“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

“Are you okay, babe?” I blink at the sound of Valentino’s voice. I looked down at my untouched food then back at him. He raised his brows and I nodded. My thoughts becoming distant as I rubbed my left eye tiredly, “Sure? You don’t seem like you are!” 


“I’m just tired, Valentino,” I whispered and picked up my wine glass. The sweetness balanced with ample tennis pleases my mouth as I took a sip from my red wine. 


“Of course. You hardly rest these days!” He twirled the noodles until no strands are hanging from it and lifts it to my mouth, “Take care of your health, baby,” I placed my glass on the table and ate it with a small smile, “Take a break or something!” He said after he retreated his hand. I shook my head, wiping my lips with the back of my finger, “Why not?” 


My Wickedness!