Some people would like to forget what they did, what they had done, how that made them feel. The past is in the past; yesterday is the past. We cannot see the past in the future or even now. But for some people, the past is walking along them. Sometimes, it's just ahead of them, waiting for them to step on it. Maybe it's just the effect of bad people having done something awful. Is there a reason why it is haunted and waits for them? Is it karma? Lessons? Whatever it is either makes people depressed and miserable or makes them human.
A miserable man who had worked hard for his position. He had done everything to get to this place, the throne of everything, or at least in the Mafia industry. Should we say Mafia is the 'business'? But all of them think that way. Mafia is just one of the jobs that need hard work, full attention, aptitude, passion, and some of the traits of 'desperate.' They need to do whatever it takes to get what they want, such as respect, money, power, and so on.
Eamon, the tall, big, muscular man, one of the Mafia, had worked and done so much work to get on top. The reason behind the goal was none. He used to have his purpose for being in the industry, but time after time, kill after kill, take after give, for so many years that he couldn't even count. The goal disappeared.
He was the King of the Mafia, ruling all the continents: Russia, Italy, England, etc. People respected him and wanted to work and serve him, but they also were scared of him. And he was at the top of everything, which meant there were loads of enemies as well. Since he was the biggest and greatest, many big mafias wanted to destroy him, and his own gang wanted to take his throne. But he didn't just point at the throne and get it. To achieve all of these, indeed he was a crazy, mad man no one could compare, wondering how much blood he gave and took from them.
No matter how miserable he was, the terrible things that he had done and found were terrific for people in the Mafia industry. The mind of his tried so hard to get out of this rotten place, but how? Because of the long life of Eamon, spending with power. No matter how bad he wanted to get out, he couldn't.
But it didn't mean it wouldn't have a way out.
There was someone that set him up. The Mafias had shaken their hands and trapped him out. Eamon knew what they wanted, what they tried to do. So many times that he was threatened, betrayed, and almost died. But he always survived those situations. But this time, he decided to surrender.
8 gangs that tried to kill him, he didn't even defend himself. He stood in the middle of the circle of men pointing the guns at him. He had seen the existence, the existence of this life. He probably could go to hell for what he had done, but for him, he had seen heaven because it was a way out, his only way out.
How could someone like him see heaven? God wouldn't allow it. That thought brought Eamon's men to him and helped him escape the dying zone. The bullet missed the heart or any important parts that made him die.
Some people, gangs, thought that he was dead. And some knew what happened, for people who knew had made a deal with Eamon. Since he really wanted to die, the judgment wasn't approved. They let him go and walked away from this business. In exchange, he cannot return or even put his foot in this area.
From that, he moved to a new city, cut himself off from the old world, and said hello to the new beginning. He decided to open the cafe because he wanted to blend in with normal people here. He found that there were a lot of cafes, and blending in or acting like the past wasn't there was his main life set.
He always wondered if this new life had occurred to him was just an imagination. But the old body and mine always reminded him that it was real; his ear was damaged after the several shots that he took, missed, and hit combined, and he became deaf.
Eamon named his cafe The Café, which means easy, normal, blend-in, and plain. After three months, he opened and took the first employee to his cafe. His new employee's name is Kwan, a blonde-haired guy who looks like a prince. He can use sign language because he has a cousin who is deaf as well.
Two years later, he had been living his life here. He lived an everyday, plain life, not talking to anyone, not even with the customers. And there was a new girl who walked around his restaurant every night, feeding and playing with a black stray cat. He saw her when he was out to throw trash at night. He was interested in her because of her nightly routine, seeing her playing with a black cat and never stepping inside the cafe once. And, of course, her looks as well; her hair got his attention in the first place.
One day, a person he wondered about came to the café with the white paper in her hand that he had posted in front of the entrance a few days ago. He saw her face-to-face for the first time. Her eyes matched her hair very well. Eamon might not have been able to hear her voice that clearly, but the way she moved her beautiful pinkish lips was fascinating to watch because they contrasted with her emotionless eyes.
After the interview, he became increasingly interested in her. He was surprised by the way she behaved, spoke, and moved. She didn't smile much, but when she smiled, it was brighter than her hair.
Her brilliant looks complement her skills very well. She was a very fast learner. She just observed and could follow the lessons very well since he couldn't speak to her.
Time passed, and he and his new employee, Killa, developed their relationship. He didn't think or see this relationship ahead. He just was interested in her more than anyone else.
One day, he walked her to her place because she was drunk. Then he saw her room was trashed. Someone had broken into her apartment, or maybe it was just a pack of animals that could have broken the door, but they used the lock opener instead. That animal must be clever.
In his mind, he knew that deep in his gut, it might be the one from the past. He decided to call his assistant, the best person who worked with him since the beginning of the Mafia life. And his thought was right; it was some of the gangs. They came to warn Eamon and reminded him not to return by invading and attacking the nearest person. He was curious why they chose Killa to be the target since Kwan was the first one and had been with him longer than she was. But the back of his mind popped up because of his behavior, and every action toward her was obvious to them. He was more than just interested in her.
There was a night, a night that he almost slipped his honest truth out of his mouth, not just the words out from him but the movement of his lips.
Killa has been staying with Eamon since the breaking-in situation in her apartment happened. And it was the night that she came back drunk. Killa's guilty pleasure might be drinking; she loves to go out and drink with her friends. And Emaon saw her drunk so many times.
He found out that her drunk habits were slipping into true feelings. She told her feelings toward him that night and kissed him on the edge of his mattress. Her full, tiny lips were so drowning, and the way she was the one who led made his heart pound harder and louder than the bombs exploding outside his mansion.
It was not just Killa who was doing the impulsive action; one day, he got sick, and Killa took care of him. She missed the classes because she was so worried about him too much to leave him alone. Probably the effect of the pills and getting the high fever, he was so vulnerable, or just maybe his inner feelings wanted to come out and play. He would like to bring the memory of that night between Killa and him, which she didn't remember. He wasn't upset, but he wanted to get to know her feelings and show his wavy emotion of feeling with her. He kissed her, not because he was high on drugs but high on love. This time, he pushed his mind back and let his feelings in. No matter how much Killa received the hot kiss from her boss and drowned in his fever. But Eamon had to stop his action. He needed to stay calm and compose his heavy brain back.
He accepted the happiness she had given him, her lovely, sweet, and unbelievable feelings for him. But that thought of being with her happily after having to push aside the fact that he didn't think he could deserve Killa's pure, honest, sweetest love was too good to be true.
It made no difference for Killa even though her boss pushed her away and the hot and cold behavior. She was still there and taking care of him.
And his gut and his miserable thinking were right again. He found Killa's note.
'Thank you for everything.'
That day had come to him, the lonely life without her. She was gone.
Eamon spent the day with curiosity about her choice. Definitely, he didn't think of her bad possible reasons, but himself. He thought that she would find a better life, teenage life. Why would she like to spend her life with an old, boring man with no purpose in life? He opened the cafe as usual, but his awful looks appeared on Kwan. And his mouth had told the reasons why she was gone: 'Family stuff.' She went to her hometown for family stuff that she had told Kwan about.
'Why didn't she say that? I wouldn't be this worried. She only said, 'Thank you for everything,' Eamon thought. But his feelings about the sentences she wrote made him conscious and very concerned that she would never come back to the city or to him. For the second time, Eamon came back to the assistant for help. His man was so insecure about the girl his boss was so into. This girl evoked him so much that he had to return to him for help again. The assistant searched for more and more information about Killa, but little could he find out. However, Eamon's insistence on knowing where she lived pressured him to find out the truth.
And finally, the assistant knew where she lived and learned more than he should. However, Eamon was dying to see her.
'When I saw her, my heart was pounding, my body couldn't even move, and my tears were going to drop out of my eyes. I was relieved that she was safe and see her again, but on the other hand, I was angry seeing her here, living a life without me...might be the best choice.'
Eamon saw her at the hospital talking to her man (who worked for her) and decided to return to the car.
It was good for the assistant that he did not mind his own business. Eamon ran after her and every truth, every emotion that Killa had were all out and clear for Eamon.
'I couldn't believe what she had said to me, not just her past but knowing her feelings. I couldn't care less about what she had done. Even the past was haunting us, but my heart and mind, body and soul seemed to focus on her, only for her.'
After their first night together, Eamon knew his heart and body would be dedicated to her, in every single piece and part of him, to his Killa.
As he wiped his sweet water from her part, he esteemed her reaction admirably. He put his hard part inside her, not as smoothly as he thought. Because of his big cock. She cried a little as she glanced at him. He didn't want to tear her apart; he didn't want her to suffer. But seeing her eyes sparking for him, He couldn't resist his temptation. Her hands glided on his profoundly strong muscles through his unbuttoned shirt, touching his skin, and she leaned her body up to hold his neck. He followed her, bringing her down to lay back down, 'I want you,' she said. His part down there was getting bigger. Her sensual sense brought every nerve inside him. 'I want my first time with you, Eamon.' He was speechless, even his breath. Then he kissed her dangerously enough to slide his huge cock inside her fragile part. She cried out of discomfort, the pain he gave, but she held him so tight as she wanted him to push it in entirely. Eventually, their bodies were as one, attaching as one soul. His gaze admired her the whole night as he wanted his eyes to acknowledge everything about her: her movement, her sparkling eyes, her little sweat on her neck, the sweet water that came out along with his part when it pulled out and pushed it back in. It was the first time for long, whole years after he lived his new life. He never interacted with any girls or women around him for so long. And there she was before him, underneath his body, right there before his eyes, the beautiful, sexy, and kind girl that was so ethereal and out of this world. She could get any guy she wanted but chose to be with him. In this dark moonlight, the rhythm he gave made himself and her moan as the sexual melody for both of them. He would never let her go again after this night or even now.
And one more wish for this night to hear her sound.