[ She’s The Mafia’s Sweetheart ]
Written BY: Nuella Emerald
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀- 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝒏 𝑨 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕.
” WHAT!?” We all chorused in shock immediately dad announced the theft of our treasured heirloom, the Emerald Stone.
Dad then feebly walks to the couch engulfed in grief and sadness, he just lost his priced posession due to my carelessness, his sadness can never be overemphasized. He cowers to sit then lowers his body as he buries his head in his palms.
” But how were the assasins able to get past security without the code.” Karissa asks and I immediately hid my face away from my family’s eye as I bit my lower lip in nervousness and the fear of how I’m going to be severely chided after my family learns of my careless actions occupied my being.
How will I admit that I’m the main cause of the theft of our heirloom? Dad will never forgive me, in fact he may disown me once he learns of it. I got drunk and had fun at the ball then ended up carelessly misplacing my purse at the expense of our Emerald Stone which is worth billion of dollars. How could I be so stupid?
” Isabella? Is there something we need to know?” Mum asks with an akimbo stance and a suspicious demeanor. Everyone turned and fixed their gaze on me immediately after mum’s question.
A cloud of intense high strung nervousness enveloped me as I contemplated on how I’d tell my family I lost the list of security codes.
” I lost- I lost the. . .I lost my purse contaning the list of security codes at the ball.” I summoned courage to confess and there was a vivid look of surprise on everyone’s face, especially mum’s.
” How could you be so careless Bella?”
” I’m sorry mum, I was drunk and carried away. I can’t even remember where I had lost it.”
” I saw her frolicking around with some hot dude. He must’ve been the reason why she was so carried away.” Karissa adds with folded arms.
” Your carelessness cost us the family’s heirloom, our pride, our prized possession. I expected more discipline from you Isabella.” Mum chides vehemently and I wince as the tone of mum’s now heated and furious voice lands on my skin.
” I’m sorry.” I whimper.
” You sorrys won’t bring back the Emerald Stone Bella. You threw away the pride of this family because of youthful fun? You disappointed me Bella.” Dad snaps furiously as he swiftly rises up from the couch pointing and looking at me in a stern manner. He then looks down at me in disgust then walks upstairs in the fit of his rage.
” Please calm down dear.” Mum pacifies dad and trails after him.
After a while of dead silence, Karissa takes a glance at the corpses then cringes before she walks upstairs but not without giving me a bad glare. Caleb walks over to where I stood and throws his arm over my shoulder then brings me closer to himself.
” Don’t worry kiddo. Don’t beat yourself up, mistake happen. It’s not the end of the world, at least your family is safe.” Caleb consoles me in solace as he rubs my shoulders with the arm thrown over it. I force out a faint smile amidst my tears and I nod. I turn and hug him.
He disengages from the hug then pats me on the back before going upstairs as well. Left alone with the metallic stench of blood oozing out from the corpses, I trudge feebly to the couch and plump myself unto the couch then let my tears flow down freely.
All this wouldn’t have happened if dickhead Zane didn’t send me that spiteful text at the party, I wouldn’t have agreed to dance and get wild with Ryder had it been he didn’t send me that text. It’s all Zane’s fault.
” Blame everybody but yourself.” A popular sarcastic saying pops in my memory and I sigh. I shouldn’t blame Zane for my mistakes, it was entirely my fault.
Not only has my carelessness cost us the family’s heirloom but it also left to the death of four innocent girls. Sigh.
I stood by the glass rail that barriered the front terrace of my house. I had a blue mug containing hot coffee in my hand with my attention fixed on the brunette mailman walking from house to house with his bag filled with mail cards delivering maiils and packagaes. I occasionally looked away from the mailman to take a sip from my mug of coffee, after which I resumed the activity of keenly watching the mailman do his job dilligently .
The theft and assasination incident caused a deep scar on my mental health. Living at that mansion became hell for me, in fact my whole life became a total mess. I developed insomnia which was caused by the constant nightmares I had and they always involved those corpses; I can’t seem to get the image of those dead bodies out of my head.
I couldn’t be free around the house anymore because I always had the feeling that imminent danger was lurking around and someone may probably break into the house again and hurt me or worse. I became depressed because my heart was always heavied with the feeling of guilt as I continuously blamed myself for all that happened.
I spent two weeks at my family’s mansion after the incident. My family noticed my depression and had me see a therapist and a psychologist. I was told to leave the mansion and move away to a faraway neighborhood and engage in fun activities to get the trauma out of my system.
Well, it’s been three weeks since I moved out of my family’s mansion and so far so good, I’ve been gradually recovering from the mental trauma I was put into for two weeks. I moved into a two bedroom duplex in a serene new neighborhood in Manhattan and everything has been nice and smooth ever since.
I see that mailman heading towards my house and I furrow my brows. I’m not expecting any package from anyone neither any mail. My friends can never send me mails when they can easily give me a phone call or send a text, this isn’t 1960 for Christ’s sake! Phones exist. So why on earth will the mailman be heading to my house?
My doorbell rings and I assume it’s the mailman. I take a sip out of my coffee then hurriedly leave the terrace and walked briskly to the door to answer to the doorbell.
I dropped the mug of coffee in my hand on the side table next to the couch then I twist the door knob and open the door revealing the mailman with a cheerful smile on his face.
” Hi. Good Morning.” The mailman greets.
” Hey.” I replied with a smile.
” There’s a package for you miss.” The mailman states then reaches for his big bag them brings out a rectangular shaped case wrapped in brown papper with a bow on top and a tag sticking out of it.
Who must’ve sent me a package?
I collected the package from the mailman and then he brought out a small book and pen from his bag.
” Sign here miss.” He says and I put the package underneath my left arm then sign in my signature at the designated spot with my right hand.
” Thanks.” I appreciate him as he puts the stationaries back into his bag then he smiles in reply.
” Have a good day miss.” He bades then turns to leave. I shut the door then remove the package from underneath my arm and walk to the couch and sit on it.
I read the tag and find out the package was from Zane, what the fudge? The tag read “XOXO, love from Zane.” with a kiss sticker beside it.
I roll my eyes then tear off the ribbon and part of the brown paper followed as well. I tear off the remaining part of the brown paper revealing a small white box. Curious of what might be inside, I open the box to see a golden necklace with a heart pendant attached to it, my name crested on the pendant in bold italic calligraph.
I pick up the necklace and examine it, it looks quite expensive and of good quality. I noticed a note inside the white box as well. I huff and set down the pendant necklace on the couch then pick up the note and read it.
” I’m so sorry for the harsh words I said to you via text Bella. I was drunk that day and I didn’t know when I typed down that hurtful message to you. I’m so sorry for cheating on you my love, I cut ties with Ava completely and I’m only for you dear. I’m sorry for forcing you to have sex with me babe, I’ll never ever force you to do anything against your will again. Please forgive me Bella. I also bought you a necklace to plead for your forgiveness. I know it may mean nothing to you because you have so many necklaces and this one may not matter but please accept the gift. I was also wondering we could have dinner tonight by 7pm. I’ll be waiting for you at Leslie’s Restaurant, please come.”
That was the content of the letter, so cheesy right? I smile and shake my head then toss the letter aside. I chuckle then pick up my mug of coffee and resume drinking.
People always tell me that Zane doesn’t deserve me. I’m the daughter of a filthy rich mob boss and my closet alone is worth millions of dollars and he’s, well he’s just a currently unemployed freelancer. We’re in two different worlds and its funny how a rich chick like me fell in love with you know, him. He’s seriously lucky to land a girl like me.
I walk into my closet and select a sky blue dinner dress that was knee-lenghted, it bared my cleavages and had a frilly bottom. I walk out of the closet with the dress in my hand then carefully place it on the bed.
I then go to my mirror and apply light makeup then combed my silky long hair thoroughly. I wear my dress and a sky blue coloured pair of wedge. I pick up a black clutch to match. I was ready to go.
I decided to accept Zane’s invite and go have dinner with him. I agreed to it only to hear what else he has to say and if he convinces me or his words touch my heart, I may forgive him and give our relationship a second thought. But if I’m grossed out by whatever he says, I’m going to formally break up with him and end our relationship.
I take a final look at my reflection in the mirror and I smiled at how good I looked. With that, I strutted out of the house and walked to the garage. I then entered into my car and drove off heading to Leslie’s Restaurant.
Twenty minutes into driving, the whether and climate suddenly changed and a strong whistling wind began to blow, I knew it was going to rain anytime soon. As I had guessed, rain regan to drizzle and it started becoming hard to see the road because of the rain dropplets trickling down the windscreen coupled with the fact that it was already nightfall. Suddenly a round of rumbling, cracking and crashing sounds of thunder echoed and a lightening strike preceeded.
The drizzles increased with great intensity and metamorphosed into a heavy downpour.
All of a sudden my car stopped, right in the middle on the road. I repeatedly tried to start the ignition but the car didn’t kick-start Fuck, it must’ve developed a serious fault. But why does it have to fail me now, now that’s in night time and in the middle of the damn road.
I’ve been seated in my stalled, disabled car for almost half an hour now and I’m literally hopeless. I tried calling my personal mechanic but there’s no signal because of the heavy downpour that’s still falling up till now.
I groan and hit my head on the stirring wheel. It’s night and it’s dangerous to be outdoors during a thunderstorm like this. Cars weren’t even plying the road anymore probably because of the rain.
I noticed a black motorcycle easing up behind me and I felt a feeling of fear for a split second but then it eased up to a feeling of relief, maybe this person can help me.
A tall and husky figure alighted the motorcycle and walked to my car. The feeling of fear crept it’s way back into my heart as I began to wonder why a man would alight from a motorcycle and start walking up to my car.
I flinched as I was jolted into reality by the sound of a knock on my window glass. It must be the motorcycle rider.
I swallowed nothing and wined down the glass to a little length, just to be able to talk to him. I didn’t go all the way down because I still had an opinion that he could be dangerous. I couldn’t even see his eyes, just his forehead and nothing else.
” Hi.” I yell loudly so he could hear me amidst the heavy rain.
” Is your car faulty?” He questions in a loud tone as well. Fuck yeah, why else would I be parked in the middle of the road at night?
” Can I help fix it.” He asks.
Okay, now this is getting weird. Why on earth will a stranger stop in the middle of the road and under the rain to help a girl he has never met before? Who knows, he may be one of our family’s enemies? This is probably the reason why mum and dad don’t let me go out at night, but I never listen to them.
What if this strange man was sent to kill me? What if he puts a bomb in my car and I die?
But on the other hand, I need to get out of here because it’s not safe so I’ll take the risk. If I decline his offer, I may be electrocuted to death by a thunder or lightening strike and on the other hanr, if I accept his offer, there’s a probability he has a bomb or a knife with the intentions to kill me. So as it stands, it’s either I die or I die. I love to gamble, so I’d take the 50:50chance of accepting this man’s offer.
” Yeah. I’ll be so glad if you can help me.” I yell and with the little movement the part of his head I could see made, I think he nodded in affirm
” Open the bonnet.” He tells me and I press the respective button and the bonnet opened.
He stayed there for a while, touching and fixing things or doing whatever people do to fix faulty cars and I just sat on the driver’s seat and watched, although I couldn’t see anything because the opened bonnet was obstructing me. I did silently pray he wasn’t a hired killer.
This man must be a very selfess person for him to stop his journey and help fix my car under the rain, cold whether and thunder strikes. So we still have good humans on this earth? Well, after some minutes, he shut the bonnet and walked to my window glass.
” Start the car.”
I turn my key and start the ignition and the car starts. I turn the ignition off the turn it on again just to confirm and it worked. What magic did this guy perform?
I wined down the glass so I could see his face and thank him for what he had done. The cat got my tongue immediately I beheld his amazing facial features. His deep blue sparkly eyes were one of a kind and his eyes match his brown side swept hair. His pink lips…damn; he was a handsome hunk. If I was able to see all these features amidst the rain, imagine how handsome he’d be in broad daylight. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a white T shirt underneath.
” T-thanks for fixing my car.” I manage to say after I found my voice. The truth is that I was mesmerized by his overwhelming features.
” Welcome.” He says and I wanted to thank him more by giving him some money. I turned and opened my glove conpartment then picked up my chequebook from it and closed it back.
” Let me thank you more by giving you this cheq-” I was stunned to see that the man wasn’t by my window anymore. I peered my head outside the window and saw that the man had gone.
Fuck, he’s gone. Just like that. I look through my windscreen and see him on his motorcycle riding away.
Who’s that man and why did he suddenly stop to help?
𝚃 𝙱 𝙲🍂 🍂
Guys I’m so sorry for a late chapter, I was a bit busy and I developed a headache.
Should Bella just return home now that her car is fixed or hear what Zane has to say?
Who do you think the strange man is?
Do you think he’s a dangerous person? I mean how will someone just stop to help another person you don’t know?
Please drop your thoughts.
The stares were so low in the last chapter so please can we do better?
©𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖭𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖤𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖽’𝗌 𝖡𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 📚.