The Mafia God (Crazy Mafia series Book 2)

Chapter 2

Callisto Point of View

Silence...

Pin drop silence...

But not calm.

The silence did not overwhelm the pattering of rain and roaring thunders. It was as if nothing can deafen the moment than the silence that settled between me and the stranger girl who is staring at me from quite some time.

"My Lord!" She breathed out in a surprised whisper. I, on the other hand, felt the chill running down the spine again when our eyes met.

The way she whispered with a surprised and an insane look, it gave me chills for the first time in my life.

"My Lord!" She gasped suddenly when she saw a deep wound on my hand and ran to me with quick steps. The rain was nonstop and it was thundering terrifically but the girl standing before me doesn't seem like she cares about herself much.

She is literally drenched cold to the bone yet she is trying to tie a handkerchief around my palm.

"M... My... What?" I frowned at her.

I stared at her closely, inspecting her from head to toe in a detailed way. She looks young in jeans and a top. She has a bag around her shoulder with books which means either she is a student or she teaches.

But what surprised me the most was what she called me.

"You are hurt, My Lord." My Lord!

What the hell is she calling me?

Who calls a stranger that way? And why the hell is she treating my wound?

The way she held my wounded hand like it's not a hand but something more precious than gold and diamonds and more sensitive than a glassware.

"I am not your Lord, girl. I'm –" I was about to tell her my name when she cut me in the middle and shivered in cold with a smiling face.

"You are My Lord because you are a God." I looked around the dark empty wet alleys to find no signal of mental hospital staff or the mental hospital ambulance.

G – G – God?

She means the God type God?

What the snap gave her that impression about me?

"G – God?" I asked her trying to snatch my hand from hers. Somehow she looked like she is as asylum resident.

"Yes, My Lord." She answered without making an eye contact as she was busy searching for something in her bag and tend my injured hand.

I am a God? From when? From which angle? I thought I'm a Devil?

"The one who hurt you had made a great sin, My Lord." She mumbled, taking and glove out of her bag and fitting it to my injured-now wrapped hand.

"Excuse me, Miss. Who exactly are you?" I asked as irritation coursed my mind. This little girl stranger is weird.

She wouldn't be more than twenty one. She looks quite young and her hair reached to the middle of her back in wet curls. But what is strange is her eyes.

They hold a deep adoration, devotion and very high level of insanity in them. The way she looked at me with such devotion made me want to puke.

I still don't understand the weird vibes I'm feeling right now.

What exactly are they?

"Oh I'm sorry My Lord, I'm Albina." She replied with an apologetic look and bowed ninety degrees before me in submission. "And I'm here you serve you here-forth. Please accept my services and devotion towards the greatest of the Lords who has taken a rebirth for the establishment of peace. I wish to assist you in defeating your enemies and be a key weapon in your fight to safeguard our human creatures."