Entangle Enchantment

CHAPTER 5- Memories

Allesandro Russo’s P.O.V

I sat in my office, the familiar smells of cigar smoke and leather filling the room. I ran my hand through my slicked-back hair, deep in thought. Running a Mafia family was not an easy task - it required constant attention, strategic planning, and a ruthless attitude. But as much as i loved the power and control that came with my position, there were moments when I longed for a simpler life.

I leaned back in my chair and looked out of the window, watching the bustling city below. It had been days since I had seen her, the came who came to the cafe, wet, looking for a Job. I couldn’t get her out of my mind because there was something about her that had caught his attention. Maybe it was her innocence and shyness. I told the manager to give her the job of a barista and he must not tell her I told him to do that. I wanted her around. She was a regular at the cafe, working alongside the other employees.

But then my business had called me away, and hadn’t seen her since. I wondered if she took the job or moved on. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to see her again.

But as my business grew, so did my responsibilities. I was constantly pulled away from the cafe, dealing with rival gangs, negotiating deals, and making sure my operations ran smoothly.

"Boss, we have a situation with the Russians," one of my men interrupted his thoughts. I snapped out of my reverie and focused on the matter at hand. I couldn't afford to be distracted, especially with the Russians - they were always looking for ways to undermine my power.

"Tell them to meet me in an hour," I commanded, my mind was mind already working on a plan to deal with the situation.

As my men left the room, I couldn't help but think of her again. I wondered if she was okay, if she had found another job, or if she had moved on. I couldn't deny that I had developed feelings for her, feelings that he didn't quite understand. I was a ruthless Mafia boss, and she was just a simple girl from the neighborhood. Our worlds couldn't be more different, and yet, I couldn't seem to get her out of my head.

"Boss, the Russians are here," My right-hand man, Marco, announced, bringing him back to reality.

I straightened his suit and walked out of my office, ready to face my enemies. As I sat at the negotiating table, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. I had chosen this life, this power, over everything else. But in doing so, I had lost a chance at happiness.

As the meeting concluded, and the Russians left, I returned to my office, lost in thought once again. thought about her - her smile, her voice, and the way she made me feel. I knew i couldn't pursue her, it would be too dangerous for her. But in that moment, I made a silent promise to himself - to find a way to keep her safe, no matter what it took.

My phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts once again. It was Marco, informing me of a shipment that had just arrived. I quickly composed himself and headed to the warehouse, ready to take care of business.

As i stood in front of the shipment, I couldn't help but think of her again. I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on my job - I was the boss, and I had a reputation to uphold.

But deep down, a part of me still longed for that simple life.

"I hope there's nothing else for me to do," I asked Marco with a tired voice.

"No!" I was overjoyed when I heard him say that. The first thing that crossed my mind was how I would get to see her. But hey, I couldn't be a simp.

"Alright, I'm gonna check up on the cafe. Gotta make sure everything's in order," I lied. Well, it wasn't all a lie. I also wanted to catch a glimpse of her."

When I got to the cafe, my heart started racing. I was thinking of what to say to her. I entered and saw her. She looked extremely perfect, wearing a t-shirt, skirt, and boots. But my face changed when I saw her talking to a guy. I moved closer to hear what they were talking about.

"Hey, Isabella. You look beautiful today," Jake said with a sly grin.

Isabella blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Jake. You're not looking too bad yourself," she replied, batting her eyelashes.

I chuckled to myself, filled with jealousy, thinking if I should disturb their moment.

"So, what do you say we grab dinner after our shift tonight?" Jake asked, leaning in closer to Isabella.

She giggled and nodded. "I'd love that, Jake. I know this great Italian place just a few blocks away. We should try it."

I was getting frustrated and left where I was to go closer to them

“I do not pay you guys to flirt with each other” I said out of anger and jealousy

They both jumped in fear and turned to me. “If you want to flirt with each other, why don’t you quit your job” at this point, I was just angry that my girl was laughing at another guys word. Did I just call her my girl?!! What is going on with me? Why am i feeling this jealousy

Isabella walked up to me and said “You!” with a point of anger in eyes and gratitude

I replied with, "What do you mean by 'you'?"

She was about to reply, but then tears filled her eyes. I went closer to wipe them off, wondering why she was crying. Was I too harsh?