22 || she got what she deserved

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It was the morning after the chaos happened at the ball

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It was the morning after the chaos happened at the ball. I woke up in Irina's room. I woke up to find Irina laying on my chest with her hair draped across my arm. A smile grew on my face knowing of the beauty in my presence.

Unfortunately I had to get up for a pathetic meeting, I would lay her all day admiring her. I have never seen such a beautiful woman in my life, she was like a goddess.

How I deserve this woman in my life I will never know.

I slowly got out of the bed, making sure Irina wouldn't wake it up from her sleep, the sleep she needed after the night she had.

I got all ready in my clothes being as quiet as a man like me could be. Before I was about to leave, I wrote her a quick note to explain where I had disappeared too.

I look up to see her peacefully in a deep sleep. I walk over to her and rub her cheek with my thumb. I lean down and leave like light kiss on her forehead. A small smile creeps up on my face.

God, what is wrong with me? Why has a mafia man like me turned so soft.

•••

After the meeting I had today. I was desperate to see her. I couldn't waste anymore time.

I got into my car, and began driving to her house. This woman was driving me insane. I can hardly spend a few hours away from her, I always need her near me, in my presence. When she isn't with me I feel lost.

I have never felt this way before, for any woman, it's confusing me in every way. I don't tend to show emotion, so people can't really tell my feelings always, which I like. I don't want people questioning me every hour on how I'm feeling. I don't need that, I better things to talk about.

After not long of a drive, I pull up to her driveway. Once the guards let me through the gates I park next to the many garages they own. I get out the car walk up the the big front double doors. And I knock.

As I wait I have my hands in my trouser pockets, I had a black dress shirt on, unbuttoned at the top as always with black trousers as-well. My chain peaking out from the shirt. I looked around the area while I was waiting, until the door swung open.

An old woman opened the door, strange, I have never seen her before. She wasn't very interesting. "Who are you? Who let you through these gates" this old woman spoke looking me up and down.

"Zayan Moskal, and the security" I spoke with no emotion, "I gave them no permission to let you on this property", she spoke "maybe because you don't own this property" Irina appears out of no where.

All my frustration and anger completely vanishes when she's finally in my presence. I've been waiting all day to see her. Irina turns too me, with a smile across her face. I could see frustration running through her eyes.

"Zayan" she pauses looking straight in my eyes, with a big smile. "Come on in" she invites. I walk in past the old woman to see her family and another unusual person I haven't met before.

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