THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

The next morning, I opened my eyes and stretched before I turned to find Sin gone. The bathroom light was off, and the sheets beside me were cold. I couldn’t stop the disappointment I felt.

Getting up from the bed, I hurriedly freshened up, changing into a pair of black jeans and a yellow sweatshirt. My hair was tied up into a ponytail, and my face was bare of makeup.

After taking one final glimpse at the mirror, I began making my way down the stairs. A smile spread across my face, eager to meet Zoey since we had returned late from Paris.

I made my way to where the dining room was, and instantly a smile made its way to my face when I heard not just Sin’s but Zoey’s voice.

I walked into the room and every conversation seized. I bit on my lips nervously, hating the attention as I began making my way to my seat. My eyes scanned the room, meeting Zoey’s, and I waved enthusiastically at her, getting the same positive energy from her as she smiled, waving back at me.

Taking a seat beside Sin, I giggled when he took a hold of my hand, placing soft kisses on it before giving it a light squeeze.

“You look beautiful, amore.”

“Thank you.”

“I thought you might be hungry, not after last night.” I knew I had turned red from the heat that covered my face.

The heaven,   Was he going to talk about what happened between us on the plane at the dining table?

Sin laughs, flicking my forehead softly. “We didn’t eat dinner, remember?”

I sent a playful glare. “Are you seriously going to tease me?”

“I wasn’t doing anything, Amore.” He shrugs.  “You just have a dirty mind, little temptress.”

I snorted and then leaned back when a plate of pancakes was set in front of me. “Thank you,” I said to the maid, and she smiled.

Breakfast began.  I was listening and laughing at something Zoey said when the door opened, causing all conversation to seize, and I turned to see who had walked in.

A woman in her late twenties with a model-like figure walks in and walks in my direction, stopping in front of me, and I am suddenly taken aback by the hate-filled look on her face.

” H…. Hi.”  I stuttered out, unsure of how to respond to the negative emotions I was getting from her.

“You are in my seat.” She sneers, causing confusion to grow in me.

” What.”

“I said, move.” She says it with more force than before.

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“I believe there are plenty more seats you can occupy, Victoria.” Sin says, cutting me off. “This seat belongs to Mani.” His voice was stern.

The woman, who was now identified as Victoria, shifted her gaze from me to Sin before returning it back to me. ” Sure….”  She says through a clenched jaw, walking over to the other side of the table to take her seat, her heated gaze still on me.

“So, Mani, how was your trip to Paris?” Zoey asked, trying to ease the tension, and I gave a small smile.

“It was great.” I said and began telling her all that happened-well, mostly all. I told her about meeting Samantha and what happened in the club but left out the part about what happened between Jason and I.

“Oh, my God! Mani, are you okay?” Zoey asked, concerning what had transpired at the club.

I smiled, giving a curt nod. “I’m fine; Nikolai was there to save me.” I said.

My attention shifted to the woman across from me, who kept stabbing at her food, her eyes still on me. Her scorn deepens whenever our gaze met, and she rolls her eyes while looking down at her food.

I gulped, wondering what I could possibly have done to make her hate me in just a short while. It was certain she was apart of Sin’s teams, part of the mafia like Samantha. Yet the look on her face was enough to tell me she wasn’t as welcoming and easy-going as Samantha.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt Sin’s hand on mine again, and I smiled when he gave it a squeeze. I decided to focus on my breakfast instead of Victoria.