Alisha pov
I woke up in the middle of the night, my mind filled with Alexander's words. The sleep helped me clear my mind completely. I still can't believe that he is a mafia. He is not just some mafia member, but the mafia king who rules the entire underworld.
But he doesn't look like one, though. I imagined the devil to be scary, manipulative, brutal, and dreadful, but instead, he turned out to be the world's kindest, sweetest, and most loving man. Or maybe he is like this only to me.
The man I know can't be ruthless and cruel. Even if he is, do I care? The answer is no. I don't care how he is with others. What I care about is how he is with me. Yes, when he told me he was a mafia, I was shocked but not afraid of him.
It is odd that I don't fear him. I'm not afraid of him. Wait a minute, I'm trying to accept that he is a mafia, not trying to run away from him like normal people. Wow, I'm so weird.
