His Chosen Mafia Queen

Chapter 3

Sophia’s POV

The last week has been a bit weird but exciting. I

left my mooch of an ex and moved into my own

condo apartment in a really nice building downtown.

I didn’t believe the woman, Carmen, who showed

up at my beauty institute when she offered her

apartment in exchange for free classes and free

makeovers, but I was desperate and accepted. I

didn’t want to keep renting a hotel room until I found

a new place.

I’m so glad I took her up on the offer. My place is a

big two-bedroom, 2-bathroom condo fully furnished

apartment. Everything in the apartment is modern

with a light gray and white color concept with light

pink accents everywhere except for the kitchen,

which has stainless steel appliances, and the

cabinets are white with gray and white marble

countertops. All I had to bring in here were my

clothes.

My neighbors haven't been rowdy, and they greet

me whenever they see me. I was surprised by theirgreetings because I’m used to everyone just

minding their business. This city is nothing like the

small town I lived in, where everyone was friendly.

I was very close to going to a different college, but I

decided to attend Draven University in hopes of

possibly running into Valentino, which didn’t

happen. After a year of him being gone, I decided to

stop my hopes of seeing him again and started

making friends and trying to enjoy life because it

was our plan for college. Unfortunately, I

experienced heartbreak and boy troubles without

him by my side. Thankfully, I was able to get over

them quickly because I never saw them again,

which was weird, but I figured they just avoided me,

which I was grateful for.

Other than that, college went smoothly, and I

graduated with my master’s in business and opened

up my beauty institute, and it has been successful

for 5 years now.

I decided to take the day off today and go shopping

at the mall to grab some things to make my condo

feel more homey. I like reading in my free time, but

wasn’t sure what to get, so I told the Barnes and

Noble associate to have fun and select any 3 books,but they had to be in the romance genre, and I’ll buy

them. She accepted the task happily and had two of

her coworkers help her pick out the books while I

ordered myself a hot chocolate from Starbucks. All

the books they selected were from an author that I

didn’t recognize, but they told me that she was a

fairly new author and that they enjoyed her books.

After purchasing the books, I went into Hot Topic for

some Sailor Moon Funko Pops. I also brought Betty

Boop and Marilyn Monroe Funko Pops to place on a

shelf at my business. At Spencer’s, I brought a new

bullet because I left mine at my ex’s place and

haven't had the chance to order one from Amazon

or Pure Romance. There was a grand opening at a

beauty supply store that piqued my interest and

brought a couple of plush cushions for my business,

one looks like lips and the other like lipstick. After

that, I went to Target and bought some picture

frames and a cute little dog plush for my bed, and a

new bedsheet set, along with a couple of Lego

flower sets to do in my free time when I’m bored or I

need a mental break.

Now I’m regretting the decision to buy all of this

stuff because carrying it from my car to my

apartment is going to be annoying, but I know I can

do it.Once I park my car in the building’s garage, I run to

the elevator and stop the door with my bags before

stepping inside. The two men who are inside the

elevator are silent. One of the men turns his face, so

I can’t see him, and the other man gives a friendly

smile when I enter the elevator.

“Woo, that was close,” I state as I place my bags

down.

“What floor?” asks the man who has his face

turned.

“25, please.”

When he presses the button, I see that the

penthouse button has been pressed, and so is floor

49.

“Wow, you guys are going all the way to the top. I

could imagine the view from that high up.”

“Are you afraid of heights?” asks the man who

smiled at me.

“I am, but I’m starting to get a bit used to it now that

I’m living on the 25th floor.”“That’s good to hear,” states the man who turned

his face. Then he clears his throat after realizing

how weird that sounds from a stranger, and the

other man lightly laughs.

“My name is Owen. This is my friend and boss,

King. And you are?”

“My name is Sophia…that’s cool that you guys

could be close friends even though you’re an

employee and boss.”

“It is,” states King.

“So what do you guys do? If you don’t mind me

asking.”

“I own this building,” states King.

“So that makes you what, the manager, Owen?”

“I make sure what King needs done gets done, so I

guess you could say that,” he responds with a

chuckle.

The door stops and dings before stopping on the

25th floor.“This is me, guys. It was nice meeting you,” I state

as I bend to gather the bags.

“Do you need help?” They ask in unison.

“No, thank you. I got it. Thank you.”

“Goodnight,” states Owen.

“Goodnight, Soph,” states King in a low voice right

as the elevator door closes.

Once I get into my apartment, I start putting my

stuff away, replaying how weird King seemed yet

polite, while wondering why I got such a weird vibe

from him.

Owen seemed friendly, and he wasn’t bad-looking.

He was a bit taller than King, and he had that

rugged, manly, bad-ass type of look: big beard,

short hair, tattoos, stocky, most likely muscular

body frame. He had a wedding ring, so he was most

likely just a friendly person.

King was wearing a navy blue suit, so it’s hard to tell

if he had tattoos on his arms like Owen, and hisbuild didn’t look as big, but you could tell he was

still fit.

Something about King seemed familiar to me. I

don’t know if it was because he was wearing the

same cologne that Valentino used to wear, or if it

was because he kind of sounded like him too….

Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me because I

thought about him earlier today.

Whatever the reason is, I can’t help but wonder if

I’m going to see him again, and if it’ll be just as

weird.