Memoires of a mafia princess

The sky outside was grey, as if it was the color of my current mood while the train I sat in drove fast as I just looked outside, ignoring the dirty looks I got from people around me since the train was full and I took two places because I had two boxes and three bags to take with me.

Pretty sad, how all of my possessions could fit into two boxes and three bags, but that's my life, moving around and travelling light, never getting attached to anyone, never settling and making friends. What would be the use anyways? At this point in my life, I don't even try anymore since I know better. I know how much love can hurt now. I knew how to occupy myself and figured it was better this way.

Well, allow me to explain, my father died when I was six, he was some maffia legend and my mother was left behind with me. two years later she got cancer, and although she survived, I was taken away from her to grow up in the system. Ever since my life has been hell, my last place was a three-and-a-half-hour drive, even longer by train to get to my hometown, Jackson Mississippi.

Now I'm on my way to my mom's place, they failed to get me a new place in time so until my legal guardian figured it out I will stay with my alcoholic mother. In thirty minutes I will arrive at the station, I can only hope she will be in time today, while I keep ignoring the dirty stares.

Once I step out of the train I try to call my mother, but again voicemail. Once I'm off the platform I put down the boxes and call again.

“Hello?”

My mother replies, her voice slurring, she is clearly drunk again like usual, loud music plays in the background like it always is whenever she's drunk.

“Mom, I'm at the station. You told me you'd pick me up to help me with my stuff remember?” I said.

“Just take a cab home honey, I'm here, I have money, I will handle the bill just take a cab.”

My mother was slurring but I hung up and decided it was indeed the best option since she let me down once again.

I wanted to pick up the boxes with all of my baggage to the taxi standing place when A handsome boy started talking to me.

“Do you want any help?”

I looked at him, he had raven black hair and dangerous greyish blue eyes. The boy was easily a head taller than I was, wore a leather jacket, and his cheekbones and his jawline made him look even more dangerous, inhumanly beautiful, he was the kind of boy who looked like I should stay away from, it was exactly why I gave the answer I game.

“Yes please, not that I couldn't handle it but I'm very thankful for the offer.”

He held out his hand, I handed him my heaviest bag of the three and he picked up the boxes.

“Where to ma'am?” He asked me, his voice was nice, it was a deep voice but not too deep, warm, the kind of voice that was enough to seduce most girls even without looking at his inhumanly attractive face.

“I need to take a cab home, my mother is expecting me but forgot to pick me up for some reason” I said shortly, I walked next to him as he walked to the place the taxis were standing, waiting for people who needed to take a ride.

“Hey, depending on where you need to go, I could also bring you, not to creep you out but you're a girl alone and cabs aren't always safe for women, depending on where you need to go, of course'', the boy said with a smile.

“I need to go to Heatherwood, I have no idea how far that is from where you need to go,” I said. Most people would be out of their mind to accept a ride from someone who looks as handsome as possible, and you just knew he was trouble, but honestly? I didn't care if I got killed, I had no will to live and it took me one look at him, one look into his eyes to know he had good intentions.

That was the thing, I needed to look once at a person and I just knew who they were, if I did come close to someone at times it was like I could even hear their thoughts sometimes, not the entire time, never on purpose.

“Alright, follow me, I need to go there anyway, please let your mother know you're on your way, .”

“They know, I already called back when I had those boxes down,” I said and didn't make the effort to actually let my drunk mother know I took a ride from a stranger. I didn't know a lot about cars, but I knew the shiny black car the boy walked to was a classic Ford Mustang, it was a beautiful car, suiting his looks.

''My name is Mitch” he said.

''I'm Jade, Jade Mercier” I said.

Mitch opened the car door for me, I sat down, ready to put my bags around my legs but he held his hand up to receive my bags and put it in the trunk for me before he walked around the car to sit in the driver's seat.

“What's the address?” Mitch wanted to know. 

“5462 River Thames Pl” I answered his question. 

“That's not too far from my place,” Mitch said after he typed it in on his navigation and he followed the way his navigation gave. As he smoothly drove away he turned on the radio to some classic rock station and for a while it was silent.

While my hometown came closer, I couldn't help but wonder how it would be to come home, to have my own bed to sleep in, in the house that was so familiar to me where I would be dropped off by one of the most attractive guys I had ever met so far.

This might just be the new start I had hoped for, and so far, while I had been here less than thirty minutes, things went smoothly.