The Obsessed Mafia King – Episode 82

THE OBSESSED MAFIA KING

SHE IS ALREADY MINE

Written By: Pamela James

©Youngicee Story

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CHAPTER 82

Alexa’s p.o.v

I opened the next page.

>>She hates me now.
But I am trying so hard.
I am trying again.
Hoping to get her love one day.
I want to tell her that I’m not perfect.
I don’t know how to love.
I only received pain in my life.
I want to tell her that I am scared that she will leave me.
I am scared because whenever I felt like living again,
I have broken again so hard.
I want her to understand me..
I want to tell her that I have no one right now.
I am so alone.
If she will leave me, I will be broken completely…
I don’t want to be broken again…
I love her a lot
Do not leave me Alexa…]

That was the last page.

I didn’t even know I was crying silently while reading this.

I KNEW MY FINAL DECISION NOW…

Time skip

I took a deep breath standing before the door of his room.

I was about to knock when I noticed the door was open.

I pushed it while clutching the book tightly.

I looked around this dark room.

Everything was bathed in darkness. Curtains were drawn.

Everything was a mess.

Things were broken and lying across the room.

In the corner of the room, he was sitting on a big chair with a cloth neatly folded and placed on his lap.

He was asleep.

His head was resting on the border of the window.

He was holding something, a frame maybe?

I quietly stepped towards him but he sensed a presence.

“I SAID GET OU….”, he opened his eyes to shout but stopped as he looked at me standing there.

I flinched and lowered my eyes immediately.

“Alexa…”, his words came out like a whisper as his eyes brighten up.

He tried to stand to hug me but he couldn’t…

He let out a low sad chuckle as he fell back on the chair.

“Ouchhh… I forgot! I am a useless mess now.”, He laughed again as he threw his head backwards avoiding my gaze looking at the ceiling.

“Why are you here Alexa? Did Manuel sent you?”, Justin asked still looking at the ceiling.

“I…I came to read this…”, I stuttured.

He still had the same effect on me.

His eyes averted towards the book as he let out another chuckle.

“Manuel told you that I love stories? Awwn, Manuel……”, he smiled sadly as he stared back at me.

“I was waiting for you Alexa… come here”, he smiled as he place the frame on the side table turning it away from me.

I moved forward standing so close to him.

“Closer.. here”, he gestured as I sat on his lap shyly still clutching the book lowering my eyes.

“Look at me…..”

“…please”, he gently held my chin lifting it.

Our eyes met.

Tears started swimming in my eyes as I looked at his state, he was not the Justin I knew.

He looked so pale.

there were dark-circles around his eyes..

he looked haunted and lost…

he looked weak…

“I look miserable, Don’t I?” he smiled weakly.

I didn’t answer.

I was just looking at his eyes.

I never knew he was hiding so much pain behind these dark brown beautiful orbs.

He gently caressed my cheek as he smiled.

“Did I ever tell you? I love your eyes? Your eyes always speak the truth Alexa…”

TBC