Mafia king Innocent Luna

"Alisha, come here this instant! What in the world are you up to?" a lady's voice resounded through the house.Alisha's excitement reverberated as she shouted back, "I'm coming, Mother Mary."As an orphan, Alisha always affectionately referred to Mary as her mother, for Mary had showered her with love and care, treating her as her own flesh and blood."Hurry, my dear. Today is your first day of college!" Mary's voice resonated once again, urging Alisha."I'm on my way! Just give me a moment!" Alisha swiftly responded.Adorned in a cute pair of shorts, a matching crop top, and denim shoes, Alisha descended the stairs and inquired, "Mother Mary, who were you shouting at?"Mary scolded her, "You little rascal! You're going to be late!"Curious, Alisha asked, "What does 'rascal' mean, Mother?"Deep in her thoughts, Mary sighed and prayed, "This child is so innocent, may God protect her from the cruelties of the world.""Nothing, my dear. Just drink this juice!" Mary replied.Alisha made a

"Why am I doing this?" Alice wondered aloud as he carried the girl to the bathroom."A maid could have done it, but she would have touched her. I didn't want anyone to lay a finger on my angel," Alice thought, his voice brimming with concern and protectiveness. "What on earth is happening? Why is this crossing my mind? She is not mine.""No. She is yours," his conscience chimed in."She is not," Alice retorted, his voice filled with denial."So why do you want to bathe this girl? You know she wouldn't appreciate it," mocked his conscience. "A man cannot simply bathe any girl if she is not his."Alice pushed aside his thoughts and firmly resolved, "No. I am only doing it for her sake, as she needs a bath, her unconscious body reeking of blood."With determination in his voice, Alice brushed away his conflicting emotions as he entered the bathroom and prepared a soothing bubble bath for her. As he undressed both himself and the girl, he couldn't help but notice how delicate she was. Her

"Thud."Alice rose to his feet, his hand connecting with Alisha's cheek in a resounding slap. With a firm grip on her hand, he pressed her against the wall, his voice seething with anger. "How dare you leave," he exclaimed, his voice laced with fury.Confusion clouded Alisha's face as she asked, her cheek swollen from the impact, "Is this some kind of truth or dare game we're playing?" She struggled to comprehend the sudden assault.Frustration etched on his face, Alice retorted, "Damn it, why do you have to be so clueless?" His voice dripped with exasperation.Defending herself, Alisha replied, her voice filled with determination, "I'm not clueless. I'm right because you said 'how dare,' but we're not playing a game, so why would I dare? Yeah, I have to go."Alice sighed, his mind swirling with questions. "Why does she have to leave?" he wondered, his thoughts racing.His conscience taunted him, reminding him, "Because she doesn't belong to you. She can go wherever she wants. What do

"You can't hide anything from me, you know," his mother states. "I'm your mother, and I can see that you feel something for her, something you've never felt for anyone else."Alice leaves without a word, his mother's observations weighing heavily on his mind."I may have made a mistake by involving that girl. Perhaps she doesn't deserve to be protected by someone like him. If fate brings them together, I'll leave it to destiny to decide. It's hard to coexist with Alice," His mother sighs, thinking.In his office, Alice's anger intensifies as he begins hurling objects around. His previously injured hand, tended by Alisha, starts bleeding once more.Sitting on the office floor, Alice contemplates his feelings. "I want her. I want her in my life. That foolish girl has made me fall for her."He questions himself, "Do I love her? No, Alice, what's happening to you? Why have you fallen for someone so half-minded?"Closing his eyes, he reflects, "It's only been three hours since she left, bu

In the morning, as the sun gently peeked through the curtains, Alice stirred from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he immediately noticed the wounded hand resting by his side. A pang of pain shot through his injured hand, but he found solace in the thought that soon his angel would be by his side, soothing not only his physical pain but also the ache in his heart."Mine," he whispered softly, his voice filled with longing. "Mine to ruin, mine to soothe, just mine to do whatever I desire." With these words, he rose from his bed and began his morning routine.Making his way to the dining table, Alice took a seat, his mother already seated across from him. She looked at him with concern in her eyes and spoke gently, "Alice, my dear, let that poor soul be. She is not meant for you and your cruel world."A surge of anger welled up within Alice, causing his eyes to turn red. He retorted fiercely, "Mom, she is meant for me, and even if she isn't, I will make her mine forever, no matt