The Mafia King(Hiatus)

Sleep

It's a short filler chapter
Iman's POV

      Her face in the corner of my neck breathing so softly. The most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on. In and out her minty breath hits me. How could something so sweet and beautiful be with me? A monster. I am apart of a family business that much is true but she doesn't know what kind. In 1884 my great great great grandfather started a business of making wine. That wine business became a multi-billion dollar industry and evolves into the biggest mafias in the world. During the prohibition of all alcohol and what not my grandfather decides that he is above the law and starts a small-time Gang that eventually turns into the mafia. He then passes it down to my father and my father to me.
     People don't know my identity because many don't see my face. In the daylight, I'm Iman D'Angelo the king of the wine industry but at night I'm the king of the mafia.
     This beautiful sweet girl in my lap shouldn't be exposed to anything like that and I won't let her be.

Zarina POV
     He holds me in his lap the whole way home. It might be a little dangerous but the way he holds me its worth it. We only met a short while ago but I'm already ready to be his girl. something about him makes me feel safe unlike no other. He's so warm and comforting but still so mysterious and dark. I know that he might not be safe but I'm not either.    

      I'm the most dangerous woman in the world.  The only people that have seen my face are the ones in the organization, and even they know that seeing telling anyone who I am is punishable by death. I might be twenty-three years old but I have done a lot of things in my life. I have killed, lied, and stolen. I have done things that no child should have to do but I grew up quick and I did what I had to do.

     Things were different when momma was alive the house was alive with laughter. We didn't get involved with Fathers work and we were kids. The night momma died everything changed. She went to the store and we never saw her again. They killed her like that. A headshot right when she was coming out the door. One of the enemy's had killed her then dad met Jilly and everything got worst. Jilly was a major bitch and dad let her do whatever she wanted.

     We never found out who killed mom but I'm not giving up. And I'll find out if that is the last thing I do. With that, I fall asleep into a dreamless slumber on Iman's warm chest and steady heartbeat.