Semua Bab Mafia King: Bab 1 - Bab 10

 "Please be careful with that." I reminded the men carrying the paintings towards the hotel. Over ten paintings were carried from the truck. Some can be handheld and life-size and some are as big as walls. "You really need to take a chill pill, Hailynn." Amy popped out beside me, arms crossed, face held in amusement. After telling her that I decided to finally sell my paintings, she immediately went to support me. I am so grateful that she’s here. I’m not sure if I can do it alone. "Can't. You know how much I value those paintings." I felt a tinge of regret but I know this will help those who are in need.  She smiled at me soft

 "What the hell are you doing?" She whisper-yelled at me.  Avery's face was stern, like a mother scolding her child. Even she knew how much trouble I was in. "That I can explain." I answered nervously. "That guy is dangerous, Hailynn." "I know- wait. H-how did you know that?" My friend sighed.  We've known each other for a while now. It was three years ago, when Ethan and I met her in the orphanage we used to visit. The orphanage where we grew up until we're old enough to be independent. It was the day she sent her donations for the children and for the orphanage itself. 

 I stare at the monitor of Ethan's laptop in my room, brainstorming how to finish his work. Now that I'm the owner, I officially decided to continue the book.  Unexpectedly... and unfortunately he stopped writing at the peak of the two leading characters' heated scene. I'm actually surprised that I no longer blush reading this kind of genre. I have always read Ethan's book before he sends it to his editor. He will ask me what I think about it and sometimes ask for suggestions. He had gone for teacher and student, doctor and patient, the typical ones like boss and secretary. The pending book was about the driver and his boss. Apparently, he had this idea when we asked Avery on how she met her husband. Except that the driver here is a guy and his boss was a cold hearted lady. And

 “Do you want me to apologize, amore?” I try to ignore him. He was sitting on the kitchen island waiting for his dinner. I’m no longer in the mood for our usual banter. I’d rather ignore his assiness. What he said this morning was below the belt and it very much offended me. “Amore… speak. I dislike being ignored.” His tone changed. It was cold and hard. I paused, having second thoughts whether to reply to him or not but the obvious edge in his voice made me do so. “I don’t want your apology. Not when it’s shallow.” My voice was low and rough. He chuckled, deep and reverberating. “It’s not like I care, amore, but I figured yo

 “I feel like these tattoos have meanings… do they?” I looked at him while expecting an answer. “Dante Adriano Sol Di Angelo.” He uttered his name slowly. He was stroking his fingers while describing its meanings. “These two are angel wings. Di Angelo. My uncle used to call me Sol. He said the nickname suited me since I will be the head of the family in the future. It means sun. I assume you know how the sun works in the universe.” He jokes. I chuckle. “Yes, the one that has the biggest head and messy hair.” He laughs, one that came from the heart. It was the first time that I heard him laugh genuinely. He always just chuckles or that famous playboy smirk of his. I think his laugh will be my second favorite