Collision With The Mafia King

Chapter 1

A/N:
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Anyways into the story.

*Recap*                         
We get out and enter the house, through the garage door.

𓆉︎❤︎𓆉︎❤︎𓆉︎❤︎𓆉︎❤︎

I feel like I'm on a cloud and  floating. I move my body in a different direction.

Omg am I d-dead?

WAIT?! No I can't be dead I mean the car didn't hit me.

I move again and feel around me it feel so soft.
It feels just like that thing we sleep on what's it called again?

A bed.

WAIT?!???
My bed doesn't make me feel like I'm on floating clouds.

What The Heck!
My eyes shoot right open and i  sit up.

The room is dark since the light is off  but I can see the things in the room.

There's a coffee table, a sofa at the left corner of the house,  a dressing table at the right corner of the bedroom with an antique telephone on it.

Then there are two doors.
One is beside the dressing table so I think that's the bathroom door and the other is facing the bed and has light seeping through it so I think it's the bedroom door.

I look on the bed I'm covered with a real comforter which has tiny little rhinestones on it.

I have to get out of here I thought but first.
*Starts to jump on the bed but remembers mission and starts to get down*

As I start to get down one of my legs get caught in the comforter and I fall with a thud pulling the comforter down with me.

"Ouchie." I whine as I'm starting to get up my left leg starts to hurt and I fall down.

'Oh well, I guess I've broken my leg' I thought.

I try to get up, this time I do it slowly and try to walk.
So now I'm literally limping out the door, at least I could limp very well or else by now I'd be crawling down if I didn't have practice .

Nope I am not gonna think about that spawn of a devil.

As I'm limping and I get to the corridor I see it's really big like it looks so big and there's another stair case. I walk over to the railings and look up there's two more staircases.

"So this had got to be,*starts counting the stair cases*, the second floor." I said to myself.

I slowly carefully start walking down the stairs. I've always had this fear of stairs. It's just so scary, you either lose your footing, slip and tumble down or fall over the railings and none of those I want to do.

When I get down. I look around, whoever lives here must be asleep or something.

I carefully limp. I walk into this amazing beautiful corridor with beautiful tapestry rugs on the floor and chandeliers and bright lights.

One thing I've observed is that there seem to be a lot of lights in this house literally at every single corner, I think I've passed by literally three table lamps.

Not that I'm complaining or anything.

*Time lapse*

I walk or limp for a while, then I hear a wheezing sound which startles me. My heart starts pounding like crazy. I try to steady my breaths.

Now that I'm much more calm. I pay attention to the wheezing sound. It sounds like , it's um , a kettle? Yes a kettle.

If it's a kettle that means that there has to be a kitchen somewhere, right?

I walk closer and as I assumed there's a kitchen. The door is already open so I limp inside.

The main light is on same for the other lights but they are on dim.

There's a tall, figure.
A man to be precise.
He's shirtless but is in black joggers.

His black hair is shoulder length, he has little tatto writings on the left side of his back.
The mystery man looks like a really good, no
                 a fine looking dude.

His muscles are moving as he holds the kettle in his left  left hand as he pouts the hot water and stirs the tea with tea spoon in the teacup.

How did I know it was tea your wondering?

There's literally a box of tea beside him.

The type of tea?

I don't know cause I'm far from him.

I was so lost in my thoughts. Then I felt it. A cramp. In my good leg.

"Oh shitzins!" I said and I fell down as I was falling I tried to prevent myself from falling but that resulted in the kitchen stool falling with me.

I hear a click of a very familiar thing. It was a gun.

"Put your hands up where I can see them." He said in his hot beautiful accent.

I put my hands up above my head and looked between my black curls which were blocking my view, so I blew on them and they kinda moved so I looked between them and saw those familiar emerald green eyes.

"I'm so dead." I thought.

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𝖮𝗆𝗀 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅!!!!
𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗐'𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉?
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾!
𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗒 (𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋)!!!

𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇, __Emily__Emily_Smith_123Smith_123 , who en𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾.

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 25 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌.

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𝘝𝘰𝘵𝘦,

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ᴀɴᴅ

Տᕼᗩᖇᗴ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 , 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾.

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𝖡𝗒𝖾,𝖻𝗒𝖾!!

☺︎︎ 𝖷𝗑,
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