Ruling Mafia's Heart
“Fuck. What have I gotten myself into? But no worries... I know karate. Yeah, I’m skilled in self-defence, and I’m not naïve—”
“Shut up, Roshini. Just shut the fuck up!” His outburst hurt my ears. “What nonsense are you spewing?” He snapped, clearly irritated, but I couldn’t care less. The shock of involving/dating a Mafia member consumed me. “And I’m not the original Russian Mafia. Zayn is. I’m his brother, and I work for him, with him.” He clarified in a serious tone.
Now, this is a big problem.
“Oh, my freakin’ god. What the fuck! So you’re his right-hand man? Listen, never betray him, always remain loyal to him, that’s cool—” I offered my advice earnestly.