𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏/ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈
❛ The Dark love of Mafia's ❜
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Secrets which are hidden.
Some secrets are burned and some are buried beneath their feet, some are present and in front of their eyes yet unknown...
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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ | 54
ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍɪɴᴇ
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Looking through the black glass window of the car, I was wondering where my husband who is weirdly not behaving like a monster, has called me to.
This morning i never saw him nor the previous night, after that moment he vanished and the next morning I was asked to get ready and just come directly to the destination where his men will bring me to.
Not pondering much on the curiosity, I just decided to get ready and when I opened my closet, all i could see was dresses according to his taste.
Yes- My every dress, let it be, casual outfits or special occasion outfits, everything was decided by him and I never stopped or interrupted him because somewhere his taste in clothes is nice.
Just like the way I am wearing the dress chosen by him, the black off shoulder top with full sleeves which is reaching my fingers, the soft fabric of the black cloth hugged my upper curves perfectly, while in the lower I wore the maroon skirt which hugged my waist perfectly and slides through my legs with a floral look, the soft fabric of this outfit is comforting to me.
On top I have wore the black classy hat, the perfect old money look- I have never maintained this classy look in my whole life, I was more of skirts with simple tops but this old classy look is making me look more expensive in this western generation of simplicity.
I felt a powerful aura around me.
Suddenly the car stopped and I frowned, looking outside i noticed a man- wearing a black shirt with black pant, the tall height which made it hard for me to see his face but the moment I noticed the black overcoat with gloves, I knew who was it.
Even my soul will identify him in the crowd of thousands.
The monster - who isn't behaving like one.
So the powerful aura was not coming from me but this man, after all his presence around me makes my soul alert.
Walking towards the car, he bent over to the window and stared at me through the black glass window, can he see me? His eyes stared directly in my brown orbs and then sudden click sound of something hit me, the next Second the door opened and just like a gentleman he bowed his head a little as he gave me a way to step out.
