Heartless Love

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Summary

Erica and Ricardo. Both have conflicting personalities. Both are from the Mafia world but are poles apart. Will Ricardo's vengeance shatter Erica's life? Or will her love change him?

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1

Erica’s POV:

I was preparing the chocolate cake in the kitchen when I heard a loud scream from the front. I was at work. I work at a café to pay for my college. Now my dad is a rich man but I am not a spoilt brat and will not always depend on him for everything. Now back to the present. I rushed out and saw a man wearing a suit punching Noel.

My hands and face had some chocolate ganache from the cake but I did not care and rushed to help my friend. The owner of the café Ron and 2 other customers tried to get that man off Noel but he did not budge.

I have no idea how I got the strength to do the next thing I did but I was not leaving Noel there to be beaten up to death. I grabbed the man’s collar and made him face me and slapped him real hard across his face. And next thing I know I was pinned to the wall by him. He grabbed both my hands and locked them on the wall above my head with just one hand. While I was thinking how strong he was his other hand was on my neck. The hold was not tight but hard enough for make me struggle and prove who the alpha was.

In the heat of the moment I had an eye lock with this person and it felt like everything stopped. His eyes were beautiful. They were blue just like the ocean. Exactly like the color of my mother’s eyes. Noel’s voice brought me back to reality “Please let her go. I was the one who messed up your order. She has nothing to do with it.” Listening to this my eyes widened and I finally spoke “You were beating Noel just because we got your order was wrong.” I was in utter shock and he scoffed at me. He had the audacity to hold me in this position and threaten to choke me and scoff at us. I was infuriated and I called out to Ron, “Ron call the cops right now. ” to which he started chuckling and pressed my neck a little too hard and a single tear slide down my cheek and I closed I eyes shut.



I felt his grip loosen up. I flutter my eyes open and hear the other guy call out to him “Yo, Ric enough. Let’s go man!” Oh God at least he has sensible friends. He turned around and walked away and I drop on the group and hug both my legs. This was a very traumatic experience even for me. Yeah when I saw that I mean I am a mafia lord’s daughter. My family is pretty normal except for the mafia business part. I have always been away from all that drama. My dad and my brother are in the mafia. Of course after my dad Jerry would be the king. I mean Gerald as he thinks Jerry makes him sound less serious. My sister Sasha was into the family business before her marriage too. Now she lives in a different town with her husband – Jonah and a lil one - Josh.

My dad didn’t want her to be involved in it anymore. I lost my mom when I was six. My elder brother and his wife were killed two years back or that’s what we think as they cannot just vanish into thin air. That changed a lot of things for us. Specially, my brother Jerry. I am the youngest one. Not a single one of my siblings or me for that matter have eyes like my mother. Thinking of her reminder me of that guy from earlier today. I was still on the floor when Noel hugged me and said “I am sorry Erica. You shouldn’t have done that.” I managed to speak “I am okay El. But you need to see a doctor.” Ron suggested “I will get him to the hospital. Erica you go home. You are still shaken up.” I was about to protest but Noel grabbed my hand and stroked my cheek saying “Eri go home. I will call you as soon as I get back from the hospital.”

I grabbed my stuff and headed out. I did not feel like walking but waiting for a cab would be worse and as my phone was dead as always I could not book a cab, so I ended up walking down the block. It was already dark. Almost the time when my shift ends but today the darkness made me uncomfortable. As if someone was watching me or following me. I kept turning back and checking if someone was behind. Suddenly I was pulled into a alley with a hand covering my mouth.