Again, I don't know how mafia works :)
1st person's POV
(bf/n) has been distancing himself from me ever since the incident 2 months ago. I haven't seen him since then.
He never answered my calls and texts.
Maybe he's just busy. I always try to convince myself.
It's getting me anxious about him. He only does this whenever he's busy or dealing with something big but 2 months is too long.
Or maybe that something big was the father of the man he killed 2 months ago.
I'm getting worried about him. I'd sometimes call his secretary but he only answers me with 'he's not here' and 'I don't know where he is'.
It's so frustrating.
What if he's in danger?
What if he found someone else?
I slapped my head with both hands, stopping myself from thinking further.
Just focus on your work! I scolded myself.
Focusing on my studies gets harder and harder as the days pass by. My brain would always think about him. My skin would always crave his touch.
The exams are in two weeks and I really need to study to be ready. I really need the cooperation of my mind.
After I finished reviewing at the coffee shop, I recognize my bodyguards on casual outfits.
I met them or should I say caught them 2 weeks ago. They're both men named Jackson and Tie both in their mid 20's. They told me not to come or talk and even smile at them.
Just by seeing them tells me that my boyfriend is still watching me.
So I only exchange eye contact before continued walking.
As I walk back to my home, I noticed my boyfriend's car parked.
I went inside the house and noticed his favourite leather jacket placed on the sofa.
I smiled.
He's here now.
"Hey," his manly voice echoed through the house, leading to the kitchen.
Turning 180, I saw him leaning on the kitchen counter, hands on his pockets, watching me.
"Hey," I smiled. He grew some facial hair making him look even more mature. I walked to him, more like ran, then engulfed him into a tight hug.
God, I missed him. His touch, his voice, his scent, his presence. It just gave me goosebumps.
He hugged back, giggling slightly.
"I missed you," he whispered, rough voice sending chills down my spine.
"I've missed you too," I pulled away but still kept my body attached to his, cupping his face with both hands. "Where have you been?"
He frowned a little but recovered quickly before raking his hand on his hair.
"Just... Work," he hesitated.
"You sure? You look so unsure," I brushed the hair that falls on his forehead back. He nodded.
Sighing, I leaned my head to his chest feeling his heartbeat. "Why did you take so long?"
"I'm just... Very busy," he looked everywhere except me.
"Tell me," I firmly said. I have a feeling he's hiding something. Well, it's obvious just with the look on his face.
He shook his head pushing me away.
"No, tell me."
"It's nothing."
"Tell me," my voice raised a little.
He raked his hair again this time tugging it harshly. "Can we just talk about it tomorrow?"
"No," I shook my head, "we can't."
His breathing became ragged, uneven. His hands were curled into a tight fist making the other areas white. "I can't tell you anything."
My worries grew. He's hiding something I know it.
I shook my head for the hundredth time, taking a step towards him. "You've been gone for two months. I don't know what's happening to you. You haven't answered my calls and replied to my texts. I'm so worried, so anxious about you. It's making me insane."
"Stop-"
"No," I cupped his face, "I'm so tired of worrying-"
"Then let's end this," he removed my hands from his face, dropping it on my sides.
What?
Confused, I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean?"
"Let's break up. If you're tired then it's better for us to be apart. With that, you can't worry about me and you and your father won't be in danger anymore. You won't get involved in my business. You're better of without me."
Did he really just broke up like that with me?
Stunned and confused, It took me time to process his words.
I didn't notice he already walked to the door. I ran to him and hugged him from behind. I felt his gun pressed against my abdomen.
"Don't leave me," his body stiffened.
"I only put your life in danger. Don't you remember the night almost got raped? It was because of me and our business. If I'm away you'll be safe. I'm sorry."
He pulled my arms away and continued walking, not looking back.
Tears started to escape from my eyes.
When I told him I'm tired of worrying, I didn't mean to break up with him. I just want him to stay if not then maybe just answer my calls and tell me he's alive.
He broke up with me because he puts my life in danger? What are the bodyguards for?
He can't just leave me like that. We've been together for years, so why break up now?
So this is it.
He left. Just like that.
I'll start fresh.
A life without him. A life without my mafia boyfriend.
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6th day without him became dreadful. Knowing that he came to our house while I was at university.
My father told me that he came and asked for me. But he arrived at the wrong time.
I was just beginning to move on but the news made my hopes high that he will come back.
Exams are next week and I only processed less than half the information. I skipped some classes because I couldn't focus.
I kept slapping my face, telling myself that it's late at night and I need to memorize this.
Papa went out to visit his sick sister at the hospital. He told me he'll be late.
My eyes were so tired.
The doorbell rang and I turned my head to my door.
Papa doesn't need to ring the doorbell and I remembered he brought his keys with him.
Maybe he's drunk.
Sighing, I hopped off my bed.
Opening the main door if the house, I expect a drunk papa but instead, I was greeted with my drunk mafia ex-boyfriend. His hands were leaning on the door frame, looking at me with tearful eyes. He wasn't on his suit or his infamous leather jacket, just a regular jacket and jeans.
My heart broke at the sight. He looked so lost and broken.
His breath smelled like expensive alcohol fanned my face.
I look behind to look for his car but it's nowhere to be found.
Did he walk all the way here?
He dropped his knees then hugged my waist. He sobbed loudly.
"No matter how much I tried to stop myself from staying away. I'll always end up on the doorstep of your home," his hug tightens and a tear escaped from my eyes. "Every day I'll always find myself staring at this door."
I didn't do anything. Just listened to him. This is like the second time I saw him emotional and open.
"You mean everything to me. I love you. You're my life but knowing that because of my life being a mafia only puts you in danger, I don't want that," he looked up with the puffy face, "I know I can't give you a normal life but I'm selfish. I don't want another man to give you that normal life-"
"Normal is boring," I found myself saying. I cupped his face and smiled, "life with you is the life I wanted."
"Fuck," he muttered, "I-I wasn't around for two months because I made sure I killed everyone in his family. I'm sorry. "
I know who he's talking about. Killing the son of the mafia brings war. And killing the whole family means dominance.
Shocked, I said, "you would have died."
"I know. I just want to make sure. I'm sorry," he hid his face.
"Ok."
"Ok, what?"
"I forgive you," I wiped my tears.
"Just like that?" He looked up again, letting me wipe his tears.
I nodded, "just like that."