Dooming the mafia devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

SERAFINA. By the time we were done with our power banter, the ball was already alive. Slow ballad music drifted through the air, blending with the soft murmur of wealthy voices and delicate clicking of glasses. The gold lights that flickered from the chandelier, washed over the marble floor and gave it a glided glow. The stares and whispers that followed as Rapheal and I walked hand in hand to our reserved seat couldn't be missed. Somehow, he managed to command authority wherever he went. I gulped down lumps of saliva at intervals, partially washed by panic. Bold of me to assume I was mentally prepared to put on a front like this. As we got to the high table, the first thing that transpired was silence. Everyone around the table just seemed to be lost in his grasp. Mustering up courage, I cleared my throat. An attempt to fit in. “This place looks exquisite, I must confess.” No one replied. Instead, they gave me a suspicious stare. “And you ar

RAPHEAL Don Columbus shot a grimace at me as he scribbled his writing into the paper. It wasn't supposed to concern me; but a part of me really wanted to know what Serafina had promised him. Because he wasn't easy to please. After signing, he pushed the papers to me and took a puff of his cuban, blowing the smoke directly to Ruben, who was very much delighted to inhale such air. “You don't look satisfied.” He observed. How the hell would I be? “That sounds more like you.” He laughed at my sentence. “Oh Rapheal, I'm more than elated about this deal. It actually helped me get a huge weight off my shoulders.” Now, It was clear. They made a deal. And nothing about Columbus was a neat deal. “What might this huge weight be?” I asked, knowing fully well he would never tell me. However, Columbus was careless without knowing. He could slip off a hint. My question made him arch a brow. “Trouble in paradise already?”

SERAFINA. As soon as the door of the private room slammed behind us, he spun me around and pinned me to the tiled wall. “What was that out there?” His eyes burned. “What was what?” I retorted in anger. “She had it coming.” My reply made his fists ball into something sinister and he exhaled. “So it didn't occur to you to keep it in check? What were you expecting when you stole my card?” My eyes widened before settling into a smile. “Stole?” I mouthed. “Then what?” He shot out. “ This card was at home before we left this morning. That means you even stole it before signing your contract.” “It was just a few dollars, Rapheal.” I sighed, sensing the anger that emitted from him and how hard he tried to control it. “A few dollars?” He let out a bitter laugh. “That's why you're spending my money like a hurricane?” Moving back a bit, I pushed him aside and spun around under the chandelier. “I had to look the part as your girlfriend.”

RAPHEAL. Yet again. I saw myself falling into a dark ditch. A loud bird scrown followed my ears and my figure, descending in flames. Scared, I tried to figure what I was falling into. But it was too late. My numb body fell with a loud splash into a body of water. Something sharp grazed my skin and popped blood from it, turning the whole water red. I tried to fight, knowing I was a good swimmer, but it was futile. I was fast drowning. My eyes fluttered as I carefully realized where I was. In my bathtub. Soaked in water and loosing breath. Adrenaline rushed through me, as I flailed my arms in the air before pushing my head out for a breath of air. At first thought, anger and fear boiled through my blood. As of last night, I remember playing golf with my team members and retiring after a cold bath. On my bed. Apart from my normal nightmare routine, I couldn't remember how I ended up in my bathtub. I sat there for a lingering

SERAFINA. The mirror never lied. As I sat before my vanity table, slowly applying my makeup, I couldn't help but stare at my true form that gleamed back at me. Eyes blazing bright red. A dark shadow with sword stretched behind me. Rose tattoo blinking on my chest. Thankfully, I had secured my door. I ran my fingers over the white ribbed top that clung to me like a second skin, down to my mini leather skirt that had it's both splits secured with thin ropes. Fixing my penknife into my hair which was packed into a high ponytail, I threw on an ankle boot and grabbed a purse that held a black card. Raphael’s black card. But as my hand pushed the door knob, a small fragment hit my head. A woman beaten to a pulp, clearly fighting for her life. The ugliness of the memory made me freeze, as I tried to decipher what it meant. Because, they were becoming more frequent. To what point exactly? It was going to be futile after all. Shrugg