"Don't come closer." I said, moving away from him in fear. My heart beat in trepidation as I stared at the men he had just shot in front of me, lying in a pool of blood. "Let me explain, Emily." He pleaded but I didn't want to hear him. He is Alejandro Russo. The man that everyone avoided. All this while, I thought he was just an ordinary man named Alejandro. A man who loved to read novels just like me but I was wrong. "I won't hurt you." He said, but I shook my head. All I wanted was to run far away from him. He is nothing but a monster. A cold-blooded monster. My father always told me to stay away from the mafia because they were dangerous and I couldn't believe I had fallen in love with one. ā What happens when she finds out that the person she fell in love with is no other than the mafia? An enemy her father is solely against? Find out in this suspense-filled romantic mafia novel about the journey of Emily Garcia and the ruthless Alejandro Russo.
Tears rolled down my cheek profusely as I hugged my knees. I feel betrayed. It hurts so much that I cannot take it. He lied to me. Everything with him has been a lie all this while.
He is a Mafia but I never knew. When I first met him, he looks like every normal men and the best part of it was, he loves to read book.
It was an instant connection and attraction from the both of us but when I found out my real identity, it felt as if my whole world came crashing down.
How did I find out? Let me tell you how it all started.
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"No, no, no; you are doing it all wrong." My ballet instructor Gigi huffed. She walked over to me and adjusted my hands, "Keep your hands light but firm. You should be doing an arabesque. Au lieu de cela, Vous Vous debates comme un poulet."
(Instead, you thrash about like a chicken)
Gigi has been my ballet coach since the first minute I took an interest in it. Her dark hair is always pulled in a chignon at the base of her neck and she has sharp hazel eyes that can bore into your soul.
She used to be a dancer at the Paris Opera but a bad injury to her back ruined her career. Now she trains girls like me; a lot of people don't like her because she comes across as mean and bitter but she is just a perfectionist.
"Je suis desole, Gigi." I mumbled sheepishly, she hasn't reprimanded me like this in years and I feel bad for upsetting her.
(I'm sorry Gigi)
She sighed, "Come here," I dropped the pose and made my way over to her, "What's wrong? You are usually my star student; what happened to you today?"
"I'm just a bit out of it today, that's all."
"Well, I think you are done for today."
"But-,"
"Don't interrupt me, girl," she held up a finger, "Go take a shower and go home. If you practice like this then you will hurt yourself."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," she told me, "Just make sure that when you come back; you are at your best. Understood?"
"Yes, Gigi."
"Good, now go take a shower; you smell like a Parisian sewer."
I stifled my laugh and hurried over to the studio showers. An advantage of having a one-on-one class is that the showers are always empty and I can take my time.
I took a long hot shower and changed into leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. I don't have my blow dryer with me so I settled for towel drying my hair and pulling it up into a ponytail.
"Au revoir, Gigi," I called out.
(Goodbye)
"Au revoir mon Ć©tudiant vedette; prends soin de toi."
(Goodbye my star student; take care of yourself)
When Gigi first started teaching me she would speak nothing but French. I was so upset but she told me that if I was not willing to learn French then I should get out of her studio. A lot of people would say that is a mean thing to say to a five-year-old but it helped.
Now, I am proud to say that I am perfectly fluent. I stepped out of the studio and debated on going home now or finding somewhere to bide my time.
The latter won out and after putting my duffel bag in the car, I found myself at the door of Tina's CafƩ. I found it when I was still in college and they make the best lattes and scones.
I paid for my coffee and scones but frowned when I couldn't find an empty seat. It's not uncommon for the cafƩ to be busy but I have never seen it this full. I was about to leave when I noticed an empty seat at the back.
I made my way over and slowed when I noticed a man sitting just opposite. It's no wonder people aren't sitting here, he has serious 'get away from me vibes'.
His hair is as black as night and I can't see his eyes because they are hidden in the pages of a book- a familiar book.
"Hi," I said softly, "Is this seat taken?"
He looked up and my breath hitched- he is beautiful. His face looks like it could have been sculpted from marble; with his sharp jawline and cheekbones and not to mention the intensity behind his dark eyes. It is almost like his eyes are searing into my skin.
"Not at all," his voice was like gravel and I forced myself to swallow as I took the seat opposite him.
"That's a nice book." I said not wanting him to ignore me for the book, "I read it a few months back."
He was holding a copy of 'The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene.
"I haven't gone so far in."
"It's heartbreaking but it's a good read," I told him, starting a conversation when I warned myself not to.
"So I heard," he stated, "Did you cry when you read it?"
I flushed pink at his words and nodded, "In my defense, I wasn't expecting the plot twist. You'll be surprised to see that you cry as well."
"I sincerely doubt that." He replied.
"Hmm. That's what some people said at first but ended up getting emotional," I replied, recalling how Steven, a friend of mine had lied about not getting emotional while reading the book until his younger sister Allison ratted him out and even showed a video she secretly took of him in that state.
"What's your name?" He asked suddenly and my brow rose slightly.
"Emilia; but you can just call me Emily."
"Well Emily," he began, "I'm Alejandro and it's nice to meet you. Also, I'm not like other people," he replied.
At that moment, our eyes met for some seconds and I felt a jolt of electricity run down my spine.
I immediately looked away, "Are you Spanish?"
"Oui," he replied.
"I could guess that from your name," I told him with a smile on my face.
"And you? Emilia is an Italian name is it not?" He asked, sounding interested.
"I'm not Italian," I chuckled, "My mum is a fan of books and she named me after Emily Bronte."
"Is she the reason you started to read?"
"Yes; she would read me stories in bed and while other girls got makeup as gifts, I would get tons of books."
"Did you want makeup?" He asked and I gasped.
"Hell no," I laughed, "I love to read."
"I can tell. I also love to read books when I'm not being me," he replied and I curled my lips to the side, wondering what he meant by that but didn't ask more about the meaning of his statement.
"Well it is refreshing to find me in the company of a fellow reader," he remarked
"No offense; but if I didn't see you with that book then I would have never guessed that you love to read," I told him the truth and I wouldn't have spoken to him.
"Looks can be deceiving; remember that princess."
My cheeks flushed crimson at the nickname and he smirked at my reaction.
The book is his hand falling on the table and I stretched my hands to get it for him, an action I did without thinking and my hand grazed him just as I reached for the book and it felt like the most perfect thing ever. His fingers stroked small circles over the back of my palm and butterflies exploded in my belly.
"What's your favorite read of the year?" he asked, effectively snapping me out of my thoughts, "I might just be looking for something to read when I'm done with this one."
"That's a really hard question. I... would have... to think about it." I stuttered, trying to comfort myself.
"Well, you can always tell me when you figure it out." He dug into his pocket and took out his phone, "If I have your number then you can just text me."
Even though it was a bit difficult, I took his phone with my left hand and punched it with my digits. I'm not ready for him to let go of my hand yet.
"I'll shoot you a text so you can save my number."
"I'll be sure to do that."
We continued to converse. We spoke about the books we have read and it turns out most of them he has read, and I have read them too. I do not know for how long we have been talking but I could care less and I was enjoying speaking to him.
His phone buzzed and he let out a small curse.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go." He said and disappointment filled me.
"It's okay; I should probably be heading home anyway," I replied.
"I wouldn't mind dropping you off at home."
"It's okay; my driver waits for me in front of the ballet studio." I cringed when I realized what I just said, "I sound like an entitled princess, don't I?"
"Not at all," he assured me as he led me to my feet, "Come; let's not keep your driver waiting."
I picked up my coffee that I did not end up drinking and my bag of scones and followed him out the door.
That was how our relationship began.
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