DAYS OF LUST WITH THE MAFIA BOSS

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t into an office to discuss the security details for the museum. Now alone, I found myself walki

ield. The thin brushstrokes lined out every detail, the colors created a vivid

ural, and radiant.

e objects and figures painted on the canvas were not something one

sm? Or mayb

it was minimalistic. Not colorful, but plain. It's boring, I thought to myself as I stared at the black can

e canvas was slightly protruding from its frame, almost like it was removed. It was strange, the p

s when I saw the odd man in black from earlier. He made brief eye con

h. After much contemplation and arguments within myself, I decided to make a gen

said while nodding towards the

distance, as he then turned to gaze at me, but decided

timid smile as to fill in the void between us,

side. I had hoped that this reticent man would put the other features of his face to use,

ruly emba

e with earlier?" he asked abru

self while my eyes widened with s

impatience and irritab

words from slipping through my lips. I crossed my arms over my chest, tilted my head up to catc

room showing a new employee

arted walking towards the office that Mr. Smith had entered earlier. I stared at his bac

s to myself, but calmed as I now stood alone with a statue who had a more

d over my shoulder and smiled, seeing that the expre

ffee with me? There is a café j

I was unsure of going out with someone that I had just

nt often, I'm sure you'll enjoy it

ls, had caught our attention. I glanced through the window of the office door and noticed Mr. Smith and the ill-manne

ick, seeing that instead of curiosity

ould get going," he answered and immediatel

e chance to catch my breath as my five-foot-seven height st

ou'd like, I'll p

breath and feeling embarrassed that my ha

e grinned and

do," I replied while eyeing the

café, you can rest while I handle our order," he said with a light chuckl

ant to make sure that no one steals those seats," I jested while

though, I had found it to be quite odd that he would choose this lonely c

breath of fresh air compared to my encounter with that unpleasant man from earlier. I had wanted to forget about tha

he held in his hands, and denying my help once I saw him struggling. What a silly man, I thought in am

ed once he successful

et, so I bought you some cornetti." H

s well, I not

ully and wasted no time to

be enjoyable, but he caught my attention as he scrunch

but the Italians can never do anything right. Not strong enough, i

ing you're not from here if you're makin

s," he muffled out while t

.." I trailed on,

ried to learn the language," he answered and looke

ou move her

got here," he replied and I nodded my head slowly, no

asked in my silence while noddin

id with a laugh as I was pu

d with a smirk, seeing that he eyed my ic

even told him about my studies at the university. He had asked what encouraged me to pursue art history, and I couldn't help but think back to my mother

him about the accident, that she is no longer here; that she is dead. Instead, I told him about how lovely she was, how

blue eyes as I finished talking about

s own family, but I was pulled away from

you live?"

tion was unexpected, but noticing my per

ting late, I can walk

ng dark as the sun was starting to set, casti

need to go back to the office to grab some

th you, if yo

f the museum. Finally, after struggling to keep up with his strides once ag

tside," he said, taki

a moment," I replied and

he fluorescent lights were dimmed and the corridors were no long

me called out. I turned towards the receptio

was alone" I laughed nervously with a rac

st wanted to inform you that the museum will

left behind in the office and I promise I will

She returned a kind nod as I awkwa

woman, her smile almost reminded me of

longer at work than she needed to. Once I gathered my papers and read over the lis

ingle sound during the seconds that passed by, I quietly exited the room and started to walk down the hall. Expecting to see her delightful f

she was there. Nothing. I then listened for her heels walking against the h

instantly stopped when I noticed a dark substa

I said faintly,

as I walked closer, not knowing what I was going

ook a deep breath as I peered over the counter. My eyes were pulled towa

feless body that lied before me. This was no longer Mrs. Jackson. What is a hu

o give out beneath me at any second. The rest of my limbs had soon follow

d not

ld no

ld no

ld on

saw, and

ees came in contact with the dark red viscous blood. My hand lightly found its way towa

r my breath, feeling m

ged to croak out

kson nee

!" I yel

wn my leg from the ends of my skirt, and I looked around the gallery

trick looked at me in horror once he n

side of my brow. Blood is on my hands, and now my face, I gripped my hair in frustration and fear. Her

ned me worriedly, but I couldn't bring myself to

as his eyes roamed over my body frant

he one who

son," I br

the desk and his eyes found wh

to help he

r family. You need to help her. We can s

to stay calm. She is dead; there is nothing we

ide of his suit. I stared at the man in terror and stumbled away as my mind raced with thoug

and forced me to kneel beside him, behind the de

said in a stern voice while pee

nervously asked him while tea

h a single word that had only

here. I have to ch

each out to him as I stared at the dead body beside me. Suddenly, the

. I desperately wanted to escape, but my feeble legs and heavy heart had kept me a