This story is a roller coaster events of Mary's life which has many romantics, horrific yet every girl's dream sort of events.
Read this story to find out about her. . !
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MATURE CONTENT AHEAD
Alex
PRESENT
The darkness has always been my solitude. I find solace in it. When my father was killed in cold blood, expect Nikolai I didn't let anyone come near me. I hadn't talked. Many years passed like this and when and only when we both brothers made a Mafia as strong as a rock did I changed myself. I started partying, became a man-whore, never said no to an available p*s*y. There were such drastic changes in me that Ma was afraid that I might have developed split personality disorder. When I saved Mary in that club, being drugged by a guy she was trying to get away from; it boiled my blood. I have never felt such emotion.
Mary . .
I closed my eyes and let out a defeated sigh. How can I have her back? I have to find her, but how? She took the money. We cannot trace her. Her cell phone is with us. I want my peace. I want Mary beside me, in my arms, laying her head on my chest.
Fuck!!!
Throwing the glass across the room, causing in to break in millions just like my heart. How can I not protect her? How can I be so careless, so irresponsible? How can I let her suffer so much all alone. Why can't I be a man she deserves?
I was about to break the chair when I heard Nikolai's voice: "It's useless."
"I know." Me.
"Then leave it." Nikolai.
"I can't." I said with a shaky voice. I felt quite an unusual sensation behind my eyes. I looked towards my brother and sure enough found his flushed features, bruised knuckles and a defeated man's look in eyes.
"Were you crying, brother?" I asked quietly.
Nikolai looked away from me. I don't know how to deal with all this shit. All that darkness, those sufferings. I sighed. I have no idea how Mary would have suffered all this alone and still came out stronger. Women. They amaze me. I looked towards the frame sitting on my table. It was Mary with both of us brothers, laughing while we play with her at sea. Those days were the ones we really lived. Really enjoyed. Mary is such a bright light in our lives that even if we try to go back to that addicting darkness, she always manages to bring us the other way.
When she came in lives accidentally; I along with my brother fall in love with her. She didn't even try yet we fall hard for her. We stopped going to clubs, getting laid, drinking. All we could think about every fucking second of the day is to go back home to our girl and lay in her arms. We never made love. Never. She is; if I'm correct which fucking sure I'm is still a virgin. She was never in threesome yet she loved us both. She was quite possessive, jealous yet she tried never to show us that side of her. Whenever we came late home, which, only happened twice; we would find her on the porch, sleeping like a goddess waiting for her. Sometimes; it had irritated me, making me feel bad that she waited. Hell, even our men never go to club after she came into our lives. They even find their peace with her. They use to play with her, took her out on lunches or ice-creams, hell even shopping too. I snickered. What that girl made us do. She never asked us. No. She was always contended in being home. She hates going out too much. Hates too much shopping. She was very happy with everything she had. Even if we do bring something for her; she scolds us. She never used our money. We have to threaten her to use it. Why and for whom do we earn? For her. So she can have whatever the fuck she wants without even thinking about the price. But who am I kidding. She was Mary. Always considerate about everything. She was the most selfless girl I had ever met and I'll die before letting her go. Now, all this is weighing me down. All that love she gave us unintentionally is making us die inside, making us feel suffocating. Make us carve her more. She was the only good thing that happened to all of us. The Mafia. Our men. Us.
I came back to the harsh reality when something slides down my cheek. I put my finger and brought it back to find water. How did water land on my face? I took the trail and was shocked what I found.
I'm crying. I'm crying for my life. I'm crying for my Mary.
So guyssssssss!!!! This has been the first ever book I wrote and I'm quite happy to be a part of this community. A sequel is on its way. I hope you guys will give this book a chance and let me know how did you find it.
