Ruby

The image of the Mafia King is exactly as what I imagined. Hawk shaped yellow eyes with gaze filled with dominance, a towering sturdy body with cleavages apparent behind his button down black shirt, the Mafia King is the epitome of an ideal man a woman would surrender themselves to. Though sadly, people with traits like him is scattered throughout the globe and I tell you, they are a lot.

The Mafia King exchanged glances between me and Mark. Stopping at Mark, he commented short with a demeaning gaze meant to intimidate, “So this is the burglar.”

Mark looks like he’s swallowing—based on his moving Adam’s Apple—yet his expression is that of someone nervous rather than dreadful. But wasn’t nervous is in the same group with fear? I myself aren’t that knowledgeable to answer.

After the Mafia King said that, he sauntered to my view and inched closer until our faces were only a few inches away.

“You…” The yellowish golden eyes of his fully reflects me in his gaze. Despite that, his frowning brows deepend in disagree.

“You are not Mia.”

I instantly pursed my lips, showing an apparent reaction in front of his face as a signal of annoyance. It might be just my hunch, but this Mia girl is definitely strongly related to him in a way.

She might even probably his wife or something.

Nah, I’m just saying.

“Boss.” Suddenly one of his men stepped closer with a phone connected to someone, his underling stepped closer and whispered loudly into his ears, loud enough for me to hear it.

“We found your ex wife inside an airport about 6 hours from here.”

The Mafia King furrowed his brows deeply. Pausing for a few moments, he then nodded his head in understanding and told the men to go there first by their personal jet.

I couldn’t contain the urge to heave a loud sigh. I’ve read this kind of plot before back in my world, where in one way or another, there will always be people conveniently knew where the ex wife was and they will begin looking for her and then suddenly there will be a huge dispute like the billionaire telling his underlings to shut down the airport.

Look, I know it sounded ridiculous but it happens.

Unconsciously, my tensed shoulders began to relax. The reason why I did that is mainly because I’m tired of running around from his goons all day, and the other reason is this Mafia King in front of me is pacing as he’s talking to his phone. This looks like it’s gonna take a while.

“He’s delaying a lot.” Mark whispered to me. It’s fortunate that all his men were ordered to surround us without any restraints. Because of that, it almost seems like we’re in a workplace visit but with a more intimidating atmosphere.

I chuckled as a response. Mark is also like me, he’s not liking the wait and waiting makes the tension in him disperse little by little.

Alas, the Mafia King finished talking to someone on the phone right after the two of us exchanged shrugs. I somehow felt that if I were to bring Mark to holiday trips, we’ll have a lot of fun together.

As besties, that is.

I still couldn’t understand why his face is not blurry like the rest of the males who’s not a billionaire or associated with the billionaire.

Oh, but don’t tell me that he is…

“You.” His stern tone shook me back to reality. I gazed at him to see his hand motioning to Mark before he ordered his men to confiscate Mark’s belongings. Mark surrendered himself and passively stood as the people took out all his belongings he kept beneath his clothes. Meanwhile, I was inching away for a bit because these people is rather scavenging him like he’s a dead meat rather than confiscating his things. It’s so brutal.

I can see Mark creasing his brows, an indication that he’s uncomfortable with the treatment he received. A part of me sympathizes with him, yet a small margin of my emotions balanced the crime he commited for stealing this scary looking Mafia King’s belongings.

“Boss.” One of the men paced closer to him and handed him the lighter which Mark had stolen.

For a brief second, I could see longing surfaced inside his eyes before he closed them shut and turned to his work desk and placed the lighter on top of it.

“Now…” The surrounding atmosphere suddenly felt heavy. I was clenching my jaw to make sure I kept on standing straight.

Another thing I realized after I reincarnated into this world is this aura. I don’t know what other called it, but for me, I simply called it ‘Menacing Aura’, a power possessed by all the billionaires and CEOs that I have met all throughout my life in this world. Menacing Aura can make any woman fall in love, lose their unconsciousness, or worse, submit to anyone using this aura. Meanwhile, it can instill immense fear in males. I’ve seen this aura many time before, but for some reason, no matter how strong the aura is, I just simply won’t be affected by it except simply experiencing some nervousness and uncomfortable feeling. Perhaps it’s because I am not a resident of this world that I was an exception.

Though, when I turned to look at Mark, he also experienced the same symptoms as me, mere nervousness and nothing else. Which makes me think in that very moment.

Just who is he?