Getting married to a Mafia leader wasn’t something everyone desired. But fate had other plans. 

The Bevins was the strongest and scariest gang. However, when it came to love, they were the softest ever. 

What would happen when love and gang works collide? Would love to win or gang would always be the priority?

My mafia man

　　"Mrs. Bevine! I brought some breakfast for you!" someone yelled, ruining my beauty sleep. I opened my eyes and rubbed them. "Mrs. Bevine!" the lady, whose voice ruined my sleep, was still yelling from outside of the door.


　　"Wait a minute!" I replied to her and rolled around on the bed before at last, I decided to get up and answer the door.


　　"Good morning, Mrs. Bevine!" She smiled at me, looking away from my messy black hair. She pushed the trolley into the room. "Have a good day," she wished me well before walking out the door and closing it behind her.


　　Seeing the condition of my white top and grey leggings, I knew I needed to take a bath as soon as possible. I took a dark green jumpsuit from the cupboard and was about to go inside the washroom when my eyes fell on the mirror.


CHAPTER 15: Tachophobia