The Mafia Boss Desired My Love Again

"Mr Thomson, I've made a decision. I will leave the city next week and start at your company."

Those words sliced through the heavy silence. Just hours ago, I was trapped in my own car after a brutal accident that cost me my baby.

Vincent Knight, the infamous mafia boss and my boyfriend of seven years, drove past with his alluring assistant, Angelina Brown. When he caught a glimpse of my blood-soaked dress, he shielded her eyes and muttered, "It's not good. Don't look." Then he sped away, leaving me in shock.

Now, night has fallen. As I stepped into our bedroom, my heart sank at the sight of a red lacy bra in the corner of the closet—definitely not mine.

Thousands of emotions crossed my mind. I took a deep breath and dialled a number. One which was forbidden for me.

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"That's great. We'll be glad to work with you," Mr Thomson replied in an excited tone.

The Thomson Mafia Empire was the second most feared mafia group in New York. First and most terrifying was still the Knight Mafia Group, owned and led by Vincent Knight.

"Who were you talking to?" A stern voice came from behind.

Instantly I turned around and found Vincent standing there. I didn't realise when he walked out of the bathroom after a shower. His hair was damp, and pearls of water still clung to his skin.

When my eyes caught a glimpse of the cell phone in his hands, I wondered, Recently why does he carry that in the shower and take an hour to finish, unlike his usual quick showers?

"I asked you something," he said, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes.

Panic surged through my mind. 'What if he found out I was going to work with Mr Thomson, his biggest rival in the mafia world?'

As a Mafia boss, he would never forgive betrayal and anyone who would cross him or side with his enemies rarely got to live.

At that moment, my eyes turned towards the display of my cell phone. The call had ended.

"Wo.. work-related," I stuttered.

"Ah!" His expression darkened slightly. As usual, he wasn't interested.

And for the first time, I didn't throw any tantrums or complaints. Instead, I was relieved and started drafting my resignation letter on my phone.

Minutes later, his phone buzzed. Seeing the screen, his jaw tightened and he stepped towards the floor-to-ceiling glass window, pulling aside those heavy grey curtains.

I knitted my eyebrows together and followed his gaze. My stomach churned, outside I saw one of Vincent's most trusted men, surrounded by several of his other men.

Their guns were aimed at him. The man named Polo - he had been his left hand for years. Undoubtedly, I had seen him countless times, loyal and brave.

But now there was a defeated look on his face. However, Vincent had an indescribable expression. Then, in a cold and detachable tone, he instructed, "Shoot him."

He paused for a moment, increasing the tension in the room. "Anybody who betrays me deserves the same."

Instantly, a gunshot echoed. Polo's body was lying on the ground, lifeless.

I trembled as the reality of what I just witnessed hit me hard. Polo was dead. The man whom I used to see every day was gone.

What if he finds out about my deal with Mr Thomson, his rival? Will he do the same with me?

I shook my head as I realised that it happened swiftly just by Vincent one command.

Meanwhile, he didn't flinch, he pulled the curtains closed and reacted as if nothing happened.

His eyes flickered to the bed. There was an indescribable emotion on his face as he noticed that I didn't make his favourite coffee for the first time.

He casually stopped in his tracks and finally fixed his gaze on me.

"You just have a minor injury, nothing serious. I showed your CT Scan to a specialist. Just remember to keep your wound dry," he mumbled, his voice cold and determined.

"Okay!" I said, still typing. That afternoon, I had eight stitches in my leg from the accident. On top of it, I found out that I was four weeks pregnant but already showing signs of miscarriage.

The doctor apologised, saying that the baby must have been saved if I would have been brought to the hospital sooner.

When I didn't react, Vincent frowned and started walking over to check what I was doing.

Just then, his phone buzzed. A smile adorned his lips, and without a second thought, he turned and disappeared into his study.

Once he was out of sight, I opened up my secret social media account and scrolled through his feed.

There I spotted a new post — visible to everyone but me. To my dismay, it seemed more like a public apology.

Made my cutest assistant wait for ten minutes. Promised her dinner after work, but work got in the way. Going to make up with her soon.

I liked the post, and at the same moment received a notification from Mr Thomson: the contract. Without delay, I clicked the link and signed the document without a second thought.

The next morning, Vincent woke up early and brought pasta and cupcakes from a well-known restaurant.

Just as I was about to open the bag with red sauce pasta, he slapped my hand away.

"You like pesto sauce cheese pasta, right? I got one just for you."

I froze for a second before realising—the red sauce pasta wasn't for me. It was for Angelina.

"In our seven years of togetherness, you didn't know that I'm allergic to cheese?" The only words managed to come out of my mouth.

Vincent closed his eyes tightly in frustration

and stood abruptly, slamming the table with his palm. "Stop creating scenes. I don't care whether you eat it or not."

The moment he was about to leave, I walked into the bedroom and came back with a brown bag.

"Do me a favour and return this to Angelina."