Too Late For The Mafia's Boss LoveChapter 1 Lost The Child
"I'll do as you say. I'll come back to take over the company, but you can't interfere with any of my decisions."
"Fine. As long as you come back, the company is yours to run," replied the person on the other end of the call.
My hand trembled as I ended the call. At that moment, my eyes stopped at the black stockings which I found at the bedside of my bedroom.
It was a mocking reminder of the chemistry my boyfriend of eight years, Christopher Wilson, had with his secretary, Scarlett Anderson.
I took a deep breath and reluctantly turned my orbs towards the gauze wrapped around my arm. I could see blood, it was slightly seeping through it.
Meanwhile, the events of the afternoon played on a loop in my mind. I was walking through the alley near the market.
A black SUV halted in front of me. Before I could comprehend the situation, a few men carrying a gun came out.
Their cold eyes and matching tattoos told me they belonged to the Russo Mafia Group, one of Christopher’s fiercest rivals.
"You thought you could run from us?" one of them shouted at the top of their lungs. When I didn't say anything, he slapped me hard. The sudden action was enough to make me stagger into the wall.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about!" I mumbled, taking a deep breath. Then my hand subconsciously cradled my stomach.
But they didn’t care.
One of them grabbed my wrist and twisted it painfully. Meanwhile, another one pushed me to the ground.
Within seconds, my groceries scattered across the ground. As I tried to push myself up, the barrel of a gun pressed against my temple.
“This is what happens when Christopher Wilson doesn't keep his promises. If he won't stop, you’ll pay,” the man growled.
It was then I spotted the familiar black SUV car pulling into the street. Christopher was inside his secretary in the passenger seat. I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate.
"Help me!"
Although Christopher glanced at me for a brief moment through the window. His expression didn’t change.
Instead, he turned to his secretary and covered her ears, as if he was trying to shield her from danger.
"Don’t listen, don’t look, or you’ll have nightmares tonight," he said coolly.
Then the car window rolled up, and he sped away.
I was left there alone. Tears started flowing down my cheeks. The men didn’t hesitate.