The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

Life had a funny way of doing things, so funny and so messed up and so so ridiculously fucked, like right now.

Damian Margolis a trained assassin that used to work under King, until he thought he could do more so he searched for it and found nothing but when King had threatened every bone in his body for such deceit and betrayal— he had gotten a bigger, better plan to execute.

Percy said he has enemies, lots and lots of them but really isn't that what being a mafia don is all about, enemies and killing and everything else that consists of violence?

Damian seemed to be the least worried about opponent in this whole mafia throw down until now, until me.

Hence, me being kidnapped and brutally thrown inside of that horrible, smelling cell which Percy had apologized for and explained that his guys made a mistake, a huge one.

I asked to go home but I wasn't allowed to leave right now, not until they found the trouble maker and I was annoyed, obviously, I had a life to live— a very hectic and hard working life. I had the cafe to care for and college and babysitting. It's not always easy finding replacements.

And I didn't want to find replacements.

I wanted to go back and do things on my own.

Just like how I use to do them, before King arrived.

“You're not understanding,” He mutters, pacing back and forth in front of the bedroom door and runs his hand through his hair in aggravation. “I can't let you go out there. I don't know how bad he really is, you could get hurt without my men around— without me around.” He says.

I roll my eyes at his words, “Why can't we all go back then?” I ask. “That way, I'll be safe either way.” I add.

He stops pacing and freezes, staring at me in anger and madness, it almost feels like he could burn me with his green orbs. He looks like a dragon, staring at his enemy with so much anger that it shines through his eyes.

I stay silent after that, realizing that I'm being ridiculous and only seem to be adding to this madness.

He is trying to protect me from danger by keeping me here and stationing people in my place at the cafe and getting me to study online for a bit and sorting the babysitting stuff out— all this and more, his trying to protect me and yet I still choose to be a brat about it when I should be grateful for this— grateful to him and all his workers.

I move my body into a sleeping position, facing away from him. I don't realize I'm crying until droplets hit my hand.

A sigh comes from far behind me, seconds before I feel his heavy, dark presence and then, I feel him. He moves on to the bed, behind me and his arm wraps around me, slowly pulling me back into his undying heat and safety net.

“I don't want to lose you, amante, again. Not now. Not ever. You don't know how good you are but I know how special you truly are. ” He softly whispers in my ear and I smile.

I turn around to peek at him, “You know, for a mafia king, you're supposed to be this cold and ruthless person.”

He chuckles and loosens his around me, allowing for me to turn and face him. “I can be whatever I want to be, in fact, if you want to see hard-core we could go down to the cells again and I can show you how ruthless I really am.” He winks down at me and pulls me back, closer to him.