Half Of The Mafia Man (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8*

“What happened?” I looked at Sean through the mirror and tied the bathrobe around my body. He walked in and stood behind me, waiting for my answer.

“Do you care?” I asked knowing that Angelica has defended herself already, and anything I said in the next few minutes will be useless.

“No, I don’t. I just thought you would like to defend yourself,” I smirked and turned to him.

“I wouldn’t,” I told him and walked to the bedroom, and he followed me. The glasses were gone, either Sean took them, or Angelica came in here and took them herself. And when did she even come in her for her glasses to be under my bed?

“Come on, Willow,” I turned to him and raised an eyebrow. “I’m choking here,” I rolled my eyes and went to the balcony. He followed me still. He stood behind me in silence.
“What happened to your forehead?” he finally asked, I shrugged and he walked behind me. Hugging me, I could feel him on me. I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and stared at the couples on the beach. His fingers dug into my waist causing my back to involuntarily arch.

“Someone hit my face,” I told him and he released me and then turned me to him.

“Who?”

“My highest bid is your girlfriend.”

“Angel?”

“More like the devil,” I commented and he chuckled before pulling away from me. He looked at people below us and looked at me, his facial features softening. He is a beautiful creature.

“You just have to get to know her. She's not that bad,” I rolled my eyes and he pulled me closer to him before resting his head on my shoulder again. We fit together so perfectly.

“She is a crackhead,” I told him and he laughed, glad I could be amusing to someone.

“What are you thinking?” he asked and I rolled my eyes, pulling away from him. I turned to the beach and a familiar face appeared, I forgot where I saw the man. He looked into my eyes as if knowing my thoughts. He smiled and looked in the distance. I followed his eyes and saw the hooded man. He waved and I stared at him.

“Sean, there he is.”

“Who?”

“The hooded man.”

“Where?” Sean asked and I pointed at the man. Sean looked where my finger was pointing before he took off running out of the room. I stared at the man who made a gun with his finger and ‘fired’ it at me. The moment he released his hand, a small stone hit the glass behind me. I looked at the familiar man and that was when I remembered.
He was dad’s enemy, the only man who hated dad more than dad hated himself.

“I will hunt your blood one by one. Starting with the one you love most,” he had said. I stared at him and he made a death motion with his hand before he pointed at the hooded man, I looked to where he was pointing but found no one. When I tried to look back, he was nowhere to be found along with the hooded man. Sean was also looking around while I stressed about how my death is so near. But I am not ready to die. I turned to Sean and he was looking at a paper, I walked back inside the bedroom and went t the closet, putting on my tights with an oversized shirt, I walked to the kitchen and found Sean pacing up and down.

“Do you know that man?” he turned to me and I ignored him, I was the one who asked him that, and now he is interrogating me. How mad is this man?

“He asked you a question,” Angelica said and I walked to Sean, glaring into his eyes. He sighed and looked away, gripping the paper in his hand, I took it from him and looked at it.

“Do you trust her?” I stared at the paper and then at Sean, he was doubting me. Of course, I would doubt myself too. I’m a stranger he just married.

“Are you trustworthy, Willow?” he asked and I chuckled going to sit next to Bradley who looked like he was waiting for the next order from Sean.

“Am I?” I looked at Sean who pulled his gun out and pointed it at me. I looked into his eyes then as the trigger, he was just scaring me, his finger was not on the trigger. I walked to him and rested my head on the tip of the gun.

“Shoot me and ask questions later,” I said and he was about to put the gun down when I held it in position the fixed his finger on the trigger.

“What the hell, Willow?” he asked and I got even closer to the gun.

“With what?” I asked, deep down my stomach was playing backflips. I felt like running and hiding under the mat.

“What did he mean? Should I trust you?” I chuckled and he stared at me, putting his hand down.

“You shouldn’t. Not until you know what I did to survive.”

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