Being A Mafia Girl's Lover

"I'm.. I'm.. Oh god, I'm gonna die for this, but I can't keep this from you any longer," she said with heavy breaths and wide eyes.

"What is it? Please just tell me!" I was boiling with curiosity. What was she hiding? She looked up at me with watery eyes and grasped my shoulders tight, "But first promise me, " she looked behind her shoulder like a scared kitten," that you'll still love me and, stay with me, please, I can't- I can't live without you."

She started crying, no, sobbing, in my arms, and latched onto me as if life her depended on it. "Oh god- Eylla, are you- are you alright," I said concerned, my own eyes dripping with tears. What is the matter? I grasped her shoulders, and shook her desperately, "Tell me, Eyl, just tell me, " I said, shaking her violently.

Her lip quivered, as she uttered the words that changed my life forever, "Danyl, I'm- I'm in the mafia."

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Danyl and Eylla, two young, ordinary people in love, engaged to be married. Life was perfect for Danyl, he was 25, had the job of his dreams, friends, family, money, love, you name it. He couldn't be happier when Eylla, the shy girl who used to sit at the back of his class and soon the girl with whom he was face deep in love with, accepts his proposal with a shaky 'yes'. She was the kind of girl who you would get clammy hands from thinking about talking to. She would come up in your dreams, plague your thoughts and constantly make you trip over your legs and words when she walked by. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. And what made her even more beautiful was the fact that she was'nt aware of it. Oblivious to the admiring stares cast upon her. She was the epitome of perfection. But, of course, nothing is perfect, and Eylla was no exception.
This beauty was really a beast in disguise. Involved with the Russian mafia, she manages to fall knee deep in trouble, that has the power to hurt both her and Danyl.
Follow Eylla and Danyl's story of unconditional love, faith, and trust.