Mafia boss Twisted fate

e and it was 6am, she had an appointment to meet up with in the next hour. She looked at Antonio, sleeping peacefully like a baby. She smiled, she was about wake him up to tell him she was lea

the rumpled bed sheets. Antonio stirred, his hand instinctively reaching out to the

vious night had to be nothing more than a vivid dream. But the lingering scent of Sophia's perfume

ents of the night before came rushing back – the passionate encounters, the deep conversations, the feeling of connection he had experi

athroom, his foot brushed against something on the floor. A piece o

started awful and disappointing. I am sorry I could not sta

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aper with care like it can slip off his hand any minute, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. Th

stant vigilance. There was no room in it for romantic entanglements or for vulnerability. Love was a luxury he could not affo

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beautiful skin, the tenderness and the taste of her lips, the light in her shining eyes when she laughed, the way she held him

the moment. Antonio snatched it up, his voice instantly shifting to the cool, a

e barked in

ough the phone, tense and urgency present in his voice. "

tes," he said, already moving towards the shower. "Make

s on the dark and ruthless world he inhabited. But her face kept flashing in his mind, the moments they share together, the love s

around him always, he wants her to be the queen in the kingdom he has built from scratch with his sweat, "but wait, Kingdom?" he could not afford to bring her int

te front for his less-than-legal enterprises. His presence making people around him shiver with fear.

ed as he took his seat a

nt – a rival family muscling in on their territory, threatening to upse

e on his meeting. Sophia's note tucked safely in the pocket of his suit jacket, he squeezed his hands, hoping and wishing he could just get her out of his mind. "What is happening to me"

fe would have been romantic and bright, he might not have been as ruthless as he is right now. Flashing back at his childhood with his sweet family, thinking about his parents that he can only recollect them as a faint memory somewhere in his mind. Sophia bringing the sweet memory back making him feel loved and wanted unlike the feeling he was well accustomed to. The feeling of being feared, rejected but accepted because they do not have a

for his phone, Sophia's number in hand. His finger h

t inner pocket, not wanting anyone to know of his new found weakness. It was Frankie, his head of security, looking grave,

u need to see," Frankie said

open. Inside was a series of photographs – surveillance shots

was the final photo that made his blood run cold. Sophia, embracing

iserable and he made life unbearable for him, the man that turned the his sweet and lovely childhood into

smiling up at him with