Previously known as ' Always & Forever '
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"Why is it that everyone perceives you as a myth?" he inquired, curiosity lacing his voice.
She responded, her tone laced with a hint of amusement, "It is because they are gripped by suc...
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" Burgundy isn't your colour , wear this "
Every fiber of my being quivered as I whirled around, hand instinctively reaching for the gun at my waistband. My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a runaway train. Eyes wide with a mix of surprise and apprehension, I locked gazes with the unexpected visitor standing in my room. It was Kali. She was draped in a black dress, her presence oozing mystery and elegance. Her trademark mask concealed her face, leaving only her piercing violet eyes exposed, glinting with amusement. Unfazed by my reaction, she seemed accustomed to dealing with people on edge around her.
"What the fuck are you doing here, and how did you even get in?" I hissed through gritted teeth, the deadly edge in my voice meant to stay hidden from the guards stationed outside my room. But Kali simply shrugged, a hint of wickedness dancing in her actions, before tossing a navy blue shirt my way.
"What's the problem with me being here, American Don?" she replied, her tone laced with nonchalance.
"The problem, Kali, is that you're the most dangerous mafia leader and the underworld's number one assassin," I growled, still struggling to keep my voice low. "You can't just break into my room."
Kali chuckled, her amusement palpable. She sauntered closer, an enigmatic aura surrounding her every step. "I didn't break anything, Killiam," she stated matter-of-factly. "And your guards are far too easy to deceive."
Annoyance simmered within me, realizing the truth of her words. Despite my guards' training, Kali operated on a whole different level. She could infiltrate any place undetected, and she had done so countless times before.
"I couldn't let you wear that hideous burgundy suit," she remarked, a touch of disgust lacing her voice. I examined the shirt she had thrown at me, realizing it was a fine navy blue that matched my black suit perfectly. "Thanks, I guess?" I muttered, still taken aback by her sudden appearance and intervention.
"No need," she waved off my gratitude with a flick of her hand. "You're my ally now, so we need to work on your appearance. I definitely can't let you wear that to the funeral."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her comment. "Work on my appearance? What's wrong with it?" Irritation tinged my voice as I felt a twinge of self-consciousness. I had always been confident in my appearance, but Kali seemed to think otherwise.
"Well, for starters, that suit you were going to wear was atrocious," she bluntly replied, shaking her head in disappointment. "And your hair could use some styling."
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling a defensive glare building within me. "I like it messy," I retorted, not willing to relinquish control over my personal style.
Kali chuckled halfheartedly, her amusement ringing through the room. "It's not about what you like, Killiam. It's about what looks good. And trust me, I know what looks good."
