Mafia's Art of Love

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ly waited in the crawling traffic. I sighed multiple times,

get back into the flow of traffic. A sleek gray car made a sudden stop in front of me, and before I cou

ked really expensive and I knew

rfectly tailored black suit came out of the car. His

n, then his sharp eyes fell on

! I... I'm so sorry," I stuttered an apolog

ellowed, walking towards me. "

ut that. It was an

e good at spoil

ou the right to insult me. You know it wasn't really

gnal to you when to stop. You w

, batting my lashes and hoping

on making this day worse than it had already begun. He just wanted t

You will be one hell of a lucky p

with a sharp tongue, talking about having a boss

your boss?

sly smirk tugging at the corners of his

of the car, taking matters into his hands. I rolled my ey

pened and a man stepped out, his expens

ped into the man, my face

three piece suit up to his face. My breath caught in my

ed black hair, high cheek bones, full bro

m that screamed power and da

a neat Italian accent, breaking me out of my

get a word that he said, but I knew I had to apologize

and I came to behold a pair of the mos

just what I needed. A careless driver with a worn out

sting from his arrogance, my initial fascin

id reason why I

. I also apologized to your driver. I... I don't hav

about I revoke your li

asn't having any of it. At first, I felt guilty but his attitude was s

I asked confidently, even when I knew my

d let you know

ike he was going to change his tone anytime soon. "Not like you would want to know but

parading the city with a damaged car. I'm

ing was an accident, and I believe you can fi

turned and walked away, confidently taking slow steps back

olice obviously. How could someone be so inconsiderate? I wanted t

his chiselled jaw tightening as he ended the call then

t a quick glare at me before getting

e to him. The way his expression changed when he received that phone call was what really got m

r, an arrogant one at tha

iting but it didn't respond. That man was righ

ed up, and the engine roared to life. I

at the art gallery where I worked as a secretary was tonight. They would be exhibiting some of

pencil began to move effortlessly across the paper, gradually capturing the world outside the window;

r from this morning. Fully absorbed in my creativity, I began to sketch, and didn't even realize I was drawin

ce still be so f

ct his various facial expressions; his haughtiness and even the little sting of vulnerabil

it tightly in my lap. Out of all the inspirations in the wo

the couch, walking back to the bedside table to return the sk