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Power. Control. Authority.

That's all I've ever wanted in my entire life. For the past thirty years, I've thrived on these things. It was my fate to become the Mafia leader before I was even born into this world. I relished in controlling people and their minds, but today, my mind was out of control. The organ pulsing inside my ribcage had power over my manipulative mind. I looked up at the moon while standing on the balcony of the Rajput Palace chamber. The place was enormous, just like royalty.

Despite the luxury of this room, my whole being longed for a soul-a brown-eyed soul that had captivated my mind, my heart, my soul within her magical gaze.

' I must have gone crazy,' I thought, because looking at the reflection of the moon, all I could see was the angelic face of my girl.

"My girl?" My mind asked.

"Yes, mine," my heart replied, and I let my heart win over my mind because the matter concerned my woman.

I always demanded perfection. No tardiness was allowed when it involved me. Yet, here I am, standing in another country, when I had meetings with many important people from the Mafia.

But do I care? A big no. They can go fuck themselves for all I care.

My mind rewound the events that happened this evening.

This evening, I was supposed to be leaving for my country, my home, but instead, I found my home here, in a person-my person.

I was annoyed when our ride stopped abruptly, but then my eyes fell on the most beautiful woman I have ever seen on this entire planet. Her trembling figure as she closed her eyes tightly, expecting the hit. Her amazingly tanned skin, for which my sister and mother would die. Her perfect curves that were hidden by the red dress. Red was my favorite color considering how much I liked seeing blood on others. But seeing her clad in the red dress, it took my breath away.

As the leader of two of the most powerful Mafias in the world, it's a shameful thing to admit that all the cliché things happened to me while looking at the girl.

And then, like her puppet, I walked around her like a devotee worshiping his deity . If I wasn't smitten by her already, then the dance she performed did the job. It took all that remained of me. All of it, only to become hers.

Coming here, I never thought that I would find the reason for my existence, but here I am, like a dying man yearning for death, waiting for the moment to make her mine.