Chapter 4

Nicolas:

I met her, she was unknown, a stranger, I had been observing her as I was walking down the street, she was looking exhausted as she was running from someone,she was continuously looking backwards assuring whether she is safe or not,when she collided to me.

Her dark brown locks, met my face and I was somehow attracted to her smell, she had those perfect chocolate brown eyes, I stared... I was mesmerized for a minute, when her sweet angelic voice feasted my ears.

" please help me... hide" without wasting a second, I did the same, somehow I was stunned at myself, what was I doing.

I found myself obeying ... her.

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

I looked at her, she clutched my jacket, strongly, was she feeling safe???

The irony is she seeked help from the most bloody hungry assassin, whose hands are drained in blood.

But I never want to vanish off the assurance her eyes carry, I can't do this no.

I called her Bambina, she was perplexed, I can say.

Her features told me.

She wasn't accquinted to Italian, I guess.

She was looking downwards when she talked to me.

I had the strongest urge to gently lift that pointed chin and make her face me, but I did the contrary.

I was looking at her, she was trying hard to maintain her posture, since my face was slightly covered she wasn't able to completely look at my face.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮.

She finally questioned , about my name, only if she knew.

She wouldn't dare to do so again.

But I involuntarily blabbered my name, Nico , the one mom used to call me.

I don't know why, but I told her ,a strong force compelled me to do so, and I did it.

I never ever told anyone my nickname, or none ever dared to ask.

I am only Capo in the world of blood, drugs and Mafia.

A person everyone fears, a name whose existence is enough to drop a shiver in spines.

I let her go, she was looking flabbergasted yet I did, not before knowing name, Sofia.

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"Layla was asking for you" Luka smiled playfully pouring a glass of red wine.

" So?? tell her I'm busy!! "

" Busy.. I see... who is she, should I tell Layla, that Capo is no more interested in her?? "

He said wiggling his eyebrows, he seldom does such stuff, which annoys me.

" What do you want Luca?? " I asked him, maintaining a calm tone.

" you tell me who is she?? simple!! "

" I don't know who are you talking about "

"  the one to whom, a bouquet of flowers are sent on regular basis, the one about whom every single information is extracted, the one who was followed till that hotel, assuring she reached safely there"he keenly smirked.

I took the nearest knuckle duster from my table and threw it to him, in the speed of light.

" woah" he caught it in a millisecond.

" you are intending to kill me,

... this soon, so tell me should I clear Layla, that Capo, the great isn't anymore  interested in her??"

" yeah, clear her expenses, I wouldn't be seeing her anymore?? "

" you sure?? "

" yeah, otherwise I wouldn't be telling you!!! " he nodded and gave me an assuring smile.

I sipped my wine thinking about the newly met girl Sofia.

Sophia Costantinovich.

              𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙝

She captivated me.

Luca knows it.

Her innocent eyes, evoked something beastly inside me.

An urge to see her.

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Sofia:

It's july seven, his birthday, as I completely remember.

Since the past three years, I was the one celebrating his birthday with him.

Paul wasn't really fond of birthdays, but I was.

I used to think why not make a day special, with someone's presence you require the most.

I still remember, on his last birthday when we kissed, he immediately put me in his embrace.

A commotion of feelings almost aroused in my heart that time.

Who knew, the one I had feelings for will never reciprocate the feelings.

He never confessed it, was just a simple liking enough?

He considered the bond we shared was just a mere infatuation.

I knew there isn't a hope, my message will straight go to the voice call, but strangely he picked.

He picked my call.

I jumped out of excitement, sometimes even a mere thing can make your heart fluttered and it did.

" Hii, Paul... how are you?? " I Chirped

" good, you? "

" Happy birthday to my dearest friend present " my excitements knew no boundaries.

My heart was racing, after hearing his voice, it makes you crave for more, when the person appears after a long time.

Happens, when a person who is the reason behind your smile talks to you after a long time.

"thanks... "

" It's been ten months and twenty six days since we last met, I thought you were busy!!! "

"are you even counting?? " he let's a deep sigh.

" anyways, Sophie, listen... I'm just here to tell you, I'll be busy for another two months "

" so shall we meet??? anywhere you want?? "

" I guess, due to my busy schedule it isn't possible!! "

" ohh....have you thought something about us??  Paul?? " this time I straight away asked that question.

" look Sophie, I also wanted to talk to you about this!! I just need time.. please don't force me, on something I don't want "

" I understand!! " I said and cut the call.

Eleven months weren't sufficient I guess for him.

In this time I almost thought of him every second.

I don't know, he considers it a mere infatuation, is it so??

Hope I could sort out this.

He considers me a friend, a good friend, do friends kiss??

I've never heard of this.

I hadn't talked to Vanessa since three days, my dad's men will be after her if I do so.

Vanessa must have tried to contact me, but I changed the number, this is safe for both of us.

I know dad will try his best to reach me,therefore I had already planned out everything.

I'll be flying to Rome the other day, I don't think, I'll be able to continue my counselling job anymore, but I'll be applying for the job as soon as I reach there.

My bank balance I have saved till date is running out, I just can't sit and expend everything.

I can't seek dad's help, I know, he'll definitely reach out to me, and cage me in that mansion.

Struggling freedom is better than caged peace.

At least I'm able to understand the world.