Mafia's tomorrow

7-mother son duo

what is Cara going to do?

I guess I have to clear myself out. Perfect, just what I was wishing. Note the sarcasm.

" Sorry, I just remembered a funny incident which happened today"

Their eyes tell me to elaborate.

" It was lame, please forgive me for the disruption". I say. Those curious eyes become silent but still curious.

I might tell them but I can't. Story of my life.

The dinner was dreadful and filled with talks of business. What I hated the most was that I had no information about it.

And we were ready to send me to the enemy's territory as a bait and a treachery weapon, literally.

We hug our goodbyes, in front of our guests and I am discreetly reminded of the purpose in my ears to which I roll my eyes which are away from the audience and get ready to leave.

My bags... Well, they said to grab only first week's clothes and all the important and must carry's with me as the rest will be purchased later. My gifts were already in the car.

I grab my casual clothes bag and the photo, a few remainders of mom and electronics.

In total only two bags, which are taken from me to be put in the trunk whilst I am led via the Greek god himself.

Everyone else scatter to their respective cars and I am led to a red Ferrari. It is expensive, no doubt and shiny as new. Maybe it is-new.

Jax opens my door like the gentleman he is. I give him a shy smile and slide in the car while he shuts the door. What? No one has ever done that for me before. He moves to get in driver's seat. He seats himself and fastens the seatbelt.

I could feel the air getting hot already, or maybe it is just me. I take a deep breath and start the conversation.

" You know you haven't answered my question of your age earlier?"

"You aren't the one to let go, are you?" he laughs.

I look at him not allowing the smile to take over my face which is threatening to break.

" Fine, I am 24. 3 years older than you."

" Oh". Is all I say. I thought he would be maximum of a year older than me. But he does look younger. His smile can give him that charming boyish look which every high school girl dies for, while the smirk pulls effectively the egoistical business man look. God, I feel like a fangirl of his.

Ew, since when I am this sappy. Smirk? Smile?

A part of me doesn't want the conversation to end while the other part of me shows an emotion I wasn't aware of. Nervousness. Nervousness about what I would say.

Something about this mother-son duo wants to open hearts to them.

For his mother, it's the kindness and the homey feel. While with him, it is a strange feeling to just present myself to him. Or maybe it's just his friendliness.

" So tell me more about yourself."

" Why do you want to know about me?" I laugh to ease and drown the rapid beating of my chest.

" Because you are my fiancé, and we have 1.5 hours to the airport. You're house is really far away."

" My father prefers solitude from the city." It is not a lie, jus the other part of sentence is, the mafia business can easily be covered in a rural town. But I believe he already, knows that.

" What do you wanna know about me?"

"hmm, let's start with your childhood."

I shake my head slightly. Bad choice pal, it is a sore subject.

But I think for a second, maybe it will make him easily fall in love with me. Isn't that what happens? A dark past and the other is intrigued and then boom a love story.

Just a difference this one will be one sided with a sad ending.

He glances over me to check whether I am or am not going to tell him my childhood.

" Cara, its..". He starts but I interrupt him by speaking.

"6". He looks at me again, maybe from the shock that I have decided to speak.

" At 6, I made my first kill which only increased the number from then on."

His eyes are pure shock of the fact that I killed at the age of 6. I ignore them and do not go defensive that it was my dada who made me do it. That information can destroy things. And right now, I prefer to walk on the sidewalks.

"I lost my mother at 10." I don't tell him that she is alive and let him think the worse.

" My entire childhood, I had no friends. I had not once kept a foot in a school. My smile, the real smile only emerged when I was with my mother. And I had not once experienced that smile from the day I lost her."

I hadn't realised that he had pulled the car and was staring at me calculating my every expression.

I wasn't lying. At all and I hated myself for being so weak when the tears were threatening out to flow.

I don't think that crying is bad. Actually, it is just a way to let out your pent up emotions. I cry. I do cry but when I am alone.

There hasn't been a person who has seen me cry since I was 12.

And I am sure as hell, I am not crying in front of this stranger who I just met.

I take a deep breath and run my thoughts to all the plan of killing him to calm down. I know not at all morbid.

I stare into space and do not say anything. And I am glad that he doesn't too. He sighs and starts the roar of the engine again. I know deep down he wanted me to continue but I know that I have let my guard down enough for today. This is the maximum I have let someone see me.

We reach his private jet. I open the car door myself the same time he opens his. He gives me glance that said he was disappointed that I did not let him open my car door. I stick to my one of the great habits and charismatic attitude of ignoring.

The elderly couple is waiting for us. While Daniel wears a neutral expression, his beloved wife wears a smirk.

She eyes us both and every inch of our clothes. Oh god, he is much of a manwhore or I look much of a slut that everyone keep checking us and specifically signs of a hook-up? Sure, we were late by one of the fastest cars in the world, but let me tell you we weren't having a quickie.

I give my smile trying to dismiss the situation.

"Why are you to late?" Sophia asks, no hint of judgement but pure curiosity.

I am suddenly panicked. Will he tell her what I told him? What if he does? What if Sophia..

"I took the longer route mother, I just wanted to tour the area a bit. I hope you don't mind".

" Definitely not. Let's go." It was Daniel who spoke. At times like this, I am really starting to view this man as my lifesaver.

The inside is really beautiful. 6 lush leather seats and a passage leading to a possible bedroom, windows aligned with beautiful borders. In one word, it was classy.

I know that Jax was staring at me. What is with him, I am that suspicious that he has to stare at me all the time and keep an eye on me?