I Saw the Mafia Boss Pledge His Heart to Someone ElseChapter 1
It was my birthday, and Kael had sworn on his honor as Don that he would return early, that we would mark the night together. Yet he called in the afternoon, voice steady as ever, claiming a sudden engagement with the family’s business had detained him. I trusted him, the unspoken bonds of our crew echoing in my mind, and still I waited, heart lifting at the thought of sharing the evening with him.
I should have known better. His “engagement” wasn’t with the family ledger or the operations—it was with Via, his childhood companion, and together they laughed beneath the city’s neon glow, sparks of intimacy lighting their faces like fireworks against the night sky.
How cruelly ironic it felt.
I pictured him as if watching from a distance: his sharp, controlled expression, usually so unreadable, now softened with laughter, eyes tender as they rested on her. That was a gaze I had never received, a warmth I had never been allowed. Until now, I had assumed his aloofness was just who he was, a permanent shadow cast over any affection I might have claimed.
I laughed, hollow and bitter, before slicing into the cake that waited on the table. The sweetness filled my mouth but offered no comfort, no joy. It was sustenance only, as empty as the promises that had bound us.
I sent a message to him through the encrypted line we had once shared. His reply came instantly, calm, distant, as if nothing had been disturbed:
“What is it?”
I heard the faint echo of clinking glasses, the background buzz of celebration, and my stomach turned as my fingers dug into the table. I paused, counted two beats, and spoke deliberately:
“Where are you?”
“At the office. Why?” His voice remained that same polished mask of serenity. The sounds of laughter were gone, yet the warmth and light he had offered another lingered in my mind, suffocatingly vivid.
I glanced at the lingering image, at the joy that had excluded me, and whispered, cold and final:
“We’re done.”
“You stir trouble again,” he said, his tone like marble.
A thin, sharp smile touched my lips. “Enjoy your memories with her, Don. Perhaps you’ll treasure them more than you ever did ours.”