90 days to seduce the mafia boss

The street was lonely and darkness had already taken over the sky. Mia was already used to the environment and didn't care about the dangers that could hit her at that place.

But with the faint footsteps that echoed behind her, she could feel her heart tighten in fear for the first time in the three years she had been taking that route back home.

She paused and watched the ground, silently searching for the emergence of another shadow behind hers.

After some seconds passed and no one walked past her, she sighed in relief and kept walking.

But the moment she took a few steps forward, the sound of footsteps that didn't belong to her filled her ears again.

Mia's breathing grew raspy and heavy as she clutched hard onto the bag that her boyfriend had dropped earlier at her workplace.

"It's a thief, I know it's a thief," she whispered to herself, daring not to let go of the bag's sling or slow down her pace.

She kept walking without stopping, her heart thumping loudly in her chest and fear bubbling in her.

Soon, she got out of the lonely street and into a lane that had some people in it. She sighed in relief and continued her walk silently till she got to her house on the outskirts of the town.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a bunch of keys, then slipped it into the keyhole, unlocking the door.

As she pushed the door open, cold air hit her face, causing goosebumps to appear on her body.

She gulped and slipped out the key from the keyhole, then took a quick survey of the lawn beside her house before shuffling into the house.

Mia Sanders had lived all her life alone.

Growing up in an orphanage, she swore to get educated and live the life her parents never bothered to give her before abandoning her in front of the orphanage.

She fulfilled her dream and single handedly saw herself through college. But life can't always be a bed of roses, right?

That was what Mia always told herself whenever she was cheated by the college and her superiors.

Despite her college achievements and academic qualifications, Mia ended up working as a receptionist in a department store.

Now, her only dream is to be happy with the man she loves, her boyfriend, who has always stuck with her through life's phases, Justin McWell.

He was the only one who had loved her sincerely and didn't distance himself away from her.

They met during freshman year in college, began dating after they graduated, and have been together since then.

She didn't care about becoming wealthy anymore; all she wanted was a happy, simple life with Justin. A happily forever kind of life.

It was their fourth anniversary. Even though they don't buy luxury things for one another on their special day, they always celebrate it in a simple way that is filled with love.

To Mia, love was all that mattered in their relationship and she knew Justin felt the same way too.

The ringing of her phone forced her back to reality and she moved away from the counter, reaching for her phone in her bag.

She pulled it out and smiled when the caller's ID flashed across the screen.

"Hey," she whispered over the phone as she turned on the coffee maker, a smile on her face.

"Hey, queen, you're still with the bag, right?" He asked.

"Yes, yes. When will you come?" Mia asked and scooped some sugar into a cup.

Silence trailed after her question, and after what seemed like an eternity to Mia, he finally responded in a hoarse voice.

"I'm coming over tonight to take it," Justin replied.

She chuckled, smiling widely.

"It's our anniversary tonight," she muttered.

"I know. We'll go to the movies and make this night a memorable one," he muttered, his voice hoarse and almost lifeless.

"I love you," she whispered into the phone but before she could hear a response, the line went dead.

Her brows furrowed at his strange behavior, but she waved it aside as a bad day and then headed over to the counter when she heard the whistling from the coffee maker.

She turned it off and poured herself some coffee before heading into the cozy, damp living room she owned.

She slumped down into one of the soft coaches and sighed loudly in tiredness, sipping slowly as she waited for Justin.

About half an hour later, a loud bang on the door got Mia springing up from the couch.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked down at her body, her heart thumping loudly in excitement.

She was still in the white dress she wore to work and she hadn't bothered to pull off the black heels she had on.

Working as a receptionist at a busy department store had forced her to stick to stilettos to the point of wearing them around her house unintentionally.

The knock came again, louder than the first one. She quickly reached into her bag and pulled out a lip gloss then applied it hurriedly to her lips, screaming out to her boyfriend that she was coming for the door.

She adjusted her dress and brushed back her hair as she made for the door.

The moment she twisted the knob and unlocked the door, it swung open and a pair of strong hands brushed her to the ground.

She fell on her butt and groaned in pain, clutching her wrist as she looked up in shock.

Her eyes widened in dismay when her eyes locked with unfamiliar eyes. Eyes that didn't belong to her boyfriend, Justin.

"Who are you?" She questioned in a raised voice.

The tall, lean man standing before her scoffed in disgust and showcased a pair of handcuffs.

"You are under arrest for smuggling drugs, Miss Sanders," the man said.

Mia scoffed, her jaws falling in astonishment.

"Is this a new kind of stunt Justin is pulling to surprise me on our anniversary," she muttered, silently hoping that it was true.

The man scoffed, glaring at her with hatred and disgust laced against his face.

"Does this look like some kind of stunt to you?" The man growled, causing Mia to flinch.

The smile that was about to creep into Mia's face faded and she gasped as it hit her.

She stared at the badge on the uniform and the ID card that the man had pulled out and shoved into her face.

"Wait, you're truly a cop?" She gasped, filled with confusion.

"Where are the drugs you have hidden in your house?" The man asked and her head jerked up.

"Drugs?" She admonished, shaking her head, "There is nothing like that in my house!"

The man chuckled and whistled for his colleagues standing outside.

Four men entered and began to shuffle further into her room without saying a word to her.

Mia sprang up, alarm laced against her face.

"This is not right! What are you doing?"

"I have a search warrant, miss. Your days of committing crime are over," the cop muttered and she swerved around, glaring at him hatefully.

"Committing crimes? Have you ever seen me do anything against the law?" She spat in anger.

"Your underling has been arrested, he definitely knows the number of crimes you've committed," he replied bluntly.

Mia's throat knotted and she staggered back, still unable to comprehend the man's words.

She wouldn't do anything against the law. She had never done anything evil. How could they come to her place and accuse her wrongly? Did they get the wrong address?

"Look, I don't have anything with me-"

"Wait till the search party is done."

Mia felt like breaking into tears but she assured herself that the cops would find nothing dirty on her as she had nothing to do with drugs.

After minutes of searching, the search party returned with a bag. The same bag that Justin had given her at her workplace.

"Sir, we found the drugs in here," one of the men muttered and Mia felt her breath cease.

Before she could say another word, she was already handcuffed and led out of the house.

No matter how Mia tried to convince them with words, none of them seemed to believe her.

She sighed after her failed attempt for half an hour and slid down on the ground, ruffling her disheveled hair.

"You think you can fool us with that puppy face? People with your kind of face commit the worst crimes," a cop barked at her, hitting his baton on the bars.

Mia looked at him with tears in her eyes but said nothing. She was tired of trying to state her innocence to people who wouldn't believe a single word she said.

"Do you even have proof that I own the bag? Have you tried to ask yourselves if that bag was planted in my room?" Mia suddenly spoke up as the cop turned to leave.

He stopped walking and swerved around, a smirk creeping into his face.

"Your neighbors said they saw you with the bag," The man retorted and Mia's heart shrank.

She dug her fingers into her palm as she fumed in anger. Those people knew nothing about her and hardly behaved like she existed, but they didn't hesitate to state her.

"Those hypocrites!" She spat in disdain, folding her fist.

"You don't have to waste your time looking for more lies. We have your underling with us..." the man paused and ducked his head in between the bars, a mocking grin on his face.

"He was the one who ratted you out," he muttered her eyes in shock.

"C-can I see him?" Mia whispered in a shaky tone, gripping the bars as she staggered up to her feet.

The cop jerked up and twitched his lips in disgust, scoffing loudly.

"Can't believe that an inhumane being like you cares so much about an underling," the cop muttered and trudged off, leaving Mia's hope hanging on a thread.

"Hey, I want to know who set me up! Hey!" Mia screamed at the top of her lungs, clenching hard on the bars.

"Stop the noise already, bitch! In the end, you'll have your agents get you out of here anyway!" A woman in the cell room snapped, glaring hatefully at Mia.

Mia didn't listen to her snide comment nor did she think about it as she kept screaming for the man that made her take a fall for a crime she knew nothing about.

"I can't believe that I got to see the ruthless Mafia queen of the underworld before I'm sentenced. Guess the heavens is a bit gracious to me for that," another woman said, laughing loudly and showing off the gold teeth she had on.

"Hey, Maria, is she truly the underworld Mafia Queen everyone has been searching for?" A woman beside her asked.

"Yes, she is. I'm very sure she's going to get out soon and have plastic surgery done to change her face since the cops here have seen it," the loud woman said again.

"I heard someone saying she acts suspicious and doesn't talk to anyone. She's indoors all the time and barely laughs," a woman gasped.

"Yes, that is how they behave they will never let people know their true color."

"But what if it's a lie-"

"Let's make a bet, she's never going to go to court nor get sentenced. She's going to get out through her numerous connections," the loud woman said again.

Mia, who had stopped screaming and was listening to their conversation, widened her eyes and spun around, staring at them in shock.

"What are you guys talking about?" She groused.

The women cringed and the loud woman chuckled darkly.

"Chill, mama, I'm no enemy!" The woman said and the other women in the cell room burst into laughter.

"You don't want the queen to have your head blown up in jail, do you, Maria?" The woman beside her asked, fear darting across her eyes as she glanced at Mia's angry face.

"Are you all referring to me as the mafia queen?" She muttered, filled with confusion and anger.

The women exchanged glances but said nothing. Fear seemed to be scribbled across their faces as they looked at her.

Mia couldn't understand the reason for the fear in their eyes but she was happy that they didn't repeat those words.

She was finding it hard to deal with the false accusation glaring at her; another accusation could kill her.

"Mia Campbell?" A voice growled outside the cell and she spun around, her eyes lightening up with hope again.

The bald, huge man standing at the gate stared at her in disbelief and scoffed.

"So, you're the hidden Mafia queen the force has been looking for?" he mumbled, and Mia's eyes dimmed in confusion.

"What do you mean?" She whispered.

The man opened the gate and waved her out without an explanation for his confusing words.

Mia reluctantly walked out of the cell and began to trail after the huge man.

"See? I told you they're going to take her out soon," Maria muttered to the other women, confusing Mia, too.

As they walked along the corridor, Mia received weird stares and whispers from the staff and officers in the station.

Some of the officers held knowing smirks, some held glares, and others had shocked expressions on their faces.

Mia felt goosebumps wash over her skin at the amount of stares she received. At some point, she doubted if she would easily get out of this trap, especially with the weird title people were throwing at her.

The man got to an interrogation room, pulled the door open, and then waved her in.

She hesitated and looked at the man, her head tilting to the side in question.

"What about the underling?" She asked.

"Get in," the man bluntly replied.

She sighed and walked into the room, then sat down in the chair beside a table, aware of the cameras watching her.

She picked on her nails with her head dropped down in fear as she waited for whoever had set her up.

A thought of who it would turn out to be always made her heart skip countlessly.

As she waited, she thought of who it could be. Perhaps, Christina, her co-worker would find any reason to hate her and turn people against her. She had recently threatened to kick her out of the department store and make her life miserable.

"She's the one. I'm pretty sure of it," Mia muttered, fuming in rage.

The door opened and a man walked in, holding a jotter and a ballpoint pen.

He smirked sinisterly and grabbed one of the chairs in the room then slumped down across her.

"Hey, Miss Mia Campbell... if that is your real name," he muttered and Mia scoffed.

"Were you with my parents when I was named?" Mia snapped, getting impatient.

He chuckled and shook his head, opening a page in the jotter.

"So... how long have you been working undercover?" He asked and Mia scoffed.

"What do you mean by that?" Mia asked.

The man chuckled darkly and adjusted his spectacles before looking at her again.

"You don't have to keep acting clueless, Mia, everyone knows that the unknown Mafia queen is you," the man said.

Mia sighed loudly after hearing the name again.

"Where in the world did you hear such news?" She snapped.

"Your underling said that himself!" The man groused.

Mia banged her clenched fist on the table, huffing loudly in anger and frustration.

"Who is the stupid underling that said that?" She screamed.

The man chuckled and looked at the door then tapped on the microphone on the table.

"Bring him in, Joe," the man called out.

Mia sighed and straightened up, ready to attack whoever the person was.

The door opened and two men walked into the room.

Mia looked at the face of one of them and realized that he was a police officer. She turned to look at the other man with him, but the moment she did, she felt her breath cease.

"Justin?" She whispered in a grave tone and the man looked at her, his eyes holding no remorse or fear.

Mia staggered back, her eyes as wide as saucers as she stared at him in horror.

"You-you did this? You are the underlying?" She whispered in a cracking tone.

Justin's brows raised in a vicious smirk and he nodded.

"Yes... boss."

Mia jerked up, her widened eyes almost popping out of their sockets as Mia stared at him.

"Justin?" Mia gasped, her lips trembling in shock.

"You see? What more lies are you going to tell, huh?" The man said, waving his fingers at Mia.

"I'm sorry, they threatened to kill me if I didn't spill the truth," Justin blurted out without a tinge of remorse in his eyes.

Mia heard her heart shatter into pieces as the man she had wholeheartedly loved made her take a fall for a crime she had never thought of committing.

To her, Justin was the only one who could ever love her. But now, everything that she had thought was true was all a lie. A deep lie that she never saw from the beginning.

"How could you do this to me, Justin?" Mia whispered in a cracked voice, her heart burning in rage and betrayal.

"I'm sorry, boss, you've got to understand," he muttered.

Mia's heart clenched and she growled loudly and then raced toward him, blinded by anger and pain.

"Hey!" The cop growled, but before he could get to me, her hands were already stuck in his hair, pulling out strands of hair from his scalp and earning an agonized scream from him.

She desired to kill him for lying to her and deceiving her.

She wanted to make him pay for what he had done to her, even if it meant committing a true crime this time.

The man beside Justin grabbed her and tossed her to the ground, glaring hard at her.

"How dare you try to show off your dirty colors here, huh? Mark my words, even your agents won't be able to save you from us!" The man growled, shaking his clenched fist at Mia.

The interrogator stepped forward and grabbed Mia, forcing her on her feet.

Mia dropped her head, tears threatened to spill out of her eyes but she held them back, swearing silently that she wouldn't cry.

She slumped into the chair and buried her flushed face in her palm, trembling in anger and shock.

The interrogator banged his fist on the table, and she jumped but didn't look at him.

"He told us everything you've been doing. We don't need to interrogate you anymore," the interrogator said and she raised her head, glaring at him.

"What do you mean you won't ask me any more questions? I'm the victim here!" Mia retorted.

The men exchanged glances and shared a mocking laughter that pierced through her soul.

The man stopped laughing and leaned closer, mischief darting across his eyes.

"You are the mafia queen, there is no need to prove you are not since your underling has exposed you. Get a lawyer if necessary, but be rest assured that you're going to jail," the man muttered.

Mia's jaws dropped in shock and she gasped, unable to comprehend what was going on in their minds.

"Get up. It's time to get into the lock-up," he muttered.

Mia huffed, shaking her head in disagreement.

"No! This is wrong, he had it all set up. The bastard is lying to you all!" Mia screamed but none of them listened to her.

She knew they wouldn't listen, but she had no other choice but to keep screaming out her innocence even if she ended up in a place she didn't belong- jail.

As the man dragged her off, she craned her neck backward and caught Justin smirking at her. He didn't look like the man she had fallen in love with, he looked nothing like the man she had courted for years.

Mia felt her heart break even more at the thought of going to jail for a man who promised to sacrifice everything for her sake.

The man dragged her into the detention cell and slammed the door shut, locking it up while he cursed at her loudly.

Mia slipped down to the cold floor and buried her face in her palm, sobbing quietly.

"Why is she crying?" One of the women asked as they watched her in awe.

"That is just a show she's putting up. She will get out soon," the loud woman snapped.

Mia directed a glare at her and she slammed her mouth shut, cringing back.

No one said a word to Mia as she sat on the ground, wallowing in pain and anger.

Hours passed, and slowly, it unfolded to a day. It was a day of no hope, a day of wallowing in deeper pain and agony, left with no one to speak with aside from the inner voice in her mind.

She couldn't even look forward to the future like she always did whenever she was in a tight corner.

Mia had concluded that the future was neither bright nor bleak. There was no future, only death existed ahead.

"Hey!" A soft voice startled her, snapping her back to reality.

She slowly swerved her head to the side and stared at the lady sitting down next to her.

The lady seemed to be her age mate, or perhaps, a bit older.

The lady's sharp dark eyes roamed around Mia's face and body as if she was searching for something on her.

Her beautiful face was cold and unreadable, and her icy, sharp eyes seemed so commanding and intimidating.

"I've been watching you since you arrived," the woman said, her words cutting through Mia's silent analysis.

Mia raised her brows, wondering why she hadn't seen her ever since she arrived.

"You claim to be the mafia queen?" The woman muttered, scoffing slowly.

Mia sighed and looked away, tired of hearing the same words over and over again.

"Hey, can't you talk? Did the accusations get your tongue?" The curt words of the woman pricked Mia's heart, forcing her to snap a glare at the woman.

"Shut your trap and leave this place because you know nothing!" Mia growled and gasps from the other women filled the room.

The woman seemed unshaken by Mia's threat. She remained seated on the spot, a knowing smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

She chuckled and leaned closer to Mia, hitting her hot breath on Mia's neck as she tilted her neck towards her ear.

"You think I'll fear you just because you come here and claim to be the mafia queen? Quit the act, I know who the real Mafia queen is," she whispered, and Mia's heart dropped into her belly.

She jerked her head to the side and stared at the smirking woman with widened eyes.

"What did you say? Do you know who she is? Who is..."

The woman raised her hand, signaling her to speak in low tones before drawing closer.

"I know your useless boyfriend set you up, and I'm also aware that the cops were bribed by a hidden organization," the woman said, and Mia gasped, slapping her hand over her mouth in shock.

"Don't worry too much, you won't be going to jail. There is someone that will help us."

"Who?" Mia whispered, bubbling in excitement and renewed hope.

The woman smiled, her dark eyes twinkling as she leaned towards her ear.

"I will help you escape, but not without a payback, do you agree to this?" The woman asked.

Mia gulped hard and stared intently at her face but couldn't make out anything from the blank expression.

She knew this was her only hope to avoid going to jail, but she couldn't help but wonder what this woman could ask of her after helping her escape death.

What if she forces her to do something worse than the crime she has been accused of?

What if...

"Are you interested?" The woman cut through her thoughts and she looked up, her eyes gleaming.

Without thinking twice, she parted her lips and responded, "Yes, I agree."