Mafia's Possession
Jiza Rimin · Ongoing · 48.7k Words
Introduction
"Rayven" known as cruel and cold hearted mafia. What will happen when he'll get attracted to an innocent young girl "Emilia". Possession are always bad for one's mental health! He knew it but still he made her his possession even she didn't want to be!
"Kitten, get ready for your punishment! You shouldn't have provoked me! He snarled at her as walked towards her while taking small steps.
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Chapter 1
Not every one is the fan of "Mafias" and their roller coaster like dark life. Not everyone wants to beloved obsessively by the rich ass gangsta nor want to become an obsession of his!
She was was one of those people too.
...
"Emilia Winston" just a simple but a little fragile girl with a pinch of sassy ness.
Having emerald eyes inherited by her mother, rosy lips and with cute button nose, undoubtedly she was pretty beautiful. A person would never forgot to glance at her twice when sees her.
Not happy even after having those bomb ass features because she believes that beauty won't fill her head with happiness and stomach with food.
So, she's practically sick of her daily stressful life. Works in a coffee shop from 9:00AM to 9:00PM. Her life is going to reveal frightening surprises on her, soon.
LETS START!
"Emilia, get up sweety, It's 8:30AM already! You have got a job to go on!" Her mother shouted from downstairs.
Listening to her mom's voice she buried her face deep down in the pillow, not wanting to get up.
"Emilia...Emilia...! Her mother called again.
"Yes mom, I- she stopped to yawn and than continued - "am up!" She said out loud so her mother could stop yelling at her.
"So, come down for breakfast! Her mother once again shouted from downside.
"Ugh" she groaned low key.
"Okay, I'm coming" she replied and than rushed to washroom to do her morning routine.
...
"Good Morning Mum" She greeted with a slight smile beaming at her face.
"Good Morning, darling" Her mom replied while putting breakfast on the table.
Her eyes wandered around to find her dad.
"Where is Dad? She asked when she couldn't find him around.
" A- Emilia...due to yesterday's fight, he haven't came ho--
"Well, I'm late already. "I have to go, bye!!! She cut her mother off.
She wasn't in a mood to ruin the starting of her day so she ignored this topic as it was now a common matter in their house.
"Emilia wait!! Her mother's yell made her stop near the door.
"Now what?! She asked rudely.
"I'm out of money, lend me some" her mother said in a commanding tone.
"I don't have any-
"But in your bag, I-
"Mom, you checked my bag?!! She asked in disbelief.
"So what! I'm your mother! I can-
Emilia took her wallet out and threw all the money towards her mother, before she could even complete her sentence.
If anyone would see this, they'll probably think that she was an ill mannered and disrespectful girl. But we should never decide anything without looking at the both side of the picture.
It was happening since years.
Those parents, who were supposed to love her and take care of her, abandoned her and kept themselves busy in there own life when she needed it the most. When she grew up, they started to live off her hard earned money, still without caring about her feelings.
...
Her eyes got filled with tears when she stood between the exist door of her house.
"Emilia...breakfast???? She heard her mother asking behind, formally.
I don't want! She replied and slammed the door shut.
"When my life would become peaceful??? She thought while walking down the street to the coffee shop as it wasn't afar.
"I am sick of my parents fighting for their own comfort and luxuries in life! Do they even care that how I feel?! She questioned her own self.
But her thoughts comes to an end when she found herself standing at the doorsteps to cafe.
She breath deeply and entered inside.
" Hey Emilia, good morning" Jenna chirped to her.
"Oh- Jenna, good morning! She replied trying to smile.
"Why are you sad huh?? Jenna asked concerned.
" A- Jenn-
"Wait! Jenna interrupted.
"Let me guess! Mm, I think your dad again committed a fight with your mother right and your mother again snatched your money away! Am I right!??? She made a guess.
"Hm, same reason you know! Emilia answered sadly.
"OK- OK, its alright. I got you! Jenna patted her back.
"Leave this topic and get ready for the work now, hm!
"hm" Emilia replied passing a smile to Jenna.
Soon customers began to come.
A handsome looking man entered the shop with his body guards. His aura was dark. His muscular body was screaming the stories of his power. His features weren't normal. His sharp jawline seemed as if one would get his hand cut if touch it.
He gestured with his hand towards Emilia to come to him.
"You, come here!!! His manly voice echoed.
She felt wired at his way of communicating but anyway she walked to him.
"Yes sir? "What would you like to have? She asked in her honey sweet voice maintaining a smile at her face.
Who knew that he'll made her honey sweet turn into a bitter one.
That handsome stranger kind of examined her from head to toe with his dark Blue orbs (just like an ocean) in a quick manner.
She felt uncomfortable by his gaze.
"Sir....Sir.....??? She said.
"Hm?
"Sir, I asked what's your order? Why are you staring...at me??? She dared to question even she felt dark energy surrounding him.
"None of your business!!! "Bring me a "Black coffee" He said in a grievous tone which made her shut up!!!
"O- okay, Sir" she replied.
"Ugh, this "darky guy" is so freaking strange. "Staring at me and saying its none of my business! Why would he stare at me like that, like I am his property or what!!! She thought while getting mad internally.
While making coffee she could feel a pair of eyes digging holes into her body with his intense gaze.
"She seems innocent" owner of the dark blue orbs thought staring at her back
"Sir, your "Black coffee"and here is the bill" she handed bill as well as if she wanted him to be gone ASAP.
"Hm" that stranger just nodded.
While handing the bill, her fingers got brushed with his fingers. She rapidly pull her hand back as she felt electrified.
He smirked at her naïve actions.
She walked away quietly after that.
He sat there for a little more time but his gaze was more at Emilia than coffee.
A phone call interrupted his staring contest.
It seemed pretty urgent matter, so, he left immediately without finishing his coffee.
"Thank God, he's gone! " Phewww" she mumbled when he was gone.
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