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The Mafia Monk By Lady Prim Characters: 8731

Updated: 2019-01-10 22:22


Demyan Point of View

I hate it too!

I don't like parting ways with her. I don't like not being able to see her. I hate it if I couldn't know how she is and what she is doing. I don't know if it's because I'm concerned for her or it is more than that but I hate it.

I hate to stay away from her.

I realized that I have grown fond of her irritating personality. She has a Disney level imagination for everything and I'm still amazed how she could reach to such assumptions.

Puberty?

No... Post Puberty!

Gosh, how do the levers of her brain work?

If I wouldn't have been too much consumed about her safety issues, I would have laughed out loud. Of all the things, she could only think of effing Puberty?

But then again, my only purpose of taking her to the trip is to bid her a goodbye on a memorable note. Though the only thing I want to do was to be with her at least one hour a day, she is getting in trouble because of me.

I can forgive if they hurt me but I cannot forgive them or myself if they hurt Zinnia. In less than just a month, this carefree, crack and mental girl who listens to no one with an A-grade story writer of a brain – she has become a special person in my life.

A very special girl who provokes my protective instincts and challenge my senses!

Nevertheless, she needs to go away from me. She has become a target to my rivals and I cannot have her in my troubles.

"What is this?" I irked at the sight of well assorted fruits in the tray that Zinnia ordered. We had a month's worth food and she still has space in her stomach for fruits?

"These are for you. It makes you healthy at this period of time. You need vitamins in your body right now?" The heck?

What is wrong with this girl?

I agree I like her assumptions but damn they are so energy consuming for others.

"Why do I need to take vitamins? And what period of time are we speaking about?" I seriously want to do a doping test on her.

"You are in a sensitive period and eating healthy food helps." She answered shortly and shoved a fork full of fruit pieces in my mouth.

"Good Lord Woman! I'm not pregnant!" I gasped in utter annoyance.

This girl is treating me like I'm a pregnant person on her early trimester. Why in the world of millions of women should I be the fortunate to fall for her?

I seriously started doubting my tastes and preferences now. I mean, who in their right mind find this mental girl appealing?

'You. And I'm in my right state.' My mind spoke up nonchalantly.

'And my Zinnia is beyond appealing to me. So brother, I assure you that from the moment s

ong urge to cry in anger.

"Zinnia they are here to kill us in real. Move out of the way and I will finish them in a minute." I shouted at her bringing back the hazed men back to reality. The men too took their fighting stance and guns in their hands, ready to pull the trigger.

"Oh, really? You mean in real they will kill us? That's exactly the thought you need to have while playing this game. You need to survive on the battle grounds." She jumped in excitement and clapped her hands like a seal in a circus.

"You need to come with us, girl." One of the men told Zinnia in his dangerous thug voice which didn't affect me and not so surprisingly, it didn't affect Zinnia too.

"No. I will only play from his side." She said in determination and shot him in his chest. I stood there in utter disbelief and shock. The men went into a shock too and didn't know what to do.

What just happened?

Did she... did she just shoot a person with a gun?

"See, he has good skills, he immediately complied and fell down when I said bang. Very nice timing! Now it's your turn, guys." Saying, Zinnia shot the men one by one in super speed, some were shot on their chest and some on their shoulder while some on their legs.

They were just hurt, not dead which made me over-think about something...

I suddenly feel useless and helpless.

I wonder who saved who!

Is it me, Demyan Lev Petrov, the mafia king saved a mental girl or is it a PUBG gamer, mental girl saved me?

How can I look into my eyes in the mirror? I suddenly pity myself. Why?

"Mr. Monk, they even prepared fake blood. Such loyal and determined gamers!" She smiled and I could only scoff feeling sorry for myself.

What is my life right now?

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