In Love With The Mafia Lord

Aliya Walter

What are you doing, Aliya? You still have one more table to serve, Manager Jake yelled at her.

Manager, my working hours are over. More over, there is an emergency at home I need to attend to. I'm sorry, manager. I rushed out of the cafe after pleading with my boss. Finally, he was coming back after six whole years. Xander, my boyfriend. After we lost contact on the 3rd years of his travel, life had been very difficult, lonely and I spent almost every night nostalgic and scared. Nostalgic, because he suddenly stopped picking my calls. I'm also very scared, because ever since he left, I've been feeling a strange presence around me like someone's watching me yet when I look around, I find nothing suspicious.

On getting home, I found my roommate, Hailey in the kitchen, grabbing a leftover egg sauce in the fridge.

Hailey, I'm super excited. Xander is coming back next week.

Really? Hailey Parks exclaimed as she also poured herself a glass of orange juice.

Well, yeah! And what's that indifferent look on your face, I frowned seeing Hailey was nowhere excited as I was.

Six long years, Aliya? Do you honestly believe a charming and wealthy man like Xander would remain celibate for you all that time, just as you've reserved yourself for him? Snap out of it, Aliya. Don't be shocked if he returns with a stunning woman by his side."

Hailey, are you really my friend?

I meant no harm," Hailey said, strolling behind me as I walked to my room.

"I'm just saying what I feel," she continued. "You're wasting your youth on this man. You've given a quarter of your life to him, and yet he takes you for granted. Think about it - you've been trying to reach him for three years, and he can't even bother to answer your calls. How busy can one person be?"

"I know you mean well, thanks for your concern but it's my life. You will never understand why I cling so much to him.

After I said this, I closed the door and slumped into my bed. Taking a deep breath, I recalled how he saved me years ago from some hoodlums. It was in the night. I ran away from home after my aunt beat me so much. Those men found me wandering all alone and they began to molest me. I screamed for help but it was already dead into the night. However, I noticed a car passed two times. I'm sure the driver heard my stifled cries as those men covered me with a mouth fold. And he saved me. It wasn't just any driver. It was Xander, the second son of the Carmon family. Not only do I have a boyfriend from a noble home but a loving and caring man. A life saver. What else could I ever wish for? When he stopped picking my calls, I tried to assure myself that he was a busy man but deep down I felt so depressed. And now, he finally called to inform me of his coming back home. Fate has decided to smile on me again.

Rather than thinking of the past, I pondered on what to give him as a gift. Luckily, I have some female friends who can give me such advice so I quickly called them.

...

Anonymous Figure

A car packed by the road side, a pair of eyes watching keenly as Aliya Walter locked her gate and gave the keys to her neighbor before going out for work. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, one that betrayed jealousy and possessiveness. Anyone who saw it couldn't help but shiver at the unsettling sight.

Boss, you've been secretly guarding her for 18 years, while awaiting the perfect moment to serve your own vendetta. Isn't it time to reclaim your investment and unleash your revenge on her father, your arch-nemesis?"

The man looked at his confidant and returned his gaze back to Aliya.

"I've given her the freedom to live her life for so long. Now is the time to reclaim my property "

Yes boss, Raphael the confidant concurred.

"Boss are you going to skip your hobby today again?"

Yes. Only follow her at a distance.

The man's response was laced with an unnerving intensity, his gaze lingering on Aliya with an unblinking, predatory stare, exuding a sense of menace that made it seem like he might pounce at her any moment.

Aliya Walter

As I headed to the dressing room to change out of my work clothes, my mind shifted to my next stop: the technician's shop, where I would collect my laptop. I was eager to update my novel as soon as possible, having already missed two days of writing.

Writing fiction was my secondary source of income, but lately, my current novel wasn't gaining the traction I'd hoped for. The lack of likes and comments was disheartening. Perhaps it was time to revamp my approach or craft a more captivating story.

I waved goodbye to Shelley and stepped out of the cafe, lost in thought. What would my next book be about? Something that would genuinely capture readers' attention. Maybe a tale of forced love or an arranged marriage, with a male lead whose possessiveness knew no bounds.

After getting my laptop from the technician, I walked down to my house. Luckily, the distance between my house and workplace wasn't far but but the solitude is suffocating. The route takes me through a quiet neighborhood street, lined with tall trees and deserted houses. The silence is deafening, and I often find myself quickening my pace to escape the eerie feeling.

But it's not just the loneliness that unsettles me. It's the memories that linger in every step. You see, this is the same path I took three years ago, when I was attacked by a stranger. It was a evening, just like any other, and I was lost in thought, oblivious to my surroundings. Suddenly, four shadows crawled up behind me and grabbed my shoulder, and I was dragged into the bush.

My mind still recalls the sound of rustling leaves, the smell of damp earth, and the feeling of helplessness. I don't know how it happened but I knew someone came to my rescue and I managed to escape, but the trauma lingered.

Aside this experience, my past was something I don't want to think about it. The very reason why I have to go to the hospital every three days for medical checkup...

I increased my pace as I walked back home. However, a strong feeling of being watched came on me like before and I try to ignore it. Usually, this feeling comes whenever I walk through this road but I can't help it because it is the only path to my workplace and I need to work and earn money. My heart raced, and my senses went on high alert. I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see a figure lurking in the shadows. The trees seemed to loom over me, casting long, ominous silhouettes.

Fear gripped me and I broke into a run. Though it was still 1pm in the afternoon, the road was so lonely that anything could happen and no one would realize. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and I shrieked in fear and fell on the ground freezing out and getting completely numb.

Aliya's POV

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and I shrieked in fear and fell on the ground freezing out and getting completely numb.

As I struggled to catch my breath, I realized the footsteps had stopped. I slowly turned my head, expecting to see the attacker from my nightmares. But instead, I saw a young woman, concern etched on her face.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" she asked, rushing to my side.

I nodded, still shaken, and she helped me up. We stood there for a moment, assessing the situation.

"I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I thought...I thought someone was following me."

The woman smiled sympathetically.

"You're safe now. I was just jogging. I didn't mean to scare you."

We exchanged awkward smiles, and she apologized again.

"Should I at least take you back home? Maybe, you could"...

No, I'll be fine. Please don't bother.

She nodded before jogging away. Though relieved, my heart still raced. I managed to walk back home yet I couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability. Why did this keep happening? Why couldn't I shake off the fear?

I locked myself inside, double-checking the bolts and chains. For a moment, I felt safe, enclosed in my sanctuary.

But the memory of that afternoon lingered. The sound of footsteps, the rush of adrenaline, the crippling fear.

I collapsed onto the couch, tears streaming down my face. When would I be free from this prison of fear?

And what did I do that this person that he keeps on watching me for years, refusing to relent.

The phone buzzed, breaking the silence. It was Hailey.

"Hey, girl! How's work?" she asked.

I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about her cheerful tone made me open up.

" Hailey, I had another panic attack on the way home," I confessed.

There was a pause on the other end.

"Maybe it's time to consider a change," Hailey said gently. "A new job, a new route...something to break this cycle." And if this goes on,maybe we will have to relocate." You know, environment can be a strong factor"

Her words resonated deep within me.

"But back in the white mansion, I still faced this fear" I tried to explain.

"No, don't think about that. Tell me, how is your therapy working?"

" I really can't notice any changes", I replied.

"But just go on with work. We will talk when you come back home"

After I ended the call, I turned to my speaker to put on loud music. I hate staying alone and that was the reason why I brought in Hailey as my roommate. From there, I drifted off to sleep, nightmarish thoughts still lingering.

Morning

East Café

Manager Jake had assembled his employees that early morning before any customer arrived at the café.

"I really don't know where I got it wrong. I don't know who sold me off. They want to kill me before my time. Why did he suddenly pick interest in this café? This three-star café? How can someone like him want to drink coffee in my shop. What have I done wrong?

Although, Manager Jake had gathered the employees, he was muttering and trembling violently. Everyone could not help but wonder what was wrong.

I just arrived at the café and noticed Manager Jake giving instructions to my colleagues. I rushed to the dressing room to change my clothes. This was unlike Manager Jake.

Aliya didn't you see the message in the group chat. I instructed that everyone should be here before 6:30am. You are 30 mins late, Manager Jake reprimanded.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't see the message."

"That's not a problem as long as you're here already.

You will be responsible for Mr Black. There will be no customers today aside him. He's going to be here by 9am. Aliya, you are my best employee. You cannot fail me today. We can have our heads cut off with the click of his finger if we displease him"

"Who is this Mr Black," I couldn't help but ask loudly.

"You don't know? Aliya, are you this out dated or did you just fly in from Planet Mars?" My rival at work, Kate mocked.

I ignored her and asked Manager Jake for more directions. He instructed everyone to get back to work before dragging me into the office.

I frowned as his burly hand clung to mine, almost kneeling on the floor. Somehow, I always feel insecure when men come close to me or do little things such as holding my hands but today, I had to overcome it. Manager Jake seems to be in a very pitiable situation.

Aliya, please you have to save my ass today. I will give you a 20% increase in your salary. I will do anything you want.

I stared at Manager Jake, very dumbfounded. Was his current situation this demanding? Over the months, I've been pleading for a 5% increment in my salary and he refused saying that I was no one special to him to expect such a favour but now...

Sir, can you give me more details...

I'm not even in the right frame of mind to tell you anything. You just need to please Mr Black. I don't know what he wants from us. You are our life saver today. And you know what, if you can please him today, our cafe would be renowned and would become a hub of power and entertainment. We can even buy a bigger property and build a five star restaurant.

"W-what do you mean by pleasing him?"

"Serve him coffee. Is that too much to ask if you, Aliya Walter? Please help me out today," he grabbed my hand as he pleaded.

"I promise I will help you," I quickly withdrew my hand. " I will do everything I can."

"You sure?"

I nodded before leaving his office. "Manager Jake was acting out in the office. How powerful can the said Mr Black be? And what exactly does he means by pleasing him? It sounded like it has more to do than just serving coffee."

Aliya's POV

"He's here," hushed whispers and side comments were heard and I watched as my colleagues especially the female ones fantasizing and at the same time acting paranoid. My curiosity was piqued but I couldn't stop preparing our signature coffee. I have to put in my best.

Dramatic entry

As the gleaming convoy of black SUVs and luxury sedans pulls up to the cafe's entrance, heads turn and conversations pause. The air is electric with anticipation. The powerful Mr Black, flanked by imposing bodyguards, stepped out of the lead vehicle, his presence commanding attention.

The entourage, a symphony of sleek cars and sharp suits, dominates the parking lot. Each vehicle is meticulously polished, sporting tinted windows and discreet communication equipment. The escorts, crisp and alert, scan the surroundings with practiced vigilance.

With a swift glance, Mr Black's personal assistant as it seems emerges from the second car and going over to the first car to usher out the man who has his name literally in every person's mouth.

As he enters, the room falls silent, patrons craning to catch a glimpse. His authoritative stride and confident demeanor broadcast his stature.

My hand was pulled bringing me out of my reverie. I was irritated immediately by Manager Jake's touch.

"What? Are you falling head over heels for that man when our lives is in danger? Come let's go"

I watched Mr Black settle for a couch beside the window. Beside me, Manager Jake is panicky. His hands trembled slightly as he clutched his notepad and pen, his eyes fixed on the Mr Black's imposing figure seated at Table 17. Again, I wondered why Manager Jake was very afraid of this man. His sudden arrival had sent a ripple of unease through the cozy, three-star cafe. I have never seen anyone like him before - the air of authority, the tailored suit, and the subtle yet unmistakable aura of influence.

As we approached the table, my mind raced with questions. What brought this man to his humble café? Was it a security check? A business meeting? Or simply a craving for our signature coffee?

I heard Manager Jake clear his throat, attempting to compose himself.

"Welcome, sir...to...uh, East Café. I'm Manager Jake. It's an honor to have you with us today."

The man nodded, acknowledging Manager Jake's presence, however, his piercing gaze were fixed on me, his expression unreadable, making me stiff .

Manager Jake nervously gestured to me as I stood beside him.

"I'd like to introduce Aliya, who'll be taking care of you during your visit. She's very excellent. She'll ensure your dining experience is exceptional."

Trying to be professional, I hid my sweaty hands behind my crisp apron, stepping forward with a big smile.

"Hello, sir! It's a pleasure to serve you. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

My smile however faltered for an instant as his intense stare lingered on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

His eyes never left my face even as he spoke. I'm sure Manager Jake must have taken note of this too.

"Coffee. Black. No sugar," he ordered, his deep voice low and commanding.

I nodded, jotting down the order. "Right away, sir."

I went out to carry out the order leaving Manager Jake to the awkward situation.

He hesitated, unsure whether to linger or retreat. "Is...there anything specific you'd like to know about our menu, sir? We have daily specials-"

Mr Black raised hand stopped him mid-sentence.

"I'll look over the menu."

Manager Jake nodded and backed away, sensing the unspoken request for Aliya especially with the way he looked at her. As he retreated to the safety of his office, he couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected visit would change everything for good only if Aliya played her part well. And she has to play her part well. He will ensure that...

I returned back to his table with the tray of coffee, Manager Jake watching at a distance and warning me to be careful.

I stood in front of Mr Black watching keenly as he took a sip of coffee in measured sips.

He pushed the cup to me and I got the hint.

As i poured the coffee, my hands shook slightly. I couldn't shake off the feeling Mr Black's interest went far beyond a simple cup of coffee.

His eyes roamed over me, lingering on my name tag as I served him again.

"Why? You look so familiar?"

This was the first time he spoke to me directly and strangely, I felt numb in my body. I can't deny the fact that his deep voice sounded so melodious to my ears. He was drop dead gorgeous.

"Familiar? I'm sorry sir, but that's almost impossible" I muttered, feeling very nervous as I replied.

Mr. Black's face darkened, and he slammed the coffee mug down on the table

"Bland," he muttered.

As Mr. Black's face darkened, I felt a shiver run down my spine. My heart racing, I took a step back, my hand instinctively grasping the notepad and pen as if seeking comfort.

"I-is everything okay...sir? Was the coffee not to your liking?" I stammered

My gaze locked onto Mr. Black's, and I saw a flicker of intensity there. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, making my skin crawl.

Suddenly, his gaze dropped to my name tag again, with a smirk on his lips.

"What you just said", his voice though coming out as a whisper, sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry when I realized he wasn't referring to the coffee as bland but because I said it was almost impossible to have met him before.

The atmosphere around us grew heavier, and the air seemed to vibrate with tension.

My eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape or support, before returning to Mr. Black's imposing figure. Where the heck was Manager Jake? Why did he leave me all alone with this man?

I pretended to clear my throat and quickly made an excuse.

"Sir, would you like a refill?"

He did not reply, but his gaze lingered on me, his expression unreadable.

"I'd go get it", I didn't wait for his reply before turning to leave hurriedly.

"I'll take it from here, Mr Black", Manager Jake suddenly came out from nowhere and smiled at me.

I sighed in relief, unaware that it wasn't over between Mr Black and I yet.