Mafia's Angel

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And then I stabbed him in his heart.

....

5 years later,

" Mom, what's going on? I am trying to sleep here" I shouted so she can hear me and shut down the fucking sounds.

Trust me night shift always ends with a terrible sleeping schedule and a murderous headache.

The yelling hasn't stopped yet. God, I can't believe this.

I threw away my blankets and walked down to check what tsunami was wrecking in my house.

" Get the hell out of my house, we don't want any connection with you," Mom is shouting at someone which isn't a new thing.

"Can a girl have a normal weekend, probably not" I muttered to myself.

"Mom, what's the problem?" I asked her. I come downstairs just to see I guess a guest unwanted one.

His back is facing me but I can tell this man is well-built. One punch from him and I would be dead meat.

What the hell am I thinking in the morning? These night shifts are messing with my head.

I divert my attention to Mom but my eyes are still glued to him. Why do I feel like never mind I couldn't put a finger on what I feel right now?

" Mom, who is he? " I looked at mom.
" hell mom, what's wrong why are you looking so messed up?" I asked while running towards her. Ignoring this unfamiliar man here.

I hold her face in both of my hands.

"Mom, what" I started but

" Ciao, Tesoro. Long time no see"

My whole world crashed at that moment. I know this voice. My whole body felt numb. My soul left my body. Shivers run down my body.

It's just my hallucination, right? He can't be here. It's impossible he can't be here.

I stared into my mom's eyes to confirm it was all fake but the horror in her eyes was telling another story.

"no Mom he isn't here, right " I hold her like my life is dependent on her.

" What, you don't even remember me now, Tesoro," he said.

7 years it's already been 7 fucking years.

A traitorous tear dropped from my eye.

I couldn't stop myself from looking at him. I turned towards that uninvited guest.

He still looks the same. No not the same, much more mature and more built version of him in the past.

Those ocean eyes capable of drowning the whole of me in it, that jawline sharp enough to cut all your common sense and make you fantasize.

Their hair was neatly settled by gel but a few strands of his hair lightly fell on his face. His hoodie is replaced by a suit.

This man still looks like some damn Greek god.

Sometimes I still wonder how such a beautiful dream became the scariest nightmare of mine.

"Photo will last longer, Tesoro, take one if you want" he shamelessly said.

Finally, reality hit me back with rocks.

" You aren't supposed to be alive, how ?" I am not even believing my own eyes.

"That's quite a rude question to ask, don't you think so" he replied and sat on the couch.

"Haven't you done enough damage to us Liam, what else do you want to destroy next" Mom shouted behind me.

I don't have any words left imy n vocabulary to figure out this situation.

" Your daughter, Mrs. Smith," he said mischievously with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

This man is crazy for sure. He is sitting in my house and he wants to destroy me. In your dreams, Mr....

Mom is pissed so am I.

"You better get your ass out of my house, Liam" Mom told him.

" Isn't it better to hear my offer first, Mrs. Smith " he got up from the couch and walked up to me.

" We don't want to hear anything at all, just get the hell out of here " I couldn't contain my emotions anymore.

"Sshh, tenor "he put his fingers on my lips and whispered in my ears
"all you need to do now is to listen to me"

Shivers run down my entire body due to his proximity.

He moved back and looked straight into my eyes.

" I want to destroy, oops my bad, I mean to marry your daughter, Mrs. Smith" he announced with a sly smile.

" And you know me I get what I want" he added.