Mafia's Dream Girl

IVAN’S POV:

I got up from the chair and went towards the man who was kneeling in front of me. He was already shaking in fear even though he couldn’t see my face. I wasn’t hiding my face from him, but his face was covered with a black cloth. He could sense my presence around him but couldn’t see me. I held my gun near his left ear and pulled the trigger. When he heard that sound, he turned to my side, and I shot him in the forehead. The chapter of his life was closed. I came to my room after that as I needed to go to the café.

I didn’t enjoy killing him, but I’m satisfied that I killed the man who murdered many of my people. He was also mafia, but not in my gang. Oh, shit, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Ivan Antonov, King of Russia’s biggest mafia, Inov. Only my people know what I look like and where I stay. I’m ruthless, and I don’t care about anything when it comes to my gang. Even some of my men are afraid of me. But there are two who tolerate all my nonsense—Mario and Marina. The biggest mistake of my life is having them as friends. You wouldn’t know they’re in the mafia when you see them being all lovey-dovey, acting cute, and most importantly, Marina acting like a woman.

To the outside world, I’m the owner of a small coffee shop, but to the mafia world, I’m evil. I only come to my mansion at midnight to handle mafia business, but during the day, I spend my time at the café. I don’t have a past or any girlfriend. I’m also not the type for one-night stands. I’m saving myself for her. I want my first and last to be with her. I know hearing a mafia king say this will make you laugh, but it’s true—I’m still untouched even at the age of 30.

Do you know who I’m talking about? Let me tell you. She is my Queen, my doll, my dream girl. Yes, my dream girl. Whenever I close my eyes, she’s the one who appears before me. I don’t know if she’s real or not, but I’m waiting for her. I know I could find her with a snap of my fingers, but I want her to come to me on her own. However, I’ve decided to start searching for her when I turn 31 because I can’t wait to have her in my arms. I remember the day I started having dreams about her.

It was the same day I lost my parents, 20 years ago. I remember crying myself to sleep and waking up to a dream of her. I don’t know why, nor do I know anything else, but all I know and want is her. I’m still shocked to see my inner demon change whenever I think of her. Mario and Marina also know about her, as I have many paintings of her in my room that I painted myself. When I find her, I’m going to show her all of them. But when will I find her? I still find it amazing how she’s growing from a little girl to a young woman. Is that even possible?

I came to the café around 7 in the morning and saw that some workers had already started their tasks. I don’t talk to anyone unless it’s necessary. I don’t do any work here. I just sit at one of the counters under the guise of managing, but I rarely do any of that. When there’s a manager, why should I trouble my precious brain? The reason I bought this café and pretend to be its owner is because of its location.

This café is in the center of the city, where mafia live, love, and kill. So it’s easier for me to keep everything under control. They come here for small discussions, and I listen. If it’s personal, I don’t interfere, but if it concerns me, I start my game. Today was no different, but in the evening, both Mario and Marina called me, asking me to come to the mansion as soon as possible.

I guessed something big was happening. So, I immediately left the café. While driving, I noticed a black Lamborghini following my not-so-luxurious car. I knew who it was—none other than Mario and Marina. They sometimes do this when something important is going on. It’s also a signal that I should join them. So, when I got near a bridge, I stopped my car and stepped outside. Mario stopped his car too, and I got into the back seat of the Lamborghini. I knew someone would take my car to the mansion.

Neither of them spoke, and I wondered what was wrong. I noticed they were heading somewhere other than the mansion. I thought of asking, but I kept quiet. I figured another gang was trying to cause trouble for us again. There’s always some group targeting my gang, but one thing’s for sure—it’s not a Russian gang because no one dares do that. As I was thinking about what might be going on, I realized Mario had stopped the car in front of the hospital.

Shit, someone must have attacked my men again. The three of us got out, and they took me inside through a special entrance. I almost forgot—this is my hospital, and I own it. I wore my mask and hoodie so no one would recognize me. They led me to the special wards on the top floor of the hospital, where I saw my men standing in front of one of the rooms. I also noticed two or three doctors on this floor. They knew me, so I removed my hood and mask and looked around.

I don’t know what it was, but suddenly, my heartbeat sped up, and I felt uneasy. Then Marina opened the door, and I stepped inside with her and Mario. What I saw shattered my heart into a million pieces. Without realizing it, tears welled up in my eyes, and my body began to tremble. My legs moved towards the hospital bed, but I collapsed on the floor, unable to walk or look at her.

Yes, it was her—my Queen, my doll, my dream girl. Never once did I think I’d find her like this. After gathering my strength, I stood and approached her. Her eyes were closed, and bandages covered her hands, legs, and head. Wires were attached to her head, and she had an oxygen mask on. I had dreamt of seeing her smile all the time, but this… this wasn’t what I had dreamed of.

I tried to touch her face, but my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I didn’t know what to do. Should I be happy that I found her, or should I… I don’t even know anymore. What am I going to do now?