EDITED: 18th March 2019.

Brooklyn.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm at 6:00 pm. I yawned and stretched my limbs, I had to get ready for the so-called 'date' with Diavolo.

I had taken a nap, to refresh myself and take out the tiredness out of my body. I got up and went to the washroom, looking in the mirror I saw the stitched wound on my forehead.

I touched it wincing when it caused a burning sensation on contact with my fingers. It still didn't heal, and the nurse had told me to apply the antiseptic cream and use it on a daily bases.

I took a shower careful with the wounds on my legs, shoulder, and forehead. Thankfully, the accident didn't cause any severe internal damages just some minor ones like a broken rib which healed when I was in the coma. Other than that, there were only scratches and stitches on my skin which I knew would heal and become scars.

I stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my dripping body. I picked up an outfit and some underwear, just as I changed into my undergarments my mother came in the room.

"Are you going somewhere, Brook?" She asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Coffee with a friend." I said, nonchalantly slipping on my off-shoulder romper.

She narrowed her eyes into slits, "Are you out of your mind? You just got discharged from the hospital and you want to go out? Rest and allow yourself to heal. You can go some other day." She said worrisome.

"Mom, I am fine. I feel fine. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be going. And if I don't feel good I will come back home immediately." I said reassuringly.

"But--," She started protesting, but I cut her off.

"I'll be fine, mother. I am not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself." I said, beginning to get annoyed. I understood her concern, I really did but I am 23 and an adult. I could take care of myself very well.

She sighed in defeat, "Okay. Go. But if anything happens, anything you call me right away." She said sternly.

I nodded, "Yes I will. I promise." I said and she gave me a pat on my head, putting the medicines and antiseptic creams on my side table and leaving the room.

I shook my head, smiling. Mothers. I looked at the time, it was almost 6:45 and I hurriedly combed my hair, swiping a light coat of mascara on my eyelashes and lipgloss on my lips. I took one of the creams and applied it on my wounds as well.

I was walking down the stairs when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the time on my watch, 7:00.

"I'll get it," I yelled before anyone else could open the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a very well-dressed and hot Diavolo standing, with a smirk on his handsome face. I checked him out shamelessly, how could someone be this gorgeous? My hands itched to touch his soft looking hair, and I almost did before I heard a cough.

"You have a little drool there." He said pointing to my mouth, and my fingers immediately shot up to wipe it only to realize the jerk played me.

He laughed and I glared at him, more embarrassed than angry.

"Stop doing that you look like an angry kitten." He said his smirk widening.

I blushed. He had the tendency to make me blush easily, just by his words. He was different than all the other guys I had encountered.

"Come on, I would love to make you blush forever but we have a date to go to." He said, holding out his hand. I looked at it weirdly before keeping my hand in his, loving the warmth of it.

"I am leaving," I screamed inside, knowing my mom heard it from wherever in the house she was.

I shut the door closed, and walked side to side with Diavolo. He was looking straight and I couldn't help but glance at our intertwined hands once again. They fit perfectly together. ---

Sitting in the car, with Diavolo driving I didn't exactly understand what was the point of having coffee at 7:00 pm. Like did people even drink coffee at this time?

"We are here, piccola." He said, speaking for the first time since they entered the car. I nodded, getting out of the car knowing fair well he wasn't about to open the door for me like a gentleman.

We walked through the doors of the fancy coffee shop, taking a seat in a private booth in the corner.

Diavolo waved a barista over and ordered an unsweetened black coffee before looking at me, asking me what I want. I ordered a simple chài latte, and the barista slipped away. I knew that barista's normally don't come to the tables and take orders from customers, privileges rich people had.

A few minutes later, with our drinks in front of us, Diavolo finally started speaking,

"Brooklyn, I need to tell you something." He said, seriously.

"Yeah?" I encouraged him to go on, taking a sip of my latté.

"I am a part of something bad, and people of something just as bad as me are after you." He said, and I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Okay, exactly what 'something bad' are you talking about?" I asked him.

"The Italian mafia and the Russian mafia." He said, and I started laughing before I saw the deadly serious look in his eyes.

"Wait you are serious?" I asked, awkwardly.

He nodded, looking into my eyes making me see the 'no kidding' look in his eyes.

"There is no such thing as mafia. I think you are delusional." I said, chuckling. I mean I knew what mafia was but it was kind of hard to believe that the only guy who really made me feel something was a part of it.

"I am not kidding, Brooklyn." He said, but I stubbornly refused to believe him.

"Prove it," I said.

He looked at me for a few moments before taking a 100 dollar bill from his pocket and placing it on the table, grabbing my hand and walking out of the place.

I was in shock of how easily he kept the 100 dollars on the table like it was nothing, he didn't even glance back. I mean, 2 cups of coffee didn't cost that much.

He opened the door of the car for me, swiftly placing me in shotgun then climbing himself in the driver's seat.

He didn't start the engine, or make any move to do so instead he pulled up his shirt. I shrieked, immediately placing my palms on my eyes hearing his amused chuckle.

"Open your eyes, piccola." I heard him say after a few seconds, and I peeked out of my fingers seeing him fully dressed. Thank God.

I removed my hands, and he waved a shiny object in front of my eyes. I inspected it closely, gasping and jumping back when I saw it was a gun.

"Why the fuck do you have a gun?" I said, almost jumping out of the car in fear.

"I told you, I am in the mafia." He said as if it was nothing.

And for some reason, I believed him now, even if it felt surreal.

"Okay, what do you do for them?" I said, hoping he was a mere member so at least we had a chance. How? Simple, I could make him leave the mafia if we ever get involved in a relationship somewhere in the future.

I might be naive but I do know about the dangers that lurk around the world. I read the news, even if the mafia is rarely in it the journalists do write articles once in a while about their..work.

He chuckled, "I run it, piccolo." He said and my jaw almost hit the ground.

"As in your the bo--" I started, but he cut me off.

"Yes, piccola. As in, I am the boss. As in, I give orders." He said, smirking placing his gun back in the gun holder on his jeans.

In a state of shock, I did the only thing I always did when things got tough. I opened the car door and ran, not looking back.

Ran as if my life depended on it.

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a u t h o r' s n o t e:

lmao, i also always run from my problems.

this chapter was fun to write, i actually smiled through out it.

well, Brooklyn ran away. what do you think Diavolo will do now?

run after her or give her space to process all the information?

we shall find out in the next chapter. *says in a british accent*

okay some people might wonder why i use italics sometimes in between of sentences. simple, it is for emphasis on that certain word or for showing that the word is important and should be paid attention to.

BROOKLYN'S OUTFIT ABOVE. YES THAT IS HER FACE AS WELL.

that's it, thanks for reading ;)

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