I never thought that the man who used to look at me with love would one day tell me that he is regretting the day we met. The warmth in his eyes will be transformed into anger and resentment. I would witness him killing people. That I would find out that the sweet man I fell for is actually a very dangerous Mafia boss who scare the hell out of the world. The look in his eyes when he kills is something which I would feel hard to forget. That one day, he has the ability to scare the hell out of me. And the sweet man I know never existed. That was all an act which he put on in front of the world.
My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago.... In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look imposing in his black slacks. He is none other than the Mafia boss of the Nividea. Nividean islands are a group of several islands nearby the US. He rules these Islands with an iron fist. And to say that these Islands provide most of the high end and very expensive minerals to the world would be an understatement. He is known as 'The boss'. The most powerful, most ruthless man the mafia world has ever seen so far. He killed the previous boss of these Islands under a minute before taking his place as 'The Boss'. No one knows how he looks and who he is. He prefers to keep it that way. With his short hairstyle in the sides and the back, but long hair near the front, Sharp nose, a well maintained short and hot beard, and simple clothes to match, he looked stylish and trendy. No one would even think that he is the most feared Mafia boss of Nividea, scarier than anyone in the history so far, not even his mentor Luca Vitiello can compare to how cunning and cold hearted this young man is. His two brothers are much better when compared to him. He changes colours like a chamilion, confusing and scaring his enemies. He could kill anyone with the scariest smile on his lips. His kills are clean and detached. He kills his enemies as easily as he squash a bug without any mercy. "Boss, it's all set. We have enrolled you in the Chicago University as the senior student. That's the same school where Miss Hera is enrolled at" his underboss Andro shared. The boss gave him a crisp nod of acknowledgement. But his underboss didn't leave immediately. He wanted to remind his boss that he cannot go to school like a regular student and it's not safe for him. But he couldn't conjure enough courage to speak. So like the loyal servant that he is, he decided to tell everything to His Boss's elder brother instead. "Boss, your brother is on the call" he handed over the mobile phone. His boss turned his head sideways and gave a look at his underboss. He knows why his brother is calling. Andro looked scared, but still handed over the mobile to his boss. "Brother" the boss answered. "Kyle, what am I hearing? You enrolled yourself in the Chicago University?" Matteo Gonsalves demanded from the other end. Kyle smirked. He loves his brother very much. But he could only show his love the way he knows how, with guns. Matteo Gonsalves is not his brother by blood. But a brother by loyalty and dedication. "Yes" he replied, but didn't elaborate. Matteo rubbed his temples feeling tired. He is currently sitting in Hera's humble home after saving it from the bank. "You graduated from Yale as the top student of your class. Why do you want to come here and study again?" he asked. Kyle is of no nonsense type. He doesn't like speaking just for the sake of it. But when he speaks, it means he decided and there is no changing his decision. "You just recovered from such a huge injury, and you refused all of us from even visiting you. Do you know how worried we were about you?" Kyle spoke up, showing a hint of affection which he usually never show anyone else. He is not pleased by his brother's decision either. Matteo rubbed his wound absently, remembering how he got fooled by a woman. Matteo felt guilty, but he didn't want to face his family in such a miserable situation either. He was fooled once, and he is not planning to leave it just like that. "Kyle, please don't tell me that you are coming here for me" Matteo knows how Kyle is. He also knows what Kyle is capable of. If there is a person in this world who can even scare Matteo, then that would be Kyle when he is upset. Kyle smirked. A very sinister smirk which is a promise to kill everyone who dared to hurt his brother. "If you think that I would leave the bit*h who almost killed you, then you are delusional. She will die, and I will protect you from every b*tch out there" he promised darkly. Matteo felt very uncomfortable when he heard this. He knows Kyle will create a blood bath if he comes here. He doesn't want that to happen. "Kyle, you know I am capable of handling my business. If you come here and touch anyone whom you shouldn't touch, then mark my words, this is the last time we will speak with each other" Matteo threatened with the only weapon he knows which can affect his younger brother. Kyle clenched his fists with anger. "You can't do that" he muttered angrily, showing for the first time that he is indeed affected. Matteo smirked happily, thinking that his plan worked perfectly. "This is how it works. Just like how you hate me and dad meddling in your business, I hate it too. You know that" he reminded his younger brother. Kyle remained quiet. That made Matteo restless. His silence is scarier than his words. "Please tell me that you changed your mind " he requested his brother. Now it's Kyle's turn to smirk. "No" he replied with finality. Matteo is frustrated. Out of all the people, he knows that he cannot stop Kyle. So he decided to control him to a certain extent instead. "Fine, if you come here, then you will be just one of the students. You go to your classes, play ball, flirt with chicks, party, and do all the stuff which kids these days would do. But the moment your identity as 'The Boss' comes out, I will kick you out of my territory" Matteo threatened. Kyle knows when to pick his fights. If he decides to kill, not even Matteo can stop him. Even Matteo knows that. But Matteo also knows that Kyle would never disrespect his brother in his own territory like that. So he agreed, reluctantly. "I will not meddle in your business. But you cannot stop me from protecting you, in whichever way I see fit" he placed a condition of his own. Matteo sighed. He knows this is the extent he could push Kyle. Take this or nothing. "Fine" Matteo muttered before disconnecting the call. Kyle didn't turn his head, but could feel the displeasure of his underboss. "You ratted about me to my brother?" he asked evenly, which made Andro look terrified. "Boss, that, I..." he stumbled over his words, but couldn't lie. "You will stay here and look after the business in my stead. You will not be coming with me. Call Carlos and tell him that I need him in Chicago" Kyle knows what would punish his underboss more. This will hurt him more than any physical punishment. Exactly like Kyle knows, Andro became pale feeling helpless."She is my daughter. Take her and clear my debt like you promised" Paul Anderson roughly pushed his young and beautiful daughter Serra towards Robert Jenkins. Serra was shocked and scared. She stumbled and fell near Robert Jenkins feet. The man who is easily older than her father. She looked at Paul with shock. Nothing is making any sense to her. She is not the most beautiful girl in the room. Her too big glasses and her braces would not agree. Still, she doesn't know why her father is doing this and how these people are taking her away from her father. "Dad? What is happening here?" she asked shakily. Fear and confusion evident in her tone. Paul is a single parent and is a gambling addict. Serra's mother left them when Serra was just five years old. Serra had to grow up faster than her age, because Paul used to forget often that he has a young daughter at home whom he needs to feed. But she never thought that he would sell her off like this. Paul ignored his daughter, and so did
"We are sorry Ms. Johnson, it's been a month since the classes started for the freshman. So all the dorm rooms have been allotted to other students. As we didn't get any mail from you, we just assumed that you might not join us this semester. We can try to accommodate you the next semester for a dorm room. You can attend your classes this semester though. But I am afraid you have to find a place to stay for now" the student coordinator of the Chicago University said with a hint of pity. Serra's shoulders slumped feeling dejected. She escaped from that hell, but its effects are still haunting her. "Here is your class schedule for this semester" the coordinator handed over some papers to help Serra to catch up with the concepts she missed so far. "Thank you" despite her situation, Serra thanked the coordinator before leaving the campus. Once outside the campus, she found a bus station and sat there alone holding her luggage. So many people walked past her, and every one ignored her.
The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age. "What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself.His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered h
Serra found herself feeling out of place. The kids in the school are all looking at her strangely. Because neither her clothes nor her appearance look appealing. Her clothes are old and washed one too many times. Her hair is pulled out into a bun. Her glasses kept slipping past her nose constantly. "Oh my gosh, who is she? Doesn't she look like a scarecrow?" one of the kids commented, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Serra was never pretty. She always preferred to stay alone, because she was constantly bullied even in high school. Now, surrounded by so many people who are all strangers, and look like models, she started to feel intimidated and scared. "She is so ugly" "Oh my, was she thinking that it's Halloween and dressed up as a witch?" "She will give nightmares if we look at her at night" As their comments became bolder and cruel, Serra rushed away from there and hid herself in one of the ladies washrooms. She pulled her glasses away and wiped at her tea
"You were crying" it is an observation. Serra hastily shook her head, but couldn't find her voice. Kyle narrowed his gaze on her ugly glasses which are covering her beautiful eyes from the world. He simply pulled her glasses off and threw them into the nearby trash can with one clean throw. Serra was stunned. "Hey, that was the only pair I own" she protested and tried to fetch them back. But he grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her out of the bathroom without giving her a chance to take them back. "You don't need them. They look better in the trashcan than on you. Let's go. I will take you to your first class" with that said, he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He is sweaty from his football practice session. His hair is wet, along with his sleeveless Jersey. He is filled with a woodsy masculine odour, which teased her senses."You stink" she mumbled under her breath, not at all liking his bossy attitude. But still grateful that he is taking her to her class ins
"Sorry, I was distracted" Serra confessed feeling embarrassed. Kyle grinned mischievously. "You are so distracted just by looking at me that you burned your finger?" he teased her. He found himself loving the red tint of her cheeks when he teased her. She blushed at his words. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen so far, and it's not easy to avert her gaze from him. But today she is not distracted by his handsomeness. "No no, I was thinking about what happened today on campus" she shared. He frowned. Being bullied on her first day is not a memorable incident. So he gathered that she might not be thinking about that. "What happened?" he inquired casually. He leaned casually on the wall beside him and folded his arms. The simple move made his biceps bulge, showing his impressive muscles. "After my class today, almost everyone wanted to know how I know you. The same people who said that I might give them nightmares approached me to talk about you" she shared. He
"Sorry, I was distracted" Serra confessed feeling embarrassed. Kyle grinned mischievously. "You are so distracted just by looking at me that you burned your finger?" he teased her. He found himself loving the red tint of her cheeks when he teased her. She blushed at his words. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen so far, and it's not easy to avert her gaze from him. But today she is not distracted by his handsomeness. "No no, I was thinking about what happened today on campus" she shared. He frowned. Being bullied on her first day is not a memorable incident. So he gathered that she might not be thinking about that. "What happened?" he inquired casually. He leaned casually on the wall beside him and folded his arms. The simple move made his biceps bulge, showing his impressive muscles. "After my class today, almost everyone wanted to know how I know you. The same people who said that I might give them nightmares approached me to talk about you" she shared. He
"You were crying" it is an observation. Serra hastily shook her head, but couldn't find her voice. Kyle narrowed his gaze on her ugly glasses which are covering her beautiful eyes from the world. He simply pulled her glasses off and threw them into the nearby trash can with one clean throw. Serra was stunned. "Hey, that was the only pair I own" she protested and tried to fetch them back. But he grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her out of the bathroom without giving her a chance to take them back. "You don't need them. They look better in the trashcan than on you. Let's go. I will take you to your first class" with that said, he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He is sweaty from his football practice session. His hair is wet, along with his sleeveless Jersey. He is filled with a woodsy masculine odour, which teased her senses."You stink" she mumbled under her breath, not at all liking his bossy attitude. But still grateful that he is taking her to her class ins
Serra found herself feeling out of place. The kids in the school are all looking at her strangely. Because neither her clothes nor her appearance look appealing. Her clothes are old and washed one too many times. Her hair is pulled out into a bun. Her glasses kept slipping past her nose constantly. "Oh my gosh, who is she? Doesn't she look like a scarecrow?" one of the kids commented, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Serra was never pretty. She always preferred to stay alone, because she was constantly bullied even in high school. Now, surrounded by so many people who are all strangers, and look like models, she started to feel intimidated and scared. "She is so ugly" "Oh my, was she thinking that it's Halloween and dressed up as a witch?" "She will give nightmares if we look at her at night" As their comments became bolder and cruel, Serra rushed away from there and hid herself in one of the ladies washrooms. She pulled her glasses away and wiped at her tea
The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age. "What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself.His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered h
"We are sorry Ms. Johnson, it's been a month since the classes started for the freshman. So all the dorm rooms have been allotted to other students. As we didn't get any mail from you, we just assumed that you might not join us this semester. We can try to accommodate you the next semester for a dorm room. You can attend your classes this semester though. But I am afraid you have to find a place to stay for now" the student coordinator of the Chicago University said with a hint of pity. Serra's shoulders slumped feeling dejected. She escaped from that hell, but its effects are still haunting her. "Here is your class schedule for this semester" the coordinator handed over some papers to help Serra to catch up with the concepts she missed so far. "Thank you" despite her situation, Serra thanked the coordinator before leaving the campus. Once outside the campus, she found a bus station and sat there alone holding her luggage. So many people walked past her, and every one ignored her.
"She is my daughter. Take her and clear my debt like you promised" Paul Anderson roughly pushed his young and beautiful daughter Serra towards Robert Jenkins. Serra was shocked and scared. She stumbled and fell near Robert Jenkins feet. The man who is easily older than her father. She looked at Paul with shock. Nothing is making any sense to her. She is not the most beautiful girl in the room. Her too big glasses and her braces would not agree. Still, she doesn't know why her father is doing this and how these people are taking her away from her father. "Dad? What is happening here?" she asked shakily. Fear and confusion evident in her tone. Paul is a single parent and is a gambling addict. Serra's mother left them when Serra was just five years old. Serra had to grow up faster than her age, because Paul used to forget often that he has a young daughter at home whom he needs to feed. But she never thought that he would sell her off like this. Paul ignored his daughter, and so did
I never thought that the man who used to look at me with love would one day tell me that he is regretting the day we met. The warmth in his eyes will be transformed into anger and resentment. I would witness him killing people. That I would find out that the sweet man I fell for is actually a very dangerous Mafia boss who scare the hell out of the world. The look in his eyes when he kills is something which I would feel hard to forget. That one day, he has the ability to scare the hell out of me. And the sweet man I know never existed. That was all an act which he put on in front of the world.My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago....In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look