Mafia's Exchanged Brides -JJK 🔞(Mini Series)✔️

Part 02

Author's Pov

Later that night, he found himself unable to sleep. His mind refused to quiet, and he was tormented by thoughts of you.

You consumed his mind like a wildfire, burning all the other thoughts and leaving your own memory in its wake.

He tossed and turned in his bed, his mind racing with thoughts of her. He couldn't get her out of his head, her face and her voice replaying in his mind over and over again.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Why can't I stop thinking about her? Why does she have this effect on me?"

He sighed, burying his face in his pillow momentarily before lifting it and staring up at the ceiling. His mind was a maelstrom of intrigue and desire, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"I don't even know her name," he thought, a pang of frustration gnawing at him. "But I can't shake this feeling of need, this obsession that's taking over my mind."

His heart is beating faster than usual, he is feeling some kind of unknown feeling inside him, he just wanted to see you again.

He sat up in his bed, throwing the covers aside. The night was quiet, the city outside his window silent, but his mind was anything but. The image of her was burned into his thoughts, her voice a constant echo in his head.

"Why," he wondered aloud, his voice a low murmur, "Why is she the one that's gotten under my skin like this?"

He stopped pacing, his gaze shifting to the window. The city lights flickered outside, a sharp contrast to the dark thoughts swirling inside his mind.

"Damn it," he repeated, his hands balling into fists. "I haven't felt this way in years. But who is she, and why does she have this hold over me?"

He let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head as if trying to physically expel the whirlwind of thoughts plaguing his mind. But the more he tried to push her from his mind, the more she seemed to resurface, taunting him with her presence, both in his thoughts and in the memory of her face, her voice, her laugh.

He got out of bed, pacing the length of his room, trying to shake off the relentless thoughts. But it was no use. His mind kept returning to her, to the memories of their brief interaction that night.

"I have to see her again," he thought, his mind made up. "I need to find her, to learn more about her. And then...then I'll know why I can't get her out of my damn head."

The devil's obsession is increasing, he is searching for her like prey.

He picked up his phone, dialing a number with a determined look on his face. He waited for the line to connect, his fingers drumming impatiently against the desk.

"I need you to find everything you can about a woman," he said, his voice firm. "I don't have much to go on. But I need her information before morning, understand?"

"Don't let me down. I want everything you can find, no matter how small. And do it quietly. I don't want anyone to know I'm looking into her."

He ended the call, setting the phone back down on the desk with a sense of satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair, his mind already starting to race with possibilities of what he would find out about her.

"I'll find you," he thought, his gaze fixed on the wall, a dark determination in his eyes. "And then I'll know why you're haunting my every thought, ma chérie."

He was lost in thought for a moment, his mind already racing with the information he would hopefully soon receive. But the image of her face flashed through his mind again, and he realized he was smiling, a strange sense of relief washing over him.