Dark Romance | Mafia

Chapter One

3rd Person POV:

BANG!!

A shot echoed in the confines of the room. A man went limp, holding his heart as the blood gushed out of his chest, making the streaks all over the floor. Another man stood there holding a gun in his left hand, tall and upright. His posture screamed pride, black jacket and black pants embracing his being and the deadly aura around him.

A black mask covered his half face, a black cap hid head, cold eyes, the only visible feature of his face, devoid of any sentiment and the shadows that draped over him were enough to hide his whole existence. Ocean blue eyes shifted from the dead man to the door.

"Chris!" The man shouted, his voice booming all over the storage house.

"Boss!" Another man entered the room, giving a slight bow towards his boss, who was now wiping his bloody hands with a towel, caring less about the dead man in front of him. Chris's eyes drifted once to the man, and then his attention was fully on Boss.

"Speak!" He shouted, he was a man of few words, but those few words were enough to send chills down the spine of the globe.

"The work is done, AK."

After receiving a curt nod from his boss, Chris scurried away to wipe the mess created by him.

Those blue eyes were focused in a distance, void of any sign of weakness, as the thought swarmed in his head.

Death is not an easy thing, but it's not too hard. If it is what needed to take away the sorrows, it should be embraced with full heart.

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Stella's POV:

Life, life is not always what you think of it. It is a piece of hot iron that marks every inch of your being. But some survive it and still manage to smile. You can count me in that list. To the world, I am the most happiest person alive, but inside, I am breaking, every single day. I am fading away.

Standing between the party, I was lost in my own world. There were so many people around me, so many faces, yet none a healer. I kept thinking about the one that will heal me one day, but all the hopes shatter in one go, when my life replayed infront of my eyes. They just write fiction in novels. In reality, there is no such thing as love. Love is an essence, an essence that doesn't exist in this cruel world.

Just a jerk was enough to break my trance. Someone held my hand, I was pulled forward, and rolled, then again pulled forward. My hands rested on a hard chest and my eyes met a pair of blue eyes. They stared at me with indecipherable expressions. I couldn't see his whole face, as it was a masquerade and he was wearing a mask that covered a huge portion of his face. Also, lights were dim, and we were standing in shadows.

Then suddenly, his hands slipped off my waist, and touched my hand, then, he was gone like a gush of the wind. I kept staring at his retreating figure, when again, he turned his head looking at me with those cold eyes. I tried my best but couldn't see his face as light just fell on his shining eyes, illuminating them even more.

A push from a waiter, and I lost the track of those blue crystals, because after muttering appologies when I turned around, he was nowhere to find.

Sighing, I followed my colleague Emma out of the ballroom. Once again, I turned back, hoping to catch another glimpse of those cold, blue eyes, but no one was there. He was strange, a mysterious kind of strange. Even though we met briefly, he had that aura around him, that screamed power.
Disappointed, I turned around and left. I must be going bonkers.

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"Here comes my ball of sunshine."

Scarlett chirped as soon as her eyes landed on me.