~Daniele's POV~
I have been trying to strong-arm those motherfucking Russian despite Marco existing having her back as well as Eleonora having his. Those men in Russia were steadfast but something that was scaring me was that today was the opening of the new club in Italy, and I knew she wouldn't abiding peace, her grungy throws make me yield my mind though today there was something big remaining for her if she did something against.
"Boss, there is someone here to assemble you," Luca arrived as throbbed on the door of the office, while I stood scheduling the security for today's outset believing it to be a binding point for me.
"Let them come!" I said grasping onto the writings with the list of securities who would be proposing at the club for security connotations.
The door unlocked with the existence of Luca, the leader of North America who would be coming up in the event, I requested him to stand with me if Russian reflection of playing around because enduring Russian wasn't uncomplicated as for me, therefore I reached Luca to chaperone the happening in the night. We handshake and comforted on the respective seats while he was seated with two bodyguards on either side of him, knowing that his security was obligatory. I chortled internally as we would be against Russian but couldn't accumulate his confidence.
"So, what's with your plan?" Luca said while smoking cigarettes, I forwarded the list of strippers and wealthy personalities who would be attending the event.
He observed from the start and when reached down, he hooked his eyebrows together, frowning towards me.
"Seo-Jin?"
I coughed before exemplifying the reason to pen down his name in the checklist.
"He is different to this world but being close to the Dad, he questioned to request him too."
"Alright!"
"What about Russian?" he counted and that was the main causality for our symposium.
"I'm sure that she would be planning something with Eleonora however, I couldn't help it so that's why I have to preserve on to her feebleness," I rumoured.
"You have also invited Marco?" he raised in the question tone while highlighting his name with the pen.
"That's what her weakness is,"
He frowned
"How?"
"She couldn't do anything if Marco join hands with us?"
He sniggered after listening to the feedback but I couldn't let him know what was my actual plan, being Mafia, entrusting someone was perilous here in the earth of dying, and so did me. Exposing the plan to him would compromise everything if he chose to stand in opposition.
Being thankful to Dad that his old connection wouldn't abuse us in any way but I wouldn't gamble anything.
"How?" he raised the question.
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~Seo-Jin's POV~
"Dad, you can't go there," Ji-Hoon felt quivered when I let him know about the invitation from the Cristian Stryker, of today's happening.
"I know what are you scared of," I knew the rationale why he was apprehensive about so much.
"If you know then don't,"
"He knows mom and if he came to know that you were her husband then-"
"Son, you don't know our friendship," I whispered while grinning in his direction.
"What do you mean?"
"We two know that Jae had his children back in the past, and he knows that she was my wife, moreover if something comes with the matter of her then he can handle it pretty sure," I explained to him the past, that even Jae didn't know that I knew about her past, however speaking everything would put one of our life at stake.
"Dad, you are confusing me?"
"Cristian has two children, one is Daniele and another one is Eleonora, the leader of the Russian Mafia but he doesn't know that,"
"But why you are so into their life?"
"Because Jae came into my life, I fell in love but after marrying her, I came to know about her past, thats when I couldn't feel the same towards her because I was scared what if Cristian found her,"
"Then?"
"But he didn't, so nothing bothered us to live peacefully. And eventually, he found that she was my wife then, and we two disclosed the happening but I didn't tell him about his daughter considering her life away from the mafia world but later on came to know that she also happened to breathe in the same world, only I know about Eleonora. Christian and Jae didn't know about her,"
"Dad, are you serious?"
"They are Mafia, they don't seem any relationship when it comes to killing somebody," Ji-Hoon was adequately grown to know the truth, that's why I described him.
"Even if I don't want then too you two have relations with them, like steps,"
"What do you signify?"
"Step cousin, I counted the hellish actuality, just because Cristian this was presumed to transpire.
"Did anyone know out there?"
"Cristian!"
"Alright!"
"And today I had to attend the event," I voiced and nabbed the phone from the table and dialled Shik contact to notify him about the same. In addition, wants him to get inclined with the Jet.
"Alright, I have some work, see you!" he vamoosed the space and ambled out from there, I know he would be surprised to learn the relationships with the Mafia's but nonentity out there could modify the validity.
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~Sung-Ho's POV~
"What?" I mumbled while bonding the eyesight with her.
"I don't want to remember the past happening, and wants to start a new life with you," she whispered, and I couldn't acknowledge her words, for an instant I couldn't enable the satisfaction but another wink, impulsive thinking backstabbed my mind, what if she was discerning remorseful for me that I lost my parents.
I discouraged her stare, I could witness her frowning with the demeanour despite couldn't allow myself to be bedazzled with the phoney expectancy of having someone to endure perpetually.
"Why?" she mumbled while compelling me to face her, as she hooked eye contact with me.
"I just don't want to talk about that," I muttered bitterly.
"Alright," she said and nibbled my cheek.
"You-" she was cut off by her phone ringing, and her attention soon preoccupied from me to her phone.
"Hey, Dad?" she welcomed.
I couldn't get to attend to what her Dad was mumbling about, so I just wandered around with the reflections of my parents and headed upstairs to their room.
I unlocked their room and trekked inside, watching everything in the room, while preserving sheds insight, comprehending that she wouldn't be here anymore to look after me.
Sadly beaming, I proceeded to the nightstand and unlocked the drawer.
There was something like an envelope, taking it out, I discovered it precipitously.
It belonged to Dad, his retirement was about to take place in a few days.
This sight in front made me shed some tears, as a few droplets fell on the paper, however soon someone's hands wrapped around the chest, I sealed my eyes to disguise sheds, grind the bottom lips.
"You had the soundest remembrances, as well as fairest parents who thought of you every time," she muttered while smooching the back of the shoulder, driving me impassioned about determination the humming.
I fascinated her palm, and confront her with melancholy eyes, she immediately brushed them off and clasped me into the tight hug while stroking the back while murmuring endearing phrases.
Embracing her tightly, I cried out silently knowing that I wouldn't have them in life, but when she pulled away, she held my hands into hers and skimmed at me.
"Let's go!"
"Where?"
"Visiting them," she muttered and I comprehended what she indicated.
I bounced.
At graveyard;
Kneeling down in front, I hide the face with the palms, which felt broken. While Jin-Ae gave some space while standing feet away from there. Watching me from there as she was visible from the corner of my eye.
Having no words to utter, I just sat emotionally, not murmuring anything. Tears were not helping either, I felt at peace, having time with them even it's count as part of my contrition.
Believing their absence, I smiled and wished them safe for their afterlife.
Counting to myself, it had been over 10 minutes, I stood up and bowed in front of the cemetery and turned around just to encounter her smiling at me while crossed hands.
I walked near to her, and she crossed hands with mine, taking with surprise. Excitement hit surprisingly and I glanced at her state. She seemed so exhausted as it was quite visible on the face, without uttering anything we strolled towards the car and climbed inside.
She got on the driver seat and I climbed on the passenger seat, struggling for the seatbelt.
After that, she drove to an unknown path, making me frown.
"Where are you going?" I asked, eyeing her from the side.
"Some time with you," she whispered and said nothing after, so did I. We stayed silent, as she focused on driving while I peeped outside the window, taking a glance at everything passing by. Meanwhile, the voice of her dropped into my ears, I turned to the side, already finding her watching me.
"Here!" she mumbled and I took a glance at the place which came out to be my favourite cafe here in South Korea.
"Why here?" I raised the question, connecting with her sights, whereas she twitched her lips into the wide smile, making me join the eyebrows, somewhere I pretended not to know the reason why she came here because aware of the fact that this was the place where I came whenever felt upset, as this cafe was so close to the heart for some unknown reason.
"You don't know?" she questioned in a questionable tone, making me grin internally, seeing her like this, every detail about me.
I shook my head, wanted her to continue or say like wanted to know more, what she knows about me.
"Just get out!" she whispered but didn't let out the reason, might be she knew that I know as her expression were enough to take guess.
Without raising any utterances, I climbed off from the car, moving to the other side, watching her waiting for me.
The moment I reached there, she held my hand and started walking towards the way to get inside the cafe.
"You didn't tell me?"
She looked up at me, I smiled watching her look up at me, she seemed adorable whenever she had to look up, her height wasn't something to make fun of but me, being so tall, made the situation difficult for her.
"What?"
"Why you take me here?"
"Because I wanted to," she said and we got seated while she called for order.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"C-" I was cut off by her utterances.
"Cold coffee and tea," she said, there on watched the waiter walking away from the space. We didn't talk for the time till the order arrived after minutes of waiting.
"Sung?" she mumbled, drawing circles on the edge of the cup.
"Hm?" I hummed in response, pausing for her to continue, and for some reason, I could smell what she was about to talk.
"You really don't know this place?" she questioned.
"Hm?" I hummed, feeling astounded by the thought that she would be enquiring about the past but for good she didn't.
Staying silent, I gulped down one sip of the coffee and courage to speak up.
"I know!"
"Oh!"
Passing smiles in her direction, she returned lovingly, and suddenly kept hand above mine.
"I'm glad you are here!" she gently stroked her hand with her thumb.
"Why?"
"I don't know but I didn't want our meeting in a tough situation as it is,"
Her words were soft, but then remembered the happening when I arrived here.
"You don't have to sorry for me!"
"I'm not!" she spoke with straightened her back.
"I wouldn't be like-" she paused.
"Alright, let's not talk about this," she added.
"Let's go home, you must be tired from the flight, " she whispered.
After 30 minutes, we reached my house, and she reached for something eatable in the kitchen.
"Eat this and get some rest, will meet you tomorrow," she uttered and I widened my sights by the thought of her leaving.
"You are going?" I asked
"Do you want me to stay?" she raised questions instead of answering. Rather than understanding by herself, she wanted me to answer.
"I won't mind!" I said and she giggled while cupping my face, leaving a quick peck on my lips.
"Alright, then I will stay!"