Mafia King Innocent Luna

"You can't hide anything from me, you know," his mother states. "I'm your mother, and I can see that you feel something for her, something you've never felt for anyone else."

Alex leaves without a word, his mother's observations weighing heavily on his mind.

"I may have made a mistake by involving that girl. Perhaps she doesn't deserve to be protected by someone like him. If fate brings them together, I'll leave it to destiny to decide. It's hard to coexist with Alex," His mother sighs, thinking.

In his office,

Alex's anger intensifies as he begins hurling objects around. His previously injured hand, tended by Alisha, starts bleeding once more.

Sitting on the office floor, Alex contemplates his feelings. "I want her. I want her in my life. That foolish girl has made me fall for her."

He questions himself, "Do I love her? No, Alex, what's happening to you? Why have you fallen for someone so half-minded?"

Closing his eyes, he reflects, "It's only been three hours since she left, but it feels like someone has drained the life out of me. I don't know what I'm feeling, but I want her. I want her in my arms, in my life, in my bed, moaning my name and crying out in pain."

"I want to corrupt her purity. I want to immerse her in my darkness. I want her to see only me, and heal me, only me," he admits.

"I want to possess her every night, as if there's no tomorrow. I want her to never leave my bed, to be with her every moment. I love her. Is this love? When you want someone more than your breath, when you love them more than yourself, when you need someone more than the blood flowing in your veins..."

"Yes, yes, I love her. I love my angel. No one can take her away from me. Anyone who tries will face death."

Examining his injured hand, he murmurs, "You are my source of peace, my angel. Your screams of pain, your moans, your tears—those are my solace. You are the only good thing in my life."

"Your shouting in pain, your pain filled moans, your tears—these are my peace," he muses, "You know what makes you an angel? You are the only one who can provide me peace."

"I have to make you my angel," he concludes. "I want to hear your angelic voice when you cry for me, see your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of me, and feel your body marked by my touch. I want to taint your purity, and you will be painted in my colour—black."

He yearns for her and whispers, "Just wait for this monster to taint you."

After office.

Alex drives home with his bloody hand. Which is bleeding? I think, “Don't worry Alex; you are going to have someone soon who is going to tend to your injuries."

And then he reaches home and sees his mom sitting in the lobby at the dining table.

Alex's mom says, "Please eat something."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine," he replies.

Alex's mom sees his hand and notices how much he is bleeding.

She goes toward him, grabs his hand, and says, "You are not fine in this condition. What happened? Why is your already injured hand more injured now? Let me first aid it."

Alex removes his hand from his mother's hand and says to his mom, "Don't worry; soon someone is going to come into my life to take care of me."

"I know for whom he is talking like this. Now, no one can save that poor soul from him. I hope she will change my son; I can only pray, "Alex's mom thinks.

And she too leaves from there for her room, praying things just don't worse then this.

Seeing his mom leave, Alex leaves for his room, in his room he just washes his hand and thinks, "Soon, angel, very soon, you are going to tend to this injury of mine. Soon, you are going to take care of me, soon you are going to sleep with me in my arms." He changes his clothes and falls asleep, dreaming of his angel.