The Mafia's Daughter

Chapter 1

Karma Kido POV.

I stood there, looking at him with a stern, emotionless look.

"Are we done here?" I said coldly. "I need to study."

He scoffed as if in disbelief as he turned his head towards the windows.
"Yeh, Yeh, we're done. You can go," his voice was roped with rage but I ignored it and got up, fixing the strap of my hand bag and dusting the crumbs from my brunch off my skirt.

I walked away from him, my black ankle strapped stilletos clacking against the tiles of the cafe we were in. When I opened the café door, a jingle sounded from the bell above my head seeming to make the news I'd just heard settle in my mind.

As I walked towards my car, I could feel my throat become dry and my heart ache as the tears ran down my face, but my steps didn't slow or stagger, I continued to walk sternly till I reached the car where Ryan, my driver, stood.

He opened the back seat door for me and gave me a slight bow as he said, "M'lady".

"Thank you Ryan," I glanced over at him as I stepped into the car.
As soon as he closed the door, I began to bawl, not being able to stop the tears from flooding down my face.

How could he break up with me? After everything I've done for him....

I sniffled.

After everything we'd been through together.

I raised my trembling hands to my face, trying to silent my instinctual screams of pain.

Would you stop whining! You're crying as if someone just died!

I tried to tell myself that but it only made me cry even more.

The fact that he wasn't gone because of consequences but because he didn't want me in his life any longer, because he found me uncomfortable, annoying and odd...
It made my heart ache.

I removed my left hand from my mouth and began to hit it hard against my chest trying to stop the pain that spread from deep down my heart.

Two Weeks Later

I pulled my pillow closer to me as I swiped through the pictures we'd taken together.

I sighed at the picture of us in the rain, it was the day before he went to do his military service in Japan. Right after he cut his hair.

The next image was of our four year anniversary, he was in his long hair phase where he always did ridiculous hairstyles and didn't allow anyone to  touch his hair.

A sad smile made it's way to my face.

I missed his sweet touch, his musky ginger scent, his always minty breathe and his love filled dark brown eyes.

As I was about to move onto the next picture, my phone was snatched out of my hands.

"Would you stop moping in your bed room like a sad sack and get outta those smelly blankets of yours," my best friends' high pitched voice made me cringe.

I slowly lifted my head up to look at So-Young standing above me in her military green tight fitted dress with puffed off shoulder long sleeves.

She'd been trying to make me get over my break up ever since she found out.
Every day she would come to my room and blabber all day long about how I shouldn't be stuck in bed because of some d*ck head, and, at first, I was grateful she cared so much but at this point in life, it is plain out annoying.

"Give me my phone back," I extended my left arm towards her.

She rolled her eyes and said "if you really want it, come get it," she walked away, her high heeled slippers echoing against the wooden tiles.

I sighed and got out of my warm blankets, slipped on the slippers he'd bought for me and followed So-Young.

She walked a couple of feet before she suddenly stopped in front of my bathroom door.

"Now," she clasped her hands together. "You an I are going to a club tonight ." She grinned.

"What?"
"You heard me, you and I are going to a club tonight and we're gonna have the best night of our lives," she said doing a small dance towards the end of her sentence.

"So-young, if this is one if your other silly attempts of making me feel better than give up, it is going to be useless," I gave her a small smile and reached out for my phone but she quickly moved her hand.

"I swear it's not, it's just a party to celebrate my birthday and since you obviously didn't buy me a gift, I thought you coming to the party would be my gift." Her words sounded cincere, mischievous, but cincere.

F*ck! I forgot it was her birthday today....

"And maybe you could find someone you like there," she mumbled under her breath.

"what was that?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Nothing."

"mmh," I hummed and walked into the bathroom. "I'll be done in a few."

Whats the worst that could happen?..

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