SUSPENCE?

Being Raised Right Dosen't Mean

You Don't Drink, Smoke, Or Use Curse Words

Being Raised Right Is How You

Treat People, Your Manners And Respect.

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XANDER DE LUCA'S POV:

This key life, is what is going on in my head after my little life supposed me to her little but cozy looking appartment. If my baby looked like an angel in the dark. I only have one word to describe her after seeing her in light. Goddess. She looks so cute and tiny while supporting my large body with her petite form. Such an amazing person she is. I just kept staring at her, silently admiring the most precious person the God has ever made.

I see that my baby can fell my gun tucked on my waist. But I won't remove it. I want my baby girl to know who I am. What I am. Im not a person who would hide my profession from my lover, just so she won't leave me. Because one day she will get to know it after all. I just want to let her know by my own. I don't want her to think that I lied to her or kept something so important from her. She may feel betrayed by me. So it's for the best to tell her on my own than her knowing it later in any uncomfortable situation.

She may feel scared of me, I mean she IS scared of me now, but later she will just come around.

After reaching my little Love's apart, she first of all sorta dumped me on the couch of the living room like a sack of potatoes. What the hell? I think I would need to punish my naughty little minx huh? Anyways.

After dumping me, she sprinted like a little bunny to what I think is her bedroom? I just sit comfortably on the couch like I own the place. I do after all, it's my future wife's house so is mine right? I remove my coat and put it on the coffee table in front of me. After a while she came back with a first aid kit and sat down in front of me. My baby gently detached my blood soaked shirt from my wound but just as she was about to cut it I straight up ripped off the whole shirt. Why trouble my little life over such a minor thing? I will give her the whole world. Everything her little heart desires. Millions and billions of servants. Spoil her rotten for God's sake.

I think I startled my baby, cause she is starting at me with her innocence, widened eyes and mouth agape. Seriously. Her face is as red as a tomato. So. Damn. Cute!!!  The next thing she did almost made me awe out loud and meltedy stone heart.

''W-why wo-would y-ou even do-o that?'' She first stutterd out, almost shouting. Then closed her doe eyes with her little little palms. My goodness. Is she trying to get me diabetic. Let's tease her more.

''I'm injured baby. You shouldn't should at me. Ahhh. See because of your shout my injury hurts more.'' But seems like my innocence baby took it seriously. Just look at her panicked expression.

''What? I'm so sorry. I did mean to hurt you. Let me help you.'' She apologized to me. Oh baby. You never have to say sorry. Nor to me neither to anyone else.

Seems like her little brain finally registered my mischief, cause she looked at me suspiciously. I just grunted in fack pain. Seems like I scared her successfully. Yeah. Mental fist bump.

Looks like she is having an emotional roller coaster in her pretty mind. Her expressions are changing from panicked to worried to determination to conclusion to neutral. Pft.

She clears her throat and resumes to her work. Means my body-i mean my injury, while I continue boring holes in her head. She analyzed my would closely and trust me, her expression is not too good. I would have to make sure not to go in front of her whilst injured in the future. She takes a deep breath and opens her pink lips.

''Should I bring a Anastasia.'' Anastasia? I don't need it. I have got a lot of injuries treated with even a drop of Anastasia.

''No need little one. Just do it. I have had worse.'' I said, specially making my voice deep and husky. I didn't even remove my eyes from her. It's true though. I Have gotten a lot worse.

Why do I feel like my baby is scolding me in her pretty little mind?

She once again focus on my wound, choosing to ignore my comment on even worse. She carefully handles me, as if I am a fragile glass and would break if handled roughly. This is the first time someone is treating my wounds so gently. It is a nice feeling. Like a millions of flowers are blooming in my heart.

She removes the bullet with shaky hands and put some medicine on it. After securing the gauze on it and cleaning the leftover blood did she sigh a breath of relief. She brought me some painkillers to eat, while I just kept ogling at her. She is so sweet. All this time I didn't even buldge, but she kept wincing as if she could feel my pain. Telepathy I guess?

My baby seems conflict as to how start a conversation with me. Let me help you love. After drinking the whole glass of water I started speaking.

''So, sweet little lady. I still don't know your beautiful name. And where are my manners, I forgot to introduce my self too. I apologize. Myself XANDER DE LUCA. I'm a business man, and if you are wondering why I was in this situation in the alley. It was because of a rival company trying to kill me, because of how successful I am. Poor me. But you will help me right?'' Woah, it became a whole paragraph. I gave an excuse as to why I was in the alley. I even got as far as to show her my in existent puppy eyes. By her nature, I think she would melt by it. And my friends, she did.

''Don't worry Xander. I will definitely help you. My name is Sweety. Sweety Sharma. You must be tired right? Rest for a while, I'll go fetch something for you to wear and some food. Wait here for me, hmm?'' Yes mama (Of my future kids). And maybe my innocent baby dosent know, but I can detect it when someone lies. You see, being a Mafia isn't so easy. Her smile made up for it though, or else I was thinking of punishing her.

She left to bring me some clothes and I ...

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