Mafia's Little Girl (rewritten version)☑

Chapter 1

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Martina's POV

''I miss you, dad.'' I whispered and leaned down to his grave. There were few leaves on his gravestone that I removed.

I crouched next to his grave and put my hand on the cold ground. It's been two years since I lost my father. He was everything to me.

At first when the accident happened at the construction site, I refused to believe that my father died. On the day of his funeral, I finally realised that my dad who I loved, lost his life. First the few months, I couldn't pull myself together.

But with time, it got better. I know my dad wouldn't like me to be sad and devastated. He always told me smile and be happy. Because with sadness we can't do anything, but with happiness we can do a lot.

And I stuck to that thought, since that day. But I was still feeling empty. My mom and brother were also devastated. But my mom is a strong woman, she endured it all and helped us too.

''I smile as much as I can. Like you told me. I'm fine now. But you are still missed at home. I'm sorry for not being stronger.'' I said and realized that I was crying.

I wiped my wet cheeks and smiled. I heard footsteps coming closer. Leaves were cracking as the person was coming closer. I looked up and noticed an older man.

He wasn't that old, but he already had little wrinkles at the end of his eyes. He had a little stubble and his eyes were the most mesmerizing of everything. Ocean blue eyes. Really beautiful. In conclusion, he was really handsome. And tall.

When our eyes met, I quickly averted my eyes down. I felt my cheeks heat up as I blushed. Why are you blushing, girl? My concious told me. I don't know actually. I felt intimidated by this man and he did apsolutely nothing.

I was watching his moves. He put white roses on the grave next to my father's and looked at the grave stone. I wonder who this man was to him that was buried next to my father.

I got up and dusted of my pants. I made a sign of cross on my father's grave before walking past him. Was I really that small? I thought I was average. I thought.

I jumped up a little when I heard a thunder. I didn't like sound of it. At night, I had nightmares about it and I still don't know a reason to that. But I decided to keep walking.

When I felt a cold shower. It started raining. Why now? The bus station is far from cemetary and there is no way I can get there without being drenched. But I started walking anyway.

What is this nice smell? It's some sort of cologne. I like it. But why do I smell this? I looked at my side to see familiar stranger on my side. His suit jacket was on top of us.

''You don't have to help me, Sir.'' I said, but didn't have intention to move.
''I want to make a good deed for once. I can take you home.'' He spoke. And oh my God, his voice. Definitely the most beautiful sound I ever heard.

''No, it's fine. I can go to the bus station.'' I said moving away a bit. Stranger danger.
''Ok then. If you want to get pneumonia and die, go ahead. The rain won't stop soon.'' He shrugged coldly and moved himself off of me, leaving me to get drenched again.

I can die of pneumonia. He was right actually. But I don't know. He had good intentions by inviting me to take me home. I don't know...

''Wait!'' I yelled. He stopped as I ran to him.
''Can you please take me home?'' I asked.
''If you insist.'' He said and put his jacket over me again and started walking towards his car that was in front of the gates.

He helped me to get inside the car where I saw a driver in the front seat. He seems to be rich since he has a driver and an expensive car.

''Where to?'' The driver asked me.
''St. Martin's Street.'' I said, looking over to the stranger to already see him staring at me. But it wasn't threatening stare, it was observing stare which made me blush.

We were driving in silence for more than 15 minutes. I was happy when I saw my house in the view. Car stopped in front of my door where I told him.

''Thank you, Mr.'' I said halfway.
''Hall.'' He said.
''Thank you, Mr. Hall for giving me a ride home.'' I said and smiled slightly.
''You're welcome.'' He gruffed.

I reached for the doorknob when I felt his cold hand wrap around my wrist. It sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps raised all over my body. I looked at him confused.

''This time it was me, but next time you won't get so lucky if it's someone else.'' He warned me. I nodded my head as he released my wrist from his hold. I got out of the car and rushed inside my house. He left right after I got out.

That man was right. I was lucky this time, because he had good intentions and I won't do it ever again. This was scary experience and I'm relieved that this man was good or I won't be home now.

I sighed and walked upstairs in my room. My mom was working and my brother is actually attending a college, but in the other city which is on the other side of USA. So we only see him for Christmas.

I changed in my comfortable clothes and ploped on the bed. Today was eventful. I'm surprised how I met handsome and kind man all in one. Usually, the guys I know who are handsome are arrogant and cocky. But this man was kind.

I felt my phone vibrate and saw that Lily, my best friend was calling me.
''Hey, Lily!'' I said.
''Hey, Tina! What are you doing?''
''Nothing. You?'' I asked.
''Same. I wanted to ask you if you would come to have a sleepover? We didn't have one in so long.'' She said, exaggerating.

''Yeah, so long like two weeks.'' I chuckled.
''Isn't it two weeks long?'' She asked. I could imagine her smirking.
''Ok. I'll just tell my mom and I'll be at yours in seven.'' I said. She squealed on the other side of the phone making my eardrums hurt.

I hung down my phone and sent a message to my mom. She is a nurse and I can't make calls when she is working so I just send her a message. She responded after a few minutes that it's okay, but to be careful like always.

I packed my backpack and took a shower. Her house is ten minutes walk, but her neighbourhood is just scary sometimes. I locked my house and started walking.

I hummed some song to calm my wrecking nerves and walked faster. I hate when I walk here at night. I snapped my eyes towards the sound I just heard.

I stopped walking and listened closely. I was hearing erratic breathing and grunts. Someone is hurt? What if he or she really needs help? My mom always taught me to help an injured person.

Should I help this person?