Chapter 5: Dating the Mafia Leader

"This is our little secret, Amie. Don't tell anybody or brother will be in a very big trouble."

I innocently nodded despite my fear and the tears flowing all over my cheeks, looking at the man sitting by my bedside.

I do not fear that something might happen to this jerk. I am afraid of what he is capable to do if I protest.

The moonlight hits his emerald eyes, which are so beautiful to look at in my dimly lit room. As if I am looking at a real emerald stone. But the lust from that pair of eyes glistered me the most disgusting feeling. It instilled a memory that could shred me into crumbs any time it was triggered.

My foster brother never showed the kindest treatments to their house maids but at least he was kind to me. I was already happy to find a home with a family that accepted me as I am not until this maniac started coming to my room most of the nights. He would touch my body in a way that I could feel the disgust despite being in a very young age.

He wouldn’t care even if I am pleading for him to stop. Even when I am bawling my eyes with tears, his expressions would show me that he’s enjoying the sight of me being helpless.

It happened several times and lasted for years. Until I've gathered up the courage to speak up to my foster parents. Unfortunately, instead of helping or show some humility to a young girl who's being sexually abused, they chose to zip their mouths and eventually, threatened me to keep my mouth shut.

The warm home which made me dream for a pleasant life again, disappeared like a bubble.

After all, I was only adopted and they would rather protect their real child. As a young girl, it was etched in my mind that people with emerald eyes are bad people. Father, who also has emerald eyes was also a bad person because he tried to kill me the night after I told them everything about their biological son.

That was the first time I held a knife to stab someone in order to survive.

I was able to stab father on his stomach. It’s not enough to kill him, but it gave me an ample time to escape that hell.

I was beyond grateful to get away from that mansion. But the outside world was also harsh for a child that I was. I strayed in the streets for several days where I starved and can’t even drink a clean water. I felt terribly sick in the streets. I wanted to survive badly. That’s where I met Hanz, Calen’s brother, who brought me to their syndicate leader. Ironic that the people who saved my life are those who are labeled as the evil people.

And now, I am standing looking straight at a handsome topless man known as the Mafia Leader, with the same pair of emerald eyes. The man who tasked me to kill my foster brother, Lauro.

"Do my eyes remind you of something unpleasant?" Pierre asked while also staring at me.

This man is very observant. It’s as if he can read what’s in my mind. I pouted and didn't answer. I didn't know the right words to express what I am feeling. He didn't pry by forcing me to answer that question and decided to change the topic.

"What's wrong? Why are you here?" He asked.

"I will sleep here," I said it as demanding as possible.

He frowned but eventually nodded and allowed me to be in his room. Still with a confused reaction instilled in his face and although he’s curious about my suddenly clingy behavior, he opened a large cabinet and took out the extra pillows stored in there. I can't believe he can sleep with only one pillow. I'd sleep with hundreds of them, if possible. I watched his back. Even the view from his back is perfect.

"Have you ever dated a woman?" I asked, comfortably sitting on his comfy bed.

"No," he answered while holding two pillows and handed them to me.

“Eh? Don’t fool me,” I smirked.

“I am not playing with your little cat-fights tonight, Amanda. Let’s sleep in peace.”

I rolled my eyes. Boring.

“It’s okay to tell the truth, you know? I’m not your girlfriend and besides, you can’t fool me with saying you’ve never dated someone when you fucked me even after just barely knowing me.”

He looked at me as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Then he decided to ignore me.

I looked around his room and began to observe the guns hanging on the wall of his room. These are nice calibers of guns, are they loaded? I stood and toured myself in the corners of his rooms where furniture, paintings, and photo frames are hung neatly.

“Would you consider dating me seriously?” I asked out of nowhere. I took the opportunity to see his reaction and all I saw was his rested face.

Those reactions are already conversing what’s in his mind. I smirked.

"You were really just after sex huh," I murmured but I knew he heard it because of his signature sentence.

"What the hell, Amanda?"

"You told me you were always looking for me. That you desire me. If you wanted me that bad, I am willing to extend my stay here if you take me seriously." I crossed my arms with a conceited smile trying to annoy him.

Well, to tell you the truth, I am not sure either why I wanted to sleep here. It’s definitely not because of lust. I really can’t stop thinking about my triggered traumatic experience and somehow, even after killing several people, I am still afraid to stay alone in a room when those memories are reminisced.

I had no choice. I tried knocking on Maya, my maid’s room but I think she fell asleep with her earplugs on again.

He walked towards me and placed his palms on the wall, trapping me inside while he pierced me with his eyes. I cannot look at him directly because our faces are too close. I swallowed a little. He looks so damn hot it's hard to keep my cool.

"Would you date me if I asked you to?” he spoke mildly which bought a rasp tone in his voice.

"N-No!” I acted defensive out of instinct.

“Then, don’t tease me.” Pierre finally took himself away from me.

I looked away and bit my lower lip as I calmed myself. This time, I am defeated. How dare he use his charm!

“Then you don’t really like me right?”

“I cannot like anyone, Amanda.”

That’s not actually the answer I wanted to hear though. But those words brought me curiosity. Did he ever liked a person but suppressed his feelings?

“Because you’re a Mafia Leader?”

He sighed and gently nodded while he’s still busy setting up the bed and changing the sheets.

I get that his position also has cons. Even I, who’s just a mere assassin is not advised to boldly display my affection to friends, moreover a man I love. Because you’re also posing their lives in danger by showing your rivals your weakness. He’s a Mafia Leader. Even in his own organization, a power struggle happens and some people that he meets every day wants his head too.

He just stared at me with a poker face. I averted my gazes to the curtains being blown by the cold night breeze.

"Okay, I won't force you anymore. At least now I am certain."

I am now certain that he won’t keep me forever.

“I changed my sheets with ones made from silk. I saw a video online that cotton fabrics can be harsh on sensitive skins.”

I sneered with a sheepish smile, “Why are you acting like a caring lover now?”

“I just don’t want my money, which you used for your overpriced skincare products to be wasted.”

I chuckled as I heard those words. At least he lives with a beautiful woman, right? He looked at me with a smirk on his face, trying to suppress his laughter.

“You may sleep wherever side you want. I’ll go for a smoke first.”

I nodded as I looked at him walking towards his room’s balcony.

I laid down on the bed and covered my body with the blanket, leaving my head open. I chose the right side and faced Pierre’s back who’s busy puffing smokes while looking faraway.

Did I reminded him of a sad past? I somehow felt bad but now we’re even. But it’s strange that he didn’t show any signs of lust over my body despite staying here for several days and even sleeping in the same room with him tonight. His actions opposes his words when he pleaded me to stay here. Well, it’s actually a good thing.

He called someone in his phone, I could hear his voice but his words are not clear. In the end, the bed is too comfy to stay awake. I decided to sleep first and let the deities take care of what might happen to me inside this room.