The Queen of Mafia - 122 Mafia and Policewoman

Aisha spent a good hour in the bathtub, before she rose from the tub. Her fingers and toes are wrinkled from being too exposed in the water.

She cleaned her wounds and wrapped them in clean bandages, and put on a casual clothing. By the time she was done, her stomach was growling, demanding to be fed but Aisha was in no mood to entertain her stomach.

Aisha decided to head to one of Morano’s property in Country A. She remembers that Morano once mentioned that if ever she decided to go to Country A, she can go to his manor.

It was her first time in here, and as she entered the huge mansion, her eyes immediately watered at the sight of the huge portrait of Morano and Kristin, and in Kristin’s hand was a baby with a big bright violet eyes. It won’t take a genius to know that it was their family portrait.

Aisha sighs deeply as she passes through the portrait again, her eyes shines with unshed tears. Her heart feels heavy as she thought of the lives they could have if both of them are still alive.

Then her eyes turned sharp, both of her hands tighten as determination flashes through her fiery eyes.

Mother, Father, I promise… I will avenge you… and after that, I will continue living… I will try to live well and find true happiness in this cruel words.

Aisha’s eyes stayed on the beautiful woman in the portrait. Her eyes that is similar to hers look gentle as she gaze at the bundle of joy in her arms.

She suddenly remembers what her mother said to her when she was a kid; “Aisha, my dear, in this life, there is someone who is meant for you. Someone who will love you dearly, pampers you and protect you to the utmost of his ability. And when you find that person, make sure to cherish him and never let that person go.”

Aisha didn’t know what came to her that time and Lucian’s face flashes in her mind. She suddenly blushes and shook her head vigorously.

That was so random… and she has yet to say “I love you” to him!

Aisha knows it was too sudden to suddenly develop a feelings for someone you just met for months but she always had this feeling that she knows him more than the months that she knew him.

It was a kind of feeling that is unexplainable, and yet your heart knews it like the back of your hand.

“I knew I will find you here.” A voice from behind said.

Aisha heard the voice and a small smile formed on her lips. “Well, I’m not surprise that you knew this place.”

“Is it your first time here?” He asked and went beside Aisha. He also look up and admired the beautiful portrait with her.

“Yeah,” Aisha answered.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Beautiful, indeed.” Aisha’s smile brighten. “The picture has me, after all.”

“Cocky,” he shook his head in a helpless manner, however, there was a huge grin plastered on his face. “You look just like your Mother but you took your personality from your Father.”

“Why did you left, Costas?” Aisha asked, and the smile on Costas’ lips disappeared. “I heard you and Father has more than just a boss-subordinate type of relationship.”

Costas hums in agreement. “You could say that we are the best of friends. We have the same Master in martial arts, hence why we have almost the same moves and techniques.”

“Then why did you left? I understand that you want a more safer life for your family but why become a police?”

Costas smiles as he faced Aisha, both of his hands are in his pocket. “Because my wife is a policewoman.”

“What!?” Aisha was shocked.

A mafia and a policewoman is equivalent to fire and ice, there was just no way those two can be together.

“Hey, kiddo, do you have to be so surprise like that?” Costas rolled his eyes at her. “Then you will be surprise to know that it is because of Morano that I met my wife.”

“… what? I never peg for my Father to be a cupid.”

“He is not, don’t overestimate your Father. He gave me an order to be a spy here in Country A. I fake my background and became a police.”

“And that’s how you met her?” Aisha lifted her eyebrow at him. “Does she even know that you are once a mafioso.”

Costas meet her gaze and give her a Cheshire grin. “Of course, not.”

Aisha: “…”