing it was date night for the married couple of twenty years. With a cheeky wink Deloris walked out the front door, throwing a wave to (Y/N) as she locked the doors and shut the blinds.
Feeling energy left over from the rush of a Friday evening in the diner (Y/N) walked over to where the aux cord was connecting her phone hitting shuffle on her music.
Filling up the mop bucket she sang and danced along to the music as she cleaned, taking advantage of the wet floor as she slid along, a giggle escaping her as she almost slipped.
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Putting away the mop and turning the lights off, she made her way into the kitchen she stopped and glared at the large garbage bag sitting by the door groaning. “Damn it Greg!” She huffed slipping on a pair of rubber gloves, as DNNC - Still Good busted through the headphones she just tucked into her ears. “Swear I’m gonna beat that boys ass some day.” She groaned nudging open the back door, heaving the heavy bag out into the ally behind the diner.
“We just started talking and taking to into fighting-“ she sang softly throwing the bag into the large bin outside. “We’re still gooood together-“ her eyes widened as she turned and found four men frozen mid fight staring at her. She slowly stepped back only to bump into a chest. Looking up at a ginger who was holding her arms by her sides she gulped and closed her eyes.
A scream left her lips as she watched the curly hair man shoot the two men in front of him as another guy stood wiping blood from his lip. The sudden adrenaline flooded her veins. Throwing her upper body forward she then threw it back, the back of her head colliding with the mans nose. “Oh fuck!” He yelled his grip loosening enough for (Y/N) to pull her arms free.
Without looking back she ran, her white Fila trainers beating against the concrete as she ran. Her lungs burned and tears stung the sides of her eyes but the adrenaline kept pushing her and soon she found herself sitting on the couch of her apartment with her hands tucked between her legs and her eyes staring unfocused at the blank TV.
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It was like she was on Auto Pilot. She woke up with a pounding headache, showered, had breakfast and was off to work without a second thought.
Breezing through the morning, the usual people came in for breakfast before work then went on with their day.
Deloris stared at (Y/N) as she cleaned the same table for the third time before she smacked the piece of gum in her mouth, sticking the pencil she had he doodling with into her Afro.
“(Y/N)? Baby you okay?” She muttered as she put her hand on (Y/N)’s arm. Jumping as the girl whipped around with wide eyes.
“Honey what happened after I left you yesterday?” She asked ushering (Y/N) to sit down.
“I- He- They-“ she shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “There was a fight- a gang? I don’t know but I- I’m a witness to something.” She paused looking at Deloris with pleading eyes.
Deloris looked over her shoulder, the diner now empty beside one older couple at the far side. “Okay, okay now listen to me.” Deloris took hold of (Y/N)’s hands. “Did they see you leaving here?” She bowed her head as (Y/N) nodded. “Okay they’re going to come here. They’ll probably wait to get you alone. You act clueless. You didn’t see shit y’hear?” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she nodded. The bell of the door breaking them apart as a family walked in. “Now get out of your head baby, if you clean this table once more it might fall through.” A giggle left her lips making (Y/N) laugh along standing. Auto Pilot taking control again.
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It was later in the evening during the dinner rush that (Y/N) felt eyes on her. She had clocked the curly haired man out of the corner of her eye as she set down a families order before walking away with a smile, straight past him with her head held up confidently into the back kitchen as if to her a order.
Once the swinging doors shut her knees turned to jelly as she grasped the counter. Deloris looked up from the freezer she was digging through to find (Y/N) as white as their aprons. “Which one is it?” Was all Deloris said her eyes peeking out the hole in the wall they used to pass food out from the kitchen. “Curly hair, white suit.” Deloris nodded pulling the pencil from her hair and note pad out “find the strawberry ice cream will you?” She asked before disappearing out the doors.
With the ice cream in hand (Y/N) walked out the doors and stayed behind the counter making a strawberry milkshake, looking in the reflection of a cup above her to see Deloris taking his order and walking back. She tore the order off hanging it on the clip with the rest of them while standing next to (Y/N). “Big order, he’s gonna be here a while.” Chewing on her lip (Y/N) cursed softly before walking to the table next to his dropping off the milk shake. “Enjoy honey.” She smiled at the kid who ordered it before walking away.
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“Just leave!” (Y/N) whispered to herself cleaning down the counter as the man sat with one arm over the back of the booth, the other playing with sugar packets on the table.
Deloris blew out her cheeks as she passed her with a large tray of dishes, walking into the back of the kitchen.
(Y/N) continued to clean, humming along to the juke box as she walked to the other end of the diner drifting off into thought, almost screaming when she turned to come face to face with the man.
“Jesus Christ! Can I help you?” She asked with more attitude than intended her hand squeezing the rag she was holding. “I don’t know maybe you can.” He grinned at her. “Do we know each other?” He questioned, eyes staring into hers waiting for some kind of reacting. Keeping her face cool (Y/N) pulled a confused face. “Sorry I can’t say we do?” Shawn tilted his head. “I swear I’ve seen you somewhere....recently.” She felt his breath brushing over her forehead with how close he had got, the sudden feeling of having her personal space invaded made her push a hand to his chest pushing him back.
“Look pal, I don’t know you. You don’t know me. End of.” She glared up into his eyes. Raising an eyebrow Shawn put his hands up with a grin. “My bad sweetheart, now that I think of it I’m sure I’d remember someone as beautiful as you.” Unable to stop it a scoff leaves (Y/N)’s lips as she props a hand on her hip. “It’s almost closing time, order something or leave.” She sassed before walking around him, making her way onto the back kitchen, dropping like bricks to the floor as the doors closed, the ringing of the bell at the door signalling he left.
Deloris dropped to the floor next to her, her eyes searching for any injuries. “Where did the sass come from?” She couldn’t help but giggle. “Hear that huh?” (Y/N) said with a small laugh as she lay flat on the ground feeling her heart pounding in her chest.
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Shawn climbed into the back of Brian’s car with a smirk still on his face. “So?” Connor asked. Shawn leaned back in his seat nodding his head. “It’s her but I don’t think it’ll be an issue-“ he paused as he watched her dance through the window of the diner, the other waitress dancing with her holding a ketchup bottle as a microphone. “-I think I’ll come back tomorrow, just to be sure.”
Brian turned in his seat to face Shawn, his two back eyes and bandaged nose almost making Shawn burst with laughter. “You sure this isn’t about you wanting something else?” He let out a yelp and Shawn tapped his nose. “Just drive.” He grunted looking back into the diner seeing her laughing and was unable to stop a smile spreading onto his own face.
