The Mafiuso (Book Two)

CHAPTER ONE

ETHAN POV,

After talking on a short call with Eliot my head was in haze. After millions of struggle, I have finally found out that where is she...

Or maybe I wasn't in my nerve to face her after how horrendously I treated her back then.

I don’t know that I still have the guts to face the woman with whom I behave like a total FUCKINGGG bastard, I characterized her low, as a slut. I have hurt her in countless possible ways which can bring me to her true identity "or else something I wanted to believe on, intentionally, doesn't matter if it could be wrong enough" but what happened next was absolute disgust for my existence. Can anyone even imagine that the man with whom the worlds shudder, who was a monster, a boss of dark mafia world feared by all would come at this low due to his nasty out bringing?

"What goes around, comes around"

Indeed, " Karma is an absolute b***h"

Ivory was the last girl who came into my life with moons and stars, her beautiful presence. Her melodic voice pinched me to go for her, to idealize her, to explore the divine kingdom of her.

She never forced me to come towards her but Yes, her innocence attracts a killer.

She awakens the dead feelings of animals inside my exterior.

I still remember the day when my eyes first time dropped on her gorgeous glory.

When her grey eyes met mine green one as she bites her full shape rose pink lips in fear.

When her milky skin pressed against my hard rock chest.

At that moment after a whole of fourteen years and slept with lots of women my frozen heart jerked and that made me flinched in my core.

After that horrific rainy night, I have locked all those feelings in my heart somewhere, perhaps I don’t want anyone to come closer to me.

I have set the very basic rule that from now on I will f****d women but never love them, And that was my mantra to move ahead vigorously and invincibly.

But after I saw her in my bathroom in that silk nightgown when her divine features and prepossessing hair cascading to her broad shoulder slightly invading in my heart, pressurized my manhood to the core to play with her senselessly but not to feed my lustful cravings.

WHICH I DON’T LIKE AT ALL and for that I will not permit.

I don’t want anyone near me to ignite the spark which I quenched long ago. But she calms the thunder inside me.

Whenever I found her around me my heart wanted me to go to her, I wanted to ask her that what was she doing that night outside my bedroom, sitting helplessly, as she was in pain .as she screamed for me, as she wanted me to console her sweet naïve heart. But the dog inside me pushed me to do otherwise, I grab those moments as an opportunity to break her more, twist her soft heart in mourn.

Physically, verbally or emotionally I wanted to rule over her mercilessly. Her sweet cocoon voice has still that impact on me but more than that her soulful cries were begging me to stop that night when I snatched everything from her haunts me to date in venom.

I broke her into many tiny pieces, I have crushed her soul, scrambled her purity.

She was the one who brought me to life as I was the one who variously deceased her, horribly

A knock on the door takes me back to the present, I huffed slightly and settled down on my office chair adjusting my coat over my torso. I noticed my fist bawled rigidly whilst the sweating beads were now more visible across my hand. My head throbbed dangerously as my throat dries beg me to moist.

I picked up the glass of champagne from another side of the wooden office table and gulped down the whole liquid in a quick go. “Come” I ordered bluntly from my chair to the person waiting for my command patiently. I always make sure that I won't showcase my fragility to others.

That how much scatter I am becoming

The door has opened slowly and I knew who would be that person. “May I come in Mr. Destefano”? her low tone voice crashing to my earbuds ‘she has the same voice low and sweet. Melodious and rythemetic’

“Yes,” I nodded to rose. “Sit down” I move my hand forward to the chair across by.

She gulped my order and sat down on a chair opposite me. I have witnessed the shakiness in her posture as she adjusted her uniform and looked down in terror. That was some other issue that I won’t harm her ever or make anyone harm her in every manner.

I have a very special place for her in my heart or I can brief she reminds me of my princess.

Princess. Rose and “HER”

Most precious women in my life but I somehow burned my one precious flower intentionally.

I released the sour moments from the train of thoughts and cleared my throat reluctantly.

“Tomorrow we are leaving for an orphanage to meet granny And--? “ If you asked that I got embarrassed to call her name in front of rose then it might be possible, Rose and She had a very beautiful bond back there in the mansion. Whenever I hurt her with my actions or reactions rose was always available by her side. They both were like a sister to each other but ME being a total complete FUCKINGGG asshole did not want her near rose just because I took her to the most filthiest way. A characterless woman who can drop a measure negative impact on rose. I HATED MYSELF for behaved like a rascal.

I overheard rose and her talking when rose asked her to enquire about her past but I guess she was not ready to disclose it to anyone. I always wonder what haunts her. What happened with her in past, why she had those nightmares and why I always got her crying outside my room, in the backyard.

Perhaps I was the one with whom she could discuss her and her past which horrified her deadly.

But I always traumatized her, To use her, to bully her in front of those bastards.

“AND”? Rose questioned cluelessly which emit me out once again in my shore of thoughts. I looked up at her and examined her amazement features, of course, I knew what was running inside her brain.

That’s why I wanted her to come with me to the town.

During these six months after Eliot, Rose was the one who handled me throughout.

She supported me like a sister, all night when I came home late all drunk and dead she was there to give her shoulder, she fed me, she cleaned all the mess I made up. She tolerates my outburst and I know she knows that how much I missed HER and how self-reproach I was. she already had clue what I have done with her best companion when she was like a sister to her but preferably she never even raised any questions upon that

“IVORY” I blurted out

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