Stalked by the Mafia Boss

Korina woke up the next morning with a banging headache. She flinched in pain as she touched her forehead, it felt like her head was thumping. She expected it, she had cried herself to sleep the previous night.

She threw her covers off, knelt beside the bed and said a quick prayer, when she was done, she got to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

After washing her face and brushing, she took her phone out and dialled Mark.

“Hey baby cakes.” He said picking up the phone.

She cringed at the nickname, “Hey Mark.”

“What’s up? You okay?” He asked, “Your voice is down, it sounds off.”

“I am not feeling too well.” She groaned, even talking right now was stressing her head out.

“Oh, sorry love.”

“Calling in sick.” She said.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” He replied, “Would hush up for you.

“Thanks a lot Mark.” She thanked him, relief flooded her face.

“You are welcome, Do get well soon, okay?”

“Okay.” She ended the call and threw the phone away not caring where it landed, it’s old anyway, She shrugged.

Korina made her way to the fridge, she felt too lazy to make breakfast. She threw the fridge open and grabbed a jar of Nutella. She got a spoon and made her way to the sitting area, she put on the TV then she began flipping through channels and stuffing her face with ice cream.

My life sucks, Korina groaned and then let out a loud belch.

“Excuse me.” She said and then realised she was alone, a loud sigh escaped from her.

Korina had spent the previous night crying. Cole asking about her childhood brought back long memories, painful old memories, sad memories.

She really missed her mother, frequent visits to her grave wasn’t enough, staring at her pictures wasn’t either.

She wished she was alive, she wished she could hold her and hug her. She wanted her to be here, to tell her about her life, ask how to handle her stalker, how to handle her job, what to do about her boss.

She missed her mother’s nagging, overprotective behaviour.

She missed her hugs, her kisses, her warmth and her cooking.

She missed everything.

When she lost her she had to take therapy, she was advised to go out and mingle more to avoid further depression but she never really followed the advice.

She knew staying in would worsen her situation but she didn’t want to go out and she couldn’t care less about what could happen, she just wanted her mother back.

“There is no good TV these days.” Korina groaned flipping through channels. She switched to E. News and grumbled seeing it was a reality show on.

“Uggh.” She huffed, “Why the fuck would I watch a bunch of rich people living their life?”

She put off the TV and went to lay on the couch, moments later she fell into a deep slumber, the Nutella jar still wide ajar.

“Hey babe.” Daniella said holding the phone tightly to her ear.

“I told you not to fucking call me when I am at work.” The man at the end of the receiver replied harshly.

“I am sorry.” She apologised, “I just miss you.”

“Why the hell do you miss me?” He growled, “We spoke three days ago.”

“I haven’t seen you in about 6 months Landon or even more.” Daniella said, “Even when you fly back here, you don’t stop by, you hardly come by your own house. You go off immediately, always cooking up one flimsy excuse or the another.” She was angry and hurt, she had never ratted out to him like this.

“Look.” He said rather calmly, “You should understand that I am really busy.”

“Really busy uhn?” She laughed dryly, “Are you the only business man in the world?”

“I give you a comfortable life, you live in a penthouse, I deck you in designers, you get the most expensive bags and shoes, why the fuck are you complaining?”

“Excuse me?” She was taken aback by his words, “Don’t act like you fucking feed me, I work, remember?”

“Look.” He sighed, “I’ve got to go back now.”

“You always say you care about me but can’t even make time out for me.”

“Look, I am sorry.” She could tell he was running his hand through his hair, “I am really sorry okay, We would talk about this later.”

“When is later exactly?” She asked, “Next year?”

“I said I am sorry.” He gritted, “Stop prolonging issues.”

“Fine.” She conceded, “Bye Landon, I love you.”

“Bye.” He said ending the call.

No I love you too as usual? Daniella wasn’t surprised, she was hurt, she couldn’t remember the last time she heard him say those words to her.

She dropped the phone and fell on the bed, fisting the sheets, trying to control her anger so she wouldn’t tear down the apartment.

The control didn’t last long, it wasn’t long before she found herself in the kitchen smashing things, breaking ceramic plates.

“I hate you! I hate you!” She screamed as she threw more stuff about.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Why do I love you so much that I let you treat me like dirt?” She smashed the tea pot in her hands.

The kitchen was a mess when Daniella was finally calm, she looked around and ran a hand through her hair.

What have I done? What the hell have I done? Almost everything was destroyed.

She picked up her phone and dialled the cleaning services.

“Hello.” The agent answered, “How may we be of help ma’am?”

“Hey, Good evening.” She croaked, “My apartment is a mess.”

“Okay, apartment number please?”

“Number 304.” She answered.

“Okay ma’am.” The agent said, “Be right there.”

She dropped the phone and went into her room to try fixing herself so she won’t look like a mess.

After changing into a tank top and shorts, she went to the sitting room to await the cleaners.

The cleaning service arrived quite quickly and when she led the lady and other two workers to the kitchen, their faces depicted shock but they didn’t bother asking what happened.

It took them about an hour to finish up. She gave them their pay, walked them to the door and said goodbyes before shutting the door close.

She picked up her phone and tried calling Korina again as she didn’t pick up when she dialed her earlier.

Korina looked at her phone and groaned, she sent it straight to voice mail, she didn’t want to talk to anyone not even her best friend her mood was still really sour.

Daniella sighed and dropped the phone, she gave up dialling her cousin repeatedly. She really needed someone to talk to, not just anyone but someone who would understand.

She dragged herself up the stairs and got to her room.

Daniella stripped to her undies and laid on the bed, hugging herself and she once again cried herself to sleep.