Mafia's Revenge: His Obsession

Revenge

Alexander’s P.O.V.

"What the f*ck." I muttered in frustration. I scanned the surroundings in anger. She was unconscious in my arms. Where could I possibly find this girl's address now?

What if I left her there? I didn’t know her, so why do I have to care about her? “Yes, don’t be bothersome just for a girl.” My mind advised me. Before that, I laid her on the couch, and my eyes fell on her innocent face. What if someone takes advantage of her condition?

With that thought, I took a deep breath and lifted her in my arms; my direction was towards my apartment at the eighth floor of this building. Once there, I settled her on the sofa, and without looking at her face, I went to freshen up.

After half an hour, when I returned to the lounge, she was moaning in pain. I put my face mask on and turned towards her.

"Ahh..." she whimpered, hands clutching her head as tears streamed down her face. "My head is pounding," she said between sobs. I nodded angrily and headed towards the open kitchen when I heard a crash from behind.

Suddenly, a crash echoed from behind me; she had stumbled, trying to rise.

“What the hell?” Clenching my fists, I restrained myself, stomping towards her.

“Don’t dare to spread your dirt here.” I swiftly covered her mouth before she could create a mess and dragged her to the washroom.

Now I was sitting comfortably on the sofa, listening to the strange noise coming from the washroom. She had drunk alcohol for the first time, and now she was vomiting.

I was wondering why I needed to listen to her nonsense. I didn’t have to take her there.

“Ah.” She came out with her hands on her stomach.

Observing her pitiful state, my gaze bore into her trembling figure. She seemed conscious now, her fear evident as she glanced at me.

“Where am I?” While looking around, she looked at me.

"You are in my hell right now." I stated it coldly, my red eyes fixed on her, advancing slowly.

"Do you know you ruined my evening?” I said it in a low but heavy voice as I wrapped my arms around her. Terrified, she recoiled, her wet hair clinging to her ears. Her half-sleeved white shirt revealed vulnerability beneath her facade. Her softness, trembling pink lips, and trembling body made me gravitate towards her. My gaze shifted to her body.

Feeling that, she backed away nervously.

"How dare you call me a gangster? You degraded me; your tongue was very uncontrollable in front of me. Did you create this drama so I'd take you home and spend the night with you? But you are not my type. I hate girls like you." I said, watching as shock registered on her face.

Her hazel-green eyes brimmed with transparent tears as she struggled to respond. "You can't accuse me like that," she protested weakly, her lips trembling.

“Have you seen the time?” I pointed to the left; my eyes never left hers. She quickly looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

"It's one o'clock, and you find yourself in a stranger's apartment."

"But..." she faltered, unable to defend herself, her lips quivering.

"Look at your dressing," I remarked, stepping back from her and sitting down on the couch. At my sarcastic words, she rolled her eyes. Bringing my hand to my lips, I stared at her with my deep eyes. Suddenly, she stood, meeting my gaze squarely.

"Who are you to question my dressing and disrespect me?" She gritted her teeth, and her voice was firm despite her trembling. My lips spread mockingly.

"You seem to have forgotten your condition. I could have taken advantage."

"Shut up!" she snapped, hands covering her ears. I stood up angrily and moved towards her.

Seizing her arms, I dragged her to the door, tossing her out with a forceful gesture. She fell hard on the ground and groaned.

"It will hurt you deeply to tell you this, but such a service is not available here; you can go." I declared, slammed the door shut, and retreated to the bed angrily. I despised her presence. In my opinion, an oriental woman should maintain her dignity and attire. Closing my eyes, I recalled the sensation of her lips against mine. Frustrated, I sat up.

"I can't afford any more women. They are all mean and deceitful." I muttered, refusing to succumb to weakness.

Her tear-filled eyes haunted me as I struggled to shake off her touch. As I lit a cigarette, I pondered the impact of her presence. How could I be affected by a mere touch?

The pendant hanging around my neck was silently feeling the discomfort of his companion.

“I will not let anyone dominate me; I have always felt strong by being alone, and this loneliness will always be with me. I will never tolerate anyone around me, and I will never be weak. Especially not with a woman.” Rubbing my hand, I began to get rid of the touch, but how could I erase the touch of those soft, kissable lips?

"Ufff." I shook my head and started looking at the cigarette that had reached my hands after a slug. I quickly threw it down. How can someone’s touch change my condition? I used girls as toys; I never felt like this. No, I wasn’t weak. How can I love someone’s touch?

Suddenly, the intercom rang. Jag was on the call.

“Marshal is here. He said it was urgent. But if you want to rest...”

“Let him come.” I cut the sentence and ordered. A moment later, the Marshal entered while bowing his head.

“Tell me, did you find something?” As I asked, Marshal handed me a file. There was everything I wanted to know. My eyes got fixed on the picture.

“Who is she?”

“She is Alex, the only daughter of John. He loves his daughter very much. She is…..” He stopped and looked at my impression.

I saw the picture in my hand. They were the same, exactly the same. She was the same girl with hazel-green eyes whom I threw out an hour ago. What a coincidence! She was so near me an hour ago, whom I searched for 11 years.

“Tomorrow, John is going to announce her engagement with a Mafia man at a party.” He added further, and a cold smile appeared on my lips.

“He would not be able to do it. It is time for revenge. Tomorrow would be the last time he'd see his daughter.” The anger I felt towards her cooled down my earlier longing.

I, Alexander Xavier, A big name in Mafia World, I spent most of my time isolated on my island. I had nothing in the name of family. I was the cruelest man in the mafia world. There was no room for forgiveness in my dictionary. I have been searching for my parents killers for a long time, and today, the search was finally over.