FORBIDDEN LOVE

CHAPTER 2

Donald's pov

Here I am in the car with my second in commend heading to the church for evening service to give honour to whom honour is due, the most high.

Yes am a mafia don does not mean I don't know there is someone higher than me who I was told and made to believe created me. Sometimes I wonder what made my father to become Mafia Don, for he was so so deep into the things of the church.

Being a mafia Don, one of the things am good at, is masking my emotions and change of moods like i change my clothes. Do not be surprise when I am a total different person from my Mafia personality.

Would it be contradicting if I say am always at peace in the church? Is the only place I don't need to see everyone as a betrayal, a place I don't need to look over my shoulder, and a place I can pretend to be who I am not.

I got down from the car but after giving my second in commend who sat at the passenger seat in front my pistols to put in the car pigeon hole, where it usually stays when I come to the church.

"Mr white!" I heard my name as i look around in search of who called my name.

"Oh God!" Am sorry for using the God's name in vain, but I needed to, for you won't understand the gravity of my current situations.

Have you even gone to an African church before, have you ever encountered their women organization? because if you have, you will have a knowledge of my situation right now.

"Mr White, thank God I saw you. I have not been seeing you in the church for so long now, hope all is well?" The first woman whom I assumed is the president spoke and she was.

"Hmm yeah madam, I have not been around. So how can I be of help?

This is the moment I wish I can use a gun to shut them all down. This is one of the reason I hate being in the mist of women, for discussion never ends with them, especially the seated ones.

Looking at my wrist watch, I couldn't believe that i have been listening to them talk about their plans for the outgoing and incoming priest which so far is the only useful information and of course for my financial support.

" excuse me, Mr white!" I was lost in my misery that I didn't take notice of the young man in front of us.

I was relieved when I saw it was one of the alter servers, I can't wait to stand up from where I was.

" Mr white, the Priest requests to see you."

That was the very sentence that changed everything.

WHAT DO YOU THINK FRIENDS?

Let me know your thoughts.
Much love.