Xavier's pov.
"We are the Mafia," I said, and Mia's eyes showed horror, which hurt me more.
“What... what.. do you mean? D..do you work for M... Mafia?” She stuttered.
I didn't know whether I should cry or laugh at her question.
“Listen, Mia, don't freak out.” I paused for some moment to form the right words so that I wouldn't scare her more than she already was.
“I ... don't work for the Mafia. In fact, I ... am... a Mafia king... as a leader of the Mafia Empire."
Her eyes grew wider, if that was possible, and she covered her mouth as if she couldn't believe it. Her breathing became heavy and increased. She was literally shaking with fear. I hated myself for this. I couldn't bear her hatred and her being scared of me.
Fu.ck
“Listen, baby girl, and listen to me very carefully. I co
