The Mafia & The Billionaire

Alex’s POVText © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Serene is something. She gave me that straight without batting an eye and did not even feel guilty towards me. She’s strong and confident, just like the woman I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. I remember meeting that kind of girl when I was 15 years old, and our family went to Josna for a vacation.

*** Flashback ***

It was when I saw someone pickpocketing an older woman. I shouted, but he had already taken the older woman’s wallet, so I tried to apprehend the criminal and caught him at a dead end. I thought I had him, but I was wrong because he intentionally lured me there. His accomplices showed up, and I had no place to go either. I could take the guy if it were one-on-one, but because it was five against me, I instantly thought I was fucked up.

I tried to dodge all their attacks as much as possible, thinking Dad and Mom would look for me and find me in no time. There were some that I successfully avoided, but because too many of them attacked me at the same time, I was almost unrecognizable when some girl, who I thought was a lot younger than me, stopped them.

My eyes were almost closing, so I couldn’t see her face clearly, but I knew she was way younger than me. “Is that how sissy you are to go against one kid?” The girl asked, and even though I was aching all over, I couldn’t help but glare at her for calling me a kid.

“So you think a girl like you would be able to do anything to stop us?” one of the guys asked, smirking.

“Five of you will be enough for my training today. Why don’t you leave the boy and come to me all at once?” she replied with a stoic face. I never saw her make any facial movements, and I don’t think she was used to that. I can tell that even if my sight is blurry.

“Are you crazy?” It infuriated me that despite my attempts to get her attention, she never bothered to look at me. “I was already like this, and you still want to deal with them? Why don’t you run and call for help, and I will try to buy you some time?” I said, even though I had already let them know the plan.

“Tsk! Idiot!” She snapped instead and approached us.

“You are such an idiot!” I yelled at her and prepared myself to help her if someone attacked her from her blindside. My eyes widened after I saw how she moved. She was very swift in all her attacks and very fast, too. Taking down five of them was like a walk in the park. I saw two boys my age watching the whole thing from not too far away. I thought they were with the tugs, so I never looked at them.

The sound of a siren was heard, and even if those tugs wanted to run, they couldn’t because they were all facing the ground, eating dust in their sleep. I looked at the girl, amazed at how good she was. I promised myself that I would find a woman like her to marry in the future, even if it was not exactly her.

The boys, whom I thought were with those tugs, approached and handed her her jacket. She took it, and the three left without saying a word. I wanted to run after them, but I couldn’t because I was a mess. Every part of my body was aching, and my nose was still bleeding from all the hits I took. The older woman had been with the police, and she thanked me. Of course, I didn’t take the credit and told her about the girl. Still, she thanked me for running and catching those tugs.

*** End of Flashback ***

Now, I met Serene. That incident may be why I never had any serious girlfriends. I looked for someone dominant yet submissive. Someone solid but caring, intelligent, and lazy, just like my wife now. My subconscious mind imprinted that girl’s character on me, reminding me of the promise I had made to myself.

Looking at Serene now, whose attention was still on the folder I snatched from her, I wanted to think she was the girl from 13 years ago. “Serene,” I called her, and she looked at me still, with a stoic face. My phone started ringing, but I ignored it and continued asking her, “Have you gone to Josna about 13 years ago?” I asked, but my phone was ringing so loud.

“You better answer that first,” she said, looking at the files she was reading again. I took my phone and found mom’s name.

“Mom,” I said, looking at Serene. She didn’t even look at me. Usually, at times like this, women look at their husbands when they hear them talking to their mothers. But my wife is different. She only focuses on something important to her, and my mom is not.

“What happened to that someone on your mind being your wife?” Mom asked.

“I will let you meet her when the time comes,” I replied, looking at Serene, thinking she would have her eyes on me once she heard about that. It wasn’t hard to believe that my mom called me about my wife, right?

“Are you telling me this to deter me from helping you find a wife?” Mom asked, a little annoyed.

“Mom, I already told you that you don’t need to bother yourself about that. I can handle the board as well, and just as I said, I will not let Dad’s hard work go to waste.” I told her.

“Make sure about that, Alex. I trust that you know what to do,” Mom replied.

“Yes, mom. I am going to introduce her to you when we’re ready.”

“Make it fast or else,” she replied, and we ended our call. My gaze landed on Serene after I put down my phone and found her looking at me.

“Mom wanted to meet you,” I informed her, and she nodded. “When do you want to meet her?” I asked.

“When you’re ready,” she replied before taking another folder. When I’m ready? I am astounded. I thought I was thinking about her, so I kept delaying their meeting, but I was wrong. I shook my head in disbelief and went to our bedroom. I was thinking of helping her with whatever she was looking at because I was 100% sure it was about her company, but I changed my mind. She was full of herself, so I think she could handle that well.