“So, you’re worried about your outfit?” I shot him a glare, crossing my hands against my chest. He chuckled, “Pfft, you’re not going for an interview darling that you have to be in a presentable outfit!” He has a point.

“Yeah, but an outfit gives an impression!” I argued, pouting a little.

“Yes it does but the one who has a beautiful soul and kind heart doesn’t needs good clothes for a good impression, do they?” That statement had me fell mute. I let my hands down and asked, “And what if I’m no kind-hearted beautiful soul?” My hazel eyes looking directly into his brown ones. 

“Impossible!” He stepped closer and gently yanked my hair-rubber down, causing my hair to fall free over my back. 

“How?” 

He smiled, “Because no-one can possibly act so well!” He managed my hair and held out his palm to me, “Now, shall we?” I looked down at his palm then at him but don’t know why I couldn’t put my hand in his.

His statement made me wonder if he has anything for me because the actual me is everything but a good soul and who’s in front of him is an evil in disguise. Will he still love me if he learns that I am a MAFIA??

She's The Mafia

I was in my study room, doing my usual work when there was a knock on my door. I glanced at it once and allowed the person in with my eyes focused on the papers I’m reading. Slowly, the door cracked opened and comes in my Dad, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked with sarcasm falling from every word of mine. 


“Still in a bad mood?” He stated/asked as he took his seat opposite to me. I didn’t say a word and kept my focus on my file in my hands. He sighed, “All things happens for a reason, precious. Maybe you lost that deal on him because you deserve something better!” I rolled my eyes at his dialogue. 


His Murder For me (Part 01)