"My Fiancé is A Mafia Boss" (Boyxboy)

Chapter ‡ 3

Fixing my tie in the mirror is one of the things I hate when getting ready for a burial. It just reminds me of the day that my sister Elle died. I heaved a sigh and grabbed my phone and wallet from my bedside table and quickly totted out of my room.

I walked down the staircase and there goes Jeff and Lawson waiting for me, they will be escorting me to the burial and bringing me home soon after it ended. We got out of the mansion and somehow I notice a shiny black Lamborghini in the far side parked elegantly. But noticing I'm running late I ignore it and quickly slid inside the car.

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(Unknown POV)

"I just saw him getting out. He's more attractive than the picture you have given to me." The ice inside his glass clinked together as he swirl his vodka.

"He's my one and only last. You would've married my eldest."

"Nah, I prefer your little Renoire ." He smiled wickedly.

"Never in my imagination that you prefer boys. So you're bisexual." Davidson inquired, making the young man in front of him laugh.

"Maybe. But I only have eyes over little Renoire and I'm not gay for everyone, only for him."

"I understand Kris. But please take care of him, he's the only child left in me. I don't want to risk losing him again. I have entrusted my last child on you so you better keep him."

The young smirked as he downed his vodka in one go and throw his glass on the butler standing by his side, luckily the guy caught it before it could hit the floor and shatter. He stood up from his chair and grabbed his leather jacket.

"Don't go on lecturing me old man, I practically know that, and I have so many plans to woo his briefs out in me before the wedding. "

And out he closes the door with a loud blag resonating through out the hallways. Davidson held a long sigh and smiled to himself and turned his chair facing the huge window outside.

Someday, death will bite me in the ass, at least Ren wouldn't be grieving too much because he knows he has someone who he can relay on and spend his life with. To live and cherish the beauty of love together. Kris, I'm counting on you.

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Cries and wails can be heard in every direction as Nanny Grace's coffin was being lowered six feet under the ground. I stood in the far side of the corner after giving short words of my days with her and how good she was being a second mother to us, the Kayne siblings when she was still alive and that's when all other people who held out their tears started wailing.

After all those drama, everyone went home immediately since the sky begun darkening as if threatening a strong rain to fall. I stood on my spot, looking at the mere ground where she was buried and remember my sister.