La Mia Mafia e L'Alfa Uomo: My Mafia and Alpha Man

Chapter One

"If you have a good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely."

-Road Dahl

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Sitting inside the cafeteria while drinking my coffee latte, and thinking about what happened earlier made my stomach clenched from the depths of the conversation happened.

I still remembered vividly the way my best friend told me that she's getting married. Her face is full of happiness. Her eyes shine brightly like the sun glimmering from the ocean and the way her whole demeanor told me how delighted she is that she's engaged and in a few months she'll become a wife.

A wife of the man I'm in love with ever since he saved me from trapping myself in a tree with a dog growling and barking in front of me.

*** Flashback ***

Too scared to move nor to scream if in case he will bite me and infect some of his rabid saliva dripping from his barred teeth in my small body.

Instead a whimper escaped from my lips and tears threatening to spill from my eyes, flushed face and shaking body was all I did.

I didn't even notice a boy behind the dog with a thick stick in his two hands trying to get the attention of the dog and saving me from the unwanted death.

Silly, I know, death?! Hmf. He's not going to eat me alive, right? Right? I mean. I'm too small and skinny for this dogs' appetite.

But what happened next made me froze and blood run cold my body with unblinking eyes. He smashed the thick stick in the dogs head and run from it while the dog chased him for what he did.

After few minutes I recovered from the shock of event I slumped my body on the ground and cry myself. Thanking the boy who saved me and thinking about what will happen to him.

Will he survived? Will the dog bite him? Does he have scratches in his body or bites in his face, arms or legs? I can't stop thinking that if something was wrong with him it's all my fault.

I don't even know him. I don't know his name or where he lives. How will I tell his family regarding the brave act that he did. Sacrificing his life and leaving me alive.

I don't know how long I'm sitting there and crying and thinking of some horrid ideas popping in my small head.

You're maybe thinking why a 6 years old, thought about stupid ideas or why is that running in my small head. To answer your question, I don't have an answer to that. I haven't noticed a presence next to me and trying to coax me because of my unwanted thoughts about the boy.

And when I opened my eyes and found a set of determination to go and find the boy who saved me, did I found him staring at me, heavily breathing with leaves and sticks stuck in his hair with red face. His eyes were wide and mouth gasping for air as his hands where in his knees trying to breath hard from running.

"Are .. You ... Okay?" he asked me in between his breath. He's breathing hard and panting like a mad man.

What I did next shocked me and the boy. I flung myself in his body and cry harder in his shoulder while clutching his chest with his shirt. We stumble on the ground.

Him wrapping his arms around my tiny waist to prevent me from too much impact on the ground. He's too shock for what I did but recovered suddenly. He let me cry in his chest. While thanking all the Gods and Goddess for helping him and keeping him alive.