I Accidentally Adopted a Mafia Boss
Chapter 1: I Accidentally Adopted a Mafia Boss
I was just trying to get home.
That’s it. No heroic intentions. No “today I’ll save a mysterious man” energy. Just me, Lemon, half-dead phone battery, instant noodles on my mind—and then boom.
A crashed car.
“Great,” I muttered. “Of course.”
The car was smashed into a pole like it had personal beef with it. Smoke everywhere. Rain everywhere. And then—
A man.
Unconscious. Bleeding. Extremely good-looking.
I stared at him for a solid five seconds and said the most logical thing anyone could say in this situation:
“…Why are hot people never conscious?”
He groaned.
“Oh. Nope. Abort mission. He’s alive.”
I crouched beside him, poking his shoulder like it might explode. “Hey. Sir. Mr. Hot Stranger. Please don’t die, I really don’t have time for trauma tonight.”
His eyes slowly opened.
Grey. Sharp. Dangerous.
I froze.
Okay. So maybe I had time for trauma.
“Where am I?” he asked, voice deep enough to cause emotional damage.
“In the rain,” I said honestly. “And bleeding. You should probably not be doing that.”
He blinked. Looked around. Looked at the car. Looked back at me.
“Who are you?”
“Rude,” I said. “I’m Lemon. I’m saving your life. You’re welcome.”
He frowned. “Lemon…?”
“Yes. Like the fruit. No, I don’t know why. Long story.”
He tried to sit up and immediately failed.
Strong-looking. Weak execution.
I sighed. “Okay, big guy. Hospital?”
He grabbed my wrist.
Sir.
“Don’t,” he said. “I don’t… remember anything.”
I paused. “…Anything as in your password, or anything as in your entire life?”
“Everything.”
I stared at him.
Stared harder.
“…Are you serious?”
He nodded once.
Great. I picked up a handsome amnesia case off the road. Exactly what my life was missing.
“Do you at least remember your name?”
He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then quietly said, “No.”
I rubbed my face. “Wow. You really committed to forgetting, huh?”
He looked offended.
I helped him to his feet, mostly because leaving him there felt illegal. At my tiny apartment, I sat him on the couch and handed him a towel.
“Don’t bleed on that,” I warned. “I rent.”
He looked around like he was judging my entire existence. “This is… small.”
“So is your memory,” I snapped. “Drink water.”
He obeyed.
That annoyed me more than it should have.
“What do I call you?” I asked.
He thought for a moment. “Alexander.”
“You just… picked that?”
“It feels right.”
Of course it did. He had Alexander vibes. Rich. Dangerous. Probably owned people at some point.
“You look scary,” I added.
He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem scared.”
“I’m scared of math,” I said. “You’re just… inconvenient.”
For the first time, he smiled.
It was slow. Sharp. Wrong.
“If you saved me,” he said, “then I belong to you.”
I choked on air. “NO?? Absolutely not?? We’re not doing that.”
He tilted his head. “Then I’ll protect you.”
“I didn’t order a bodyguard either.”
He leaned back, calm. Confident. Like a king temporarily misplaced.
Somewhere deep down, my instincts screamed:
This man is trouble.
And apparently, I had brought him home.
I had no idea that the amnesiac sitting on my couch was a mafia boss.
That people were already looking for him.
Or that my life was about to become a mess of danger, chaos, and unwanted feelings
All I knew was this
I saved a stranger.
And he smiled like he owned the world.
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Ignore my bad grammar just know it was my first story..idk..how to do it..lol i daydream a lot so...ykyk
