Besa

Hands covered in blood she screamed. Life is scary. These are the few moments that made her think about the nice sunny days she spent in Paris. Sitting on her balcony, sipping a cup of coffee.
She was zoning out when in front of her a war was raging. But she had enough. She wanted to go back to the times when she was not involved in any crime.

But alas, life is not fair. It was not fair when she was a small girl in her hometown and it was still not.

She looked down at the man she learned to love. The man who was fighting for his life but still looking at her with eyes filled with love.

It's not every day that you see a Mafia Boss, the biggest drug lord in the world - The prince of Sicily carrying his heart on his sleeve. But he did, just for her.

"I'm sorry, sorry, really sorry, please forgive me" she sat down while chanting sorry.
"You are mine," he said and closed his eyes. She smiled a bit. His face looked serene. She kissed his head. Covered her head and ran for her life...

She traveled for a living. She enjoyed her life to the fullest.
But when she met him everything changed. She was the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on and he wanted every inch of her. He fell for her innocence and she fell for the kindness that he only showed to her.