Forever Mine, Little B

Bianca's POV “Blrrrrr!” The loud alarm pierced through the room, jolting me awake. My body protested, stiff and exhausted from a night where sleep finally found me in the late hours. But now, I had to drag myself up for work. It hadn’t been easy, but a few months ago, I found the courage to return to this city, six years after my mother passed away. As I stepped into the shower, the cold water shocked me back into memories I wished I could forget. That sunny afternoon… Dad and I were in the living room when a knock at the door shattered our lives. The news of my mother’s death was dropped on us like a bomb. She was killed in service to the Mafia family she worked for. They handled the burial expenses, like it was just business. As if that would fix anything. They also gave my father the money to pay for my education, like she had always wanted. Pulling on my jeans and hopping around to shove my feet into my boots, my mind drifted back to that funeral day. I had wandered arou

Bianca's POV For a moment, there was silence. And then, he smiled—a slow, dangerous smile that filled my whole body with fear instantly. I had made a mistake. A huge mistake. My mind raced with only one thought: “Get out of here.” I glanced around the room; all eyes were on me, shock etched on every face. And why wouldn’t they be? I think I just slapped a Mafia boss. I didn’t wait for anyone to react. Before my brain could catch up with my legs, I bolted. On my way out, I crashed into a waiter, knocking a bottle of wine to the floor. The sound echoed behind me, but I didn’t dare stop. I burst into the changing room, stripped off my uniform, and pulled on my clothes with trembling hands, barely able to grab my bag before rushing out. I slipped out of the club, blending into the crowd. No sign of the manager. Thank goodness. Outside, I waved urgently at the first cab I saw. As the car pulled away, I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I just slapped a Mafia boss.

Bianca’s POV Immediately the man fell to the floor, the other man grabbed my hand. “Let me go!” I shouted, trying to yank his hands off, but his grip was too tight as I struggled against him, my heart racing. As he pulled me toward the back of the room, I glanced around. Everyone kept going—laughing, cheering, the music pounding like nothing had happened. I was the only one frozen in shock. The only one who seemed to care that a man was lying dead on the floor. “What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered, as the man dragged me through a door detached from the main building. I could hear my pulse hammering in my ears. “Why are we going through the back? Are you trying to kidnap me? Somebody, help me!” I screamed, but before I could cry out again, he slapped a hand over my mouth and pushed me into a dark room. “Open this door! Is anybody there?” I shouted, banging on the door with all my strength, but it was useless. Suddenly, the light clicked on. I spun around, and my breath