Mafia's tomorrow

11-Sister

I stepped down. It was night time and I could see the lining of the buildings nearby. It was enough to indicate that Italy was beautiful.

A limousine drove up to us and we all sat in and waited while the bags were being transferred from the airways to the roadways.

After a couple of minutes the car started moving and we are on road right now.

Sophia is fast asleep and Jax is working on his laptop while Daniel is holding his wife in his arms. I do not attempt to make a conversation, so does anyone else.

Within half an hour the car comes to a screeching stop and the gates open. I cannot see outside due to the tainted windows but I can surely make out the illuminating lights a distance.The car starts again.

Jax has closed his laptop and Daniel starts to shake his wife gently. Within minutes the car comes to a stop finally.

Jax is the first one to climb out of the car. He stands there and extends his hand towards me. I take it and climb out of the car.

The sight in front of me is the most beautiful of all. A mansion with soft light. I didn't notice but the old couple have already got inside and left Jax with me.

"It's beautiful." I mumble looking at the house.

This is one is bigger than what I lived in USA. My dad did have money but he simply did not like to use it for my purposes, like houses or doting on his daughter.

I was paid and everything of mine was to be paid using that. The houses, he had many throughout the country but I wasn't aware of the whereabouts.

So he did not bother to spend it on the one I lived in. But this one was truly beautiful.

Jax's finger slightly brushes mine which causes sparks to fly and me to turn towards him.

He is also looking at me and we are in a trance. As much as I am trying I cannot pull my eyes away from his. It feels like I have been enchanted by some kind of spell.

Somehow he manages to breaks it.

"Let's go in."

I simply nod and follow him in.

It is 8 at night, and we haven't eaten any food. Due to this, my stomach decides to give a remarkable reminder by growling loudly.

Jax turns around amused. "Lets get food first."

We go to the kitchen and it is splendid. I love it.

He goes to the kitchen and takes out some kind of ... food?

No he will make you eat rock. My subconscious mocks.

He puts it in the microwave to heat it. After a few minutes when it beeps, he takes it out and serves it in two plates. Meanwhile, I have seated on a high chair near island. And I am shamelessly watching his movement of his muscles in that white shirt. When he turns around and I avert my gaze.

Real mature, I know.

Lasagne. I love it. He places on plate in front of me and I devour it as if I haven't been fed in a hundred years. He chuckles and places a glass of water next to my plate and I smile with my mouth full.

I can only imagine what I might look like. Hideous, probably.

He also goes down with his food. We do not have any conversation over it.

The moment I finish my dearest food, I turn to him. " who made this?"

"Our cook, Ms Persly". I can't help but wonder that Agatha never got the respect she deserved. Surely, I did respected her but the other man in the house, did not. It would be a miracle for someone if he would show respect to anyone other that his truly, himself or any potential allies.(that also infront of them).

I smile and wait for him to finish his food. He does so, within minutes and takes a few sips of his water and gets up.

I do the same.

" Let's go to your room."

I nod and follow him.

We pass doors. Many, many doors. And finally stand in front of a blue one. It was teal in colour which stood out rest than the door we passed. Nest to my door was a dark blue, almost back door. He smiled at me and opened the door.

He keeps the door open and gestures for me to move in. To say, the room is very beautiful. Grey-green colour scheme with white and peach made it complete. There stood a bed and a night stand next o it.

I look up and see a chandelier. It was beautiful.

"It's enchanting."

"Nice choice of word." He chuckles. I just smile.

His smile and laugh did not last long. "It was designed by my sister."

"Really?" I smile.

" Yeah. She was an interior designer."

"Was?" I couldn't help but question.

He smiles a sad smile. "Died. Or should I say killed by one of our rivals."

"I am so sorry." And I genuinely am. No mother should have to lose her kid. Even if, I am the one snatching them away, mostly.

"It's been a long a time. 2 years to be precise. It's okay."

"It's not a long time."

"When you are in mafia, it kind of is." And I find myself relating to him. It is difficult to pass everyday sometime. I know one thing, doesn't matter the deeds you do in mafia. If you feel remorse, you are somewhat good at heart and have a little good left in you.

But I never said the same for myself.

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that's it for today, my munchkins.

do you want me guys to post a walk in closet for Cara too?