“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 sharp pain hit my head and I groaned, putting my hand on my forehead as I rubbed it to ease the pain. It’s very quiet and peaceful. I open my eyes and, for a moment, I’m tranquil, enjoying the unfamiliar surrounds. Wait! My eyes widened. I sat up straight and looked around in panic. It wasn’t my room. The room was simple, painted in white and beige. Besides, the bed had a dressing table and next to it was a wardrobe. Walls were covered with frames, paintings and canvasses. I frowned and looked at myself. I’m still wearing my clothes except my tie, blazer and shoes have been taken off. Probably to give me comfort and untroubled sleep. Worried and confused, I placed my hand on my head and tried to remember how I got here but all I could remember was that I was with Charlie last nig- Oh, fuck! My expressions became flat and dread took over me when I remembered last night. 


My Kind and Sweet, Janet Reyes!