“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

The glass wall of the walk-in shower shattered down with a loud boom as the bullet hit it instead. Valentino looked behind him then back at me, “I knew you won’t kill me,” He smirked, his eyes shining with grace. 


“Yeah, your shining eyes says it all. But you know what?” I threw the gun away and smiled at him, “I hate myself that I can’t kill you!” His smirk vanished after hearing me. I sniffed and walked past him, towards the door. I lifted my hand and wiped my tear with the back of my palm as I grabbed the doorknob to unlock the door but my body froze on my spot when he said, “I love you, Charlotte!!" 


Surprised, I turned around and he was still facing his back on me. “What did you say?” I asked, the shock could be notice in my tone. He turns to me and answered, “I said, I love you!” 


Confession Or Manipulation?