Love Isn't Real- A mafia romance<3

XI 》 E S C A P E (2)

While im doing a drug deal with the Russians, I get a call from a very panicked Lorenzo - this immediately gets my attention at his call.

Lorenzo guards my wifes room.

"Boss! Boss! She- Shes fucking lit the house on fire, and she is running away! Oh shit! Come quick! Someone will shoot her!" His voice is full of worry and fear, he knows that if he didn't get the words out quickly I would have killed him in a motion.

Because thats what I am.

A heartless fucking killer.

Inflicting pain gives me happiness. It soothes me to see someone suffering because of what I have done. It's nice.

"Aleksei, what can I say. You have impressed me again with your coke and weed. I'll send the million soon, I got to go, my wife is in trouble."

"Ahh, dont keep her waiting, young one! A damsel in distress! Goodbye for now."

I nod in return to him before rushing out the door.

"5 of you go to the impound, and the other five come with me." I instruct, shes a crazy bitch.

I havent a clue what it is this time.

When im entering the house, Im met with chaos. My men are desperately trying to put the fire out with paper towels, and she is gone. She darts across the garden, a guard following her.

I pour some water on the fire, muttering curses at my incompetent men who can't even put out a single fucking fire.

I walk to the door outside, to see no one other than my Elizabeth holding a knife to a man's neck, I can't help but stand there like a proud soccer mom after her son scoring in a match. She stands there, holding the fearful man with a knife so sharp it was probably cutting her now the way she was holding it.

She notices me, winks then proceeds to show me a fucking pink gun.

Where the fuck is that from?

She smirks and runs toward the fence, the 10 foot high fence - now tell me how the fuck she climbed it?

Shes like an assassin, you don't know her next move.

I can bet that she probably knows I have a tracker on her, most would guess her wedding ring, her phone, but no. I injected it into her arterie. That way, the only way to remove it, is for her to die.

Without another thought, I just walked back into my office, after telling my men to calm the fuck down.

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"Babe, pick me the fuck up."

"Where are you?" Natascha asked.

"This random ass coffee shop.. it says Momma's Diner."

"Be there in 10!" I groan at the time, I have to wait? Great. Putting the phone down, I walk into the diner, sitting down at a booth.

The menu is pretty simple. It mostly consists of:
Burgers
Kids Meals
Coffee
Icecream
and these fancy salads.

A woman walks over, probably in her mid 40s, wearing a red stripy dress, a blue nametag that says Maria.

"Hello Darlin' what may we serve you on this fine afternoon?"

I smile at the southern accent,

"Can I have the vanilla sundae, mashed m&ms on the top, with a flake- please!"

"Of course!" She nods towards me and walks off, I search my pockets for cash, I have 15 dollars. thats enough right?

I mentally curse myself.
I can't pay for the fucking weed.