Stalked by the Mafia Boss

*warning* trigger self harm

If unfair was the word used to describe Korina’s life, it’d be an understatement for she knew life was more than unfair to her.

As she laid in the bath tub with cuts deep enough to hurt but not enough to kill, she looked at the razor in her hand and at the water turning slightly red crimson, tears flowing down her cheeks.

She hadn’t done this in a long time but she knew she had to, it gave her a sense of relief, relief from the pain she felt.

She looked down at her arms and figured that she would have to put up with wearing long sleeves for a very long time and most importantly she knew she had to see her mother.

Korina had never been so pained in her entire life as she was right now. She laid sprawled on the floor besides her mother’s grave. She wailed loudly not caring if her cries could disturb the occupants of the surrounding graves as she sobbed, she wished she was actually six feet down there with her mother.

“You said prince charming would come ma.” She sniffed, “You said he was coming some day but you never told me i’d have to kiss so many distasteful frogs before I get to him.”

Korina placed her hand on the tomb stone rubbing it as if she would get an intimate physical connection with her mother from the act.

“I have kissed too many frogs and met only jerks and gustons.” She brought her hands to her face to wipe her tears but it was of no use as more tears kept spilling from her eyes.

“Life is so unfair to me mum.” She gripped onto the tombstone, “Remember I came sometime ago to tell you about my boyfriend Cole, I know we both bet I had found happiness and the perfect man.” More tears fell from her as she rested her head on the stone, her grip on it still very tight.

“But we plan and fate has a different one.” She sniffed, “Cole is married mom, not to me but to another woman, the widowed duchess of Sussex.”

“I don’t know mum.” She said, “Maybe you could talk to God for me, tell him to give me a break cause damn I am and have always been in pain, so much pain mum.”

“I don’t think I can hold on anymore, I can’t, I honestly can’t.” She broke out into louder sobs, her body heaving as she cried, she didn’t care that she disturbed the creepy peace of the cemetery. She let it all out, she wailed, she wailed like her life depended on it.

“What are you brooding about man?” Jace turned away from his office window on hearing the voice, he saw his best friend walking towards him with long elegant strides. He had walked in without knocking like he owned the place.

“How many times have I asked you to knock before entering?” Jace glared at him and went back to his seat the oak ornamented office table.

“I don’t know… i… uncountable?” He replied, “What are you scared of? Hiding something?”

“I am not hiding anything.” He rolled his eyes, “Ade, just knock next time.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“And why should I?” Ade scoffed pulling his gun out and setting it on the table.

“Maybe cause I am your boss man.” Jace smirked.

“And maybe I shouldn’t knock cause I am your best friend.” He winked at have and reached his hand out to grab an apple from the fruit basket before taking a seat and biting deeply into it.

“What do want anyway?” Jace leaned back on his chair.

“I came to check up you.” He replied munching loudly on his apple.

“I am fine.” Jace scoffed, “I am not a baby anymore.” He turned in his chair to face the window and stared outside.

“Yea sure.” Ade snorted, “I can see bags under your eyes, dark circles and your skin is pale. You are stressed man.”

“Bro, could we talk about this later please?” He turned away from the window and began organizing files on his table, “Give me some work reports.”

Ade took in a deep breath and his best friend watched him with raised brows, “Please do not freak out when I tell you this.”

“What is it?” He asked, “Nothing I can’t handle, spill.”

“The shipment of the last batch of cocaine and spill over fire arms got hijacked.”

“What the fuck?!” Jace roared getting up from his seat, “How could this happen? Who the fuck is responsible for this?”

“We lost almost everything but luckily all the crew members survived.”

“Okay, good.” Jace nodded, “Now how did it happen? Who dared to mess with me?”

“It’s Russo.” Ade replied.

Jace growled tightening his fists, only Russo would dare cross him.

“Russo planned it, he hijacked us.” Ade continued, “It was a surprise attack so the men weren’t ready but they actually didn’t go down without a fight and all was possible cause one of us sold us out.”

“Who was it?” Jace’s features darkened, betrayal, he fumed, something he had grown to get accustomed to.

“Frederick.”

“That son of a bitch.” He hit his fists on the table, “After everything I had done for him, I put him out of his miserable life, where the fuck is he now?”

“You don’t have to worry.” Ade reassured him, “He is a dead man, I ordered for him to be fed to the pet sharks immediately.”

“Good.” Jace smirked, “Russo seems to be testing me lately.” He walked to the windows, his hands folded behind him, “He wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of my wrath.”

“Jace just calm down, we would handle this.”

“I trust you.” He nodded at his best friend.

“You have more important things to think about, it’s time to make your move and don’t act like you know not what I speak off.”

“I am not ready.” He sighed, “I will make my move when the time is right.”

Ade shook his head at him, he had heard him say this for a long time now and the right moment still hadn’t arrived? He hissed.

“You wouldn’t want to lose this opportunity.” He warned him, “And don’t even bring up that other stupid plan of yours.”

“Well… i…” Jace stammered.

“Save it.” Ade silenced him, “You had better make a move fast.”

“Trust me man, I will.”

“Okay, I should take my leave now.”

He gave him a brotherly pat on the back and exited the office but not before grabbing another apple.

Korina gazed out the aeroplane window admiring the city’s night view. She stared at the lights, sky scrapers and other pleasing sceneries she could see from above.

She was on her way back to New York and they would be landing any moment from now. She had stayed a week at Michigan crying daily at her mom’s grave and wandering about taking aimless taxi rides.

After some time, she had decided that she had stayed enough and took her leave but not before swearing on her mother’s grave that she was never looking in a man’s way ever, no more men and no more relationships and she swore to stick to it.