Beneath the White coats of the Luna and the Mafia

AIMEE’S POV

My name is Aimee Garcia and for the longest time, I have been all alone, I have no family and I witnessed my parents being murdered when I was just three years old. I moved between foster homes and several families but I never felt like I belonged with any of them. Despite my unfortunate childhood, I centered my life and goals on attending college, trying to get a degree so I could get a good job and build a better life for myself. I pride myself as a smart young woman and I only believe in factual, logical happenings in the world. I believed there would always be an explanation for everything and I never believed that supernatural beings and creatures from other dimensions existed. All these and more made me an average human being and in my 21 years of existence nothing strange happened to me to change my beliefs and that continued to be the case until I met HIM; I still remember it like it happened yesterday.

It was a Monday morning and I dashed across the hallway in an attempt to make it to class on time, it was my first class of the day and I was running late as always. It wasn’t my fault though; I had been having weird dreams and seeing a creature that I couldn’t explain which had been making me wake up later than usual. Luck was on my side this time and I barely made it into the lecture theatre just as the class was about to start and found my way to my usual seat.

I was about to take my seat when I heard someone shout, “What took you so long woman!” That was my best friend Reine; a super cheerful and jovial person and the only friend I had managed to make since my first year in college. We did everything together, and we even lived in the same apartment together.

I gestured to her to keep quiet as the lecture had already started and I was calling attention to us. Then I started to take notes, and She did the same.  Halfway through the lecture Reine leaned towards me and whispered in my ear “Do you remember my older brother that I told you about, he recently reached out to me that he was in town and he would like to visit. I have invited him over to the apartment later this evening; I hope that is fine with you because I want you to meet him as well”. I looked at my friend surprised that I even had to ask, and I quickly responded, “Of course I would love to meet your brother, Reine, I know he means a lot to you”.

From what I had heard about Reine’s brother and from pictures of him that I had seen, I knew that he was a very tall and insanely attractive man with jet-black hair and dark pupils. He gave off a dominant and mysterious vibe, and Reine’s other friends who had met him fawned over him all the time. They claimed he was someone every woman would want in her bed, yet he didn’t sound like the type of man I would involve myself with.  I didn’t believe in falling for the bad boys, but he was Reine’s older brother, and that was a good enough reason to want to meet the man.

The class ended, and it was Reine’s only class for the day,  but I still had a couple of things to do at college, so we decided that I would go home to prepare for her brother’s visit, and I would leave later when I was done for the day. We hugged, said goodbye, and then headed in opposite directions. I got busy completing my remaining tasks on campus, and after a couple of hours, I was exhausted. I took a quick restroom break to touch up my face to look presentable before heading home.