The Ruthless Mafia King's Posession|18+|

9. Bloody hell

★JANIE★

Wiping off the tears from every corner of my eyes with the back of my hands, I expelled a sharp air out of my lungs.

Breathe, Janie! Exhale! In out, in, out, I schooled myself.

I knew with time everything was going to get better. I just had to make sure I calmly strategize my plan and figure my way around here. Then I can make a move. But all this wouldn't be possible if I don't eat, would it?

Reluctantly, I dropped the knife on the floor and stared blankly at it. I could not believe I had set up my mind on killing myself a few moments ago. I still had a lot of life in front of me; I haven't attended college, and I have not gotten married. And to say the least, I haven't gotten someone to pop my cherry yet. So where the hell was I hurrying to?

No, Janie. You can do this. Luciano is no match for you, just avoid him like a plaque until you can get the hell out of here, I thought to myself.

Then I shuffled to my feet, switched on the faucet, and washed off my teary face. When I was done, I switched off the faucet and towel-dry my face before walking out of my room.

I trudged down the flight of stairs, dreading the thought of facing the mafia king. All of a sudden, I caught a whiff of a sumptuous aroma spewing from the kitchen. Was the mafia king cooking himself? I thought. Then I shrugged off that weird thinking away from my head. I could not picture the mafia king in an apron, slicing onions, rather it'd be people's throats.

By the time I got to the kitchen, I met a weird face there. She was a middle-aged woman, rotund in shape but pretty. Silently, I stood by the door frame, observing her. Could she be the mafia king's mother?

As soon as she noticed another presence, she turned toward my direction and beamed a smile at me. “Hi, you are Janie right?”

I bit my lower lip, refraining from uttering a word. If there was something these past few days have taught me— that was not trusting anyone; especially the people closest to you.

She cast me a cursory glance and walked over to me. “Hi, Janie. Is something the problem?”

I reluctantly shook my head. My eyes not leaving hers for once.

“Oh, sorry...I forgot to introduce myself. I am Andrea, Andrea Giacomo...master Luciano brought me here to take care of you. My son works for him.” she said and I simply nod.

“Why don't you say something, Janie?” She arched a brow. “I could at least get to know you and create a good dynamic between us.”

I cleared my throat. “I am not interested in creating a good dynamic with anyone.”

Almost at once, Mrs. Andrea's face froze. She stared at me as though I have got a mole on my face. “I see you have been through some shitty stuff, what? Boyfriend issues? Family issues? School issues?”

I didn't attempt to respond. Instead, I walked past her to the refrigerator and opened it. My pupils dilated in shock when I noticed my favorite yogurt. A part of me began to wonder how the mafia king got the idea of my drink. Perhaps, my dad must have tipped him on that, I thought to myself and shrugged.

Opening the lid, I gulped down half of the content in one drink. Ignoring the sideway glances Mrs. Andrea spared me as she stir her stew.

Mrs. Andrea served me a plate of chicken curry sauce and rice on the dining table, then she beckoned on me to come and eat. Eyeing the food hungrily, I swallowed hard but I shook my head in denial. “I am not hungry.”

If she took that as a cue to walk off, I didn't know. Instead, she walked up to me and enveloped me in a deep warm embrace.

My heart skipped a beat.