The Mafia Boss Desired My Love Again

I quickly ended the call. Afterwards, I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, there’s a popular restaurant nearby. We need to book in advance to be there."

He didn’t press the matter and took me toward a nearby hotel instead.

We spent hours working on our laptops side by side, waiting for a client overseas to respond.

We were waiting for an overseas client to respond while working on our laptops. I was dealing with front office work, and Vincent was talking to the owner of the weapon factory.

Later, exhausted, I fell asleep. The next morning, when I woke up, I found myself tucked in.

Vincent was sitting beside me, casually reading some of his documents.

Halfway through breakfast, Vincent asked me suddenly, "You changed your phone password? Why?"

Food stuck in my throat as my eyes were still fixed on my plate. "Just casually. I felt like changing it."

The old password was a combination of our birthdays. Now, when I had made a decision it didn't make any sense.

My reply didn't suit well but he still chose to ignore it.

"You always wanted to go to the movies. There’s a theatre nearby."

Vincent was a boss. Not a simple one but a Mafia boss of the Knight Family. There wasn’t an option to say no to him. So I nodded.

We sat in the nearly empty theatre. My gaze was fixed on the screen, but I couldn’t focus. My orbs were filled with exhaustion. Vincent noticed.

"This was your choice," he said, his voice tense. "You don’t like it?"

"It’s fine," I mumbled.

Just as he was about to respond, his phone rang. Without a word, he stood and left the theatre.

A few minutes later, I heard a familiar voice. "Vincent!"

Yes, It was none other than Angelina. I turned to see her clinging to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. The moment he saw me, his smile vanished.

"I didn't even know you were here, Scarlett," Angelina said in a sarcastic tone. When her wide eyes settled on my expressionless face, she continued, "Oh no! I was just excited to see Vincent. Don't take it wrong. I am sorry!"

Vincent smiled as he tapped her head. "Why are you apologising?"

I didn’t have time to react as a loud siren resonated.

People began panicking, rushing for the exits. In the chaos, I saw Vincent grab Angelina's hand. He shielded her as they ran.

The sound of gunfire was resonating in the surroundings. People screamed, and I instinctively bent down. A lean man in black, with a gun in hand appeared near the emergency exit.

Without giving it much thought, I grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher. Then I pulled the pin and sprayed it in his face. The moment the smoke from the extinguisher thickened, I ran toward the exit. My heart skipped a beat.

Moreover, Vincent came back to the same site where they were standing a few minutes ago but I was nowhere to be found.

Two hours later, I reached the train station, my suitcase in hand.

My phone rang again and again. It was Vincent. His name was repeatedly flashing on the screen—but I ignored it, turning my phone to silent.

Right before I boarded the train, I sent him one last message: We are Done.

Then I pulled out my SIM card and tossed it away.