My mafia | Daerin

18. [M]

POV: Danielle

It's been pretty quiet since the hospital incident, with the exception of planning my new restaurant. Sometimes I would wonder if Haerin would ever confess her feelings, and other times I would wonder how long I should stay in her life.

As I looked around the empty but grand layout of the restaurant to be, I felt a small warmth of gratitude that I had this opportunity to own an upscale restaurant in an expensive part of Gangnam, all thanks to one woman.

The air smelled of fresh paint, the floor was covered with sheer white plastic, and the walls shimmered in the evening sun, filtering through the windows. It was quite, in a peaceful way, if I didn't think about all the noxious fumes I was inhaling.

The click of the door startled me. Who could that be? Haerin wasn't coming by, Minji and Hanni are busy.

I recognized the sandy blond hair and deep brown eyes almost immediately. One of my coworkers, or should I say former coworker.

"Um, hi," He waved awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hello, May I help you?" I asked.

"I finally found you," he swiped an imaginary sweat off his forehead, "You suddenly disappeared from the company, and I told myself I would tell you this before either one of us left," he started.

"Okay..."

"Listen," he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest, "you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I wanted to tell you I had feelings for you for so long, but I was scared to get rejected. Would you go out with me? On a date?"

His cheeks burned red, and I could feel his heart pounding. My mind was so foggy. How could I not have noticed? Why didn't he tell me sooner? What was it with people keeping their feelings to themselves? Couldn't he just say them out loud?!

Okay... so that might be about someone else. I couldn't get Haerin's face out of my mind. Could I really go on a date with him and give up on Haerin? Just one date wouldn't hurt. Haerin probably wouldn't even care.

"I-"

"Get your fucking hands off her. Now."

Oh no.

Our heads snapped to a fuming Haerin. She stomped over and pushed the man who previously had his arms around me off and grabbed my upper arm and started dragging me out of the building.

"Wait! Haerin!" I shouted, tripping over my own feet.

She proceeded with her angry pace, gripping my forearm a little too tightly. She opened her car door with a little too much force and shoved me inside. I flinched as I heard the door slam closed.

Haerin roughly grabbed my waist and pulled me up, keeping me at her side. She took out her phone and angrily barked out orders to her men to lock up the restaurant and cancel a meeting for tonight.

Once she was done, I moved my eyes up toward her face, "Haerin,"

"Don't say anything," she growled.

Her tone shut me right up. I felt guilty even though I didn't do anything wrong. It's not like she wants me.

The ride was awkward. Haerin sat there with her death grip on my hip, anger and fury swirling in her eyes. I sat there worrying about what she was going to do to me. Even though in the back of my mind I was hoping she would share her feelings, I was still scared of what she could do to me. She is the mafia king. She could do anything.

Once the car came to a stop, Haerin roughly opened the door and dragged me out my my upper arm. She led me up to our bedroom. The maids gave me sympathetic looks as I stumbled to keep up with her.