The Blind Boy I Picked Up Was the Mafia Don Chapter 01
I never thought I’d run into Alexander again under these circumstances.
He was surrounded like a star, wearing a tailored suit, being interviewed as the Don of the Corleone family.
Well-spoken, elegant, and dignified, his deep eyes lowered with that natural pressure.
And me? A rookie reporter standing less than two meters away, microphone in hand, getting shoved every which way by the crowd.
“Emmy, why are you wearing a baseball cap indoors? Run into an ex?”
My friend Lucy teased me, and I quickly shushed her.
Truth be told, Lucy’s voice wasn’t that loud in all the noise, but Alexander had spent a long time alone in the dark back in the day-his hearing was way sharper than most people’s.
That’s why I used to love whispering dirty things right into his ear, watching the blush creep from his earlobes all the way down to his collarbone.
I loved seeing him tremble at my fingertips, too embarrassed to escape because he couldn’t see.
His pretty voice would go a little hoarse, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his unfocused eyes helpless.
“Stop… stop that,” he’d say.
I’d brush my lips against his pale pink ones and back him into a corner.
He clearly wanted to push me away, but since he couldn’t see, he’d sometimes put his hands on the wrong places, like a startled rabbit.
When I’d teased him too much,
I’d whisper, “Just call me ‘Ma’am,’ and I’ll let you go.”
Now, looking back at those scenes, I wanted to slap my horny past self silly.
“Mr. Corleone, your charity work for the disabled does that have anything to do with the fact that you were blind for a while? Did you face any discrimination or bullying back then?”
Another reporter elbowed the newbie who’d just asked the question. “With Mr. Corleone’s
reputation and temperament, who could bully him?”
On stage, Alexander’s low, cool voice gave nothing away.
“Yeah, I was bullied. Pretty badly.”
The reporter’s eyes lit up like he’d struck gold. “So-it’s been seven years now. Have you let it go? What would you do if you saw the person who bullied you again?”
Alexander’s lips curved just slightly, and he rubbed the ring on his finger.
Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt his gaze flicker my way.
“Seven years? I remember two thousand six hundred and fifty-six days. Every bit of that pain- she’s going to pay back ten thousand times over.”
The heating in the room was cranked up, but I shivered anyway.
No wonder netizens always say don’t pick up random guys on the street.
If I’d known better, I’d have taken the blind boy who was wandering the streets to the police station instead of letting his pretty face tempt me like some devil’s bait and taking him home.
The reporter felt the shift in the air and tried to joke it off. “Mr. Corleone is kidding.”
Then he quickly pivoted to a new topic.
Did Alexander recognize me or not?
After the interview, I told myself: he was blind back then. He never even saw my face.
Hell, even a sighted person wouldn’t necessarily remember someone from seven years ago.
With that thought, I let out a long breath.
“Miss Clark, hold the elevator!”
Outside the doors, Alexander’s consigliere Leo waved at me.
I smiled, nodded, and frantically pressed the “close door” button.
Right as the doors were about to shut, just before I could feel relieved, a pair of pale, slender hands slipped through the gap.
If Alexander weren’t so ridiculously good-looking, I’d have thought I’d stumbled into a zombie movie.
But honestly? I’d rather share an elevator with a zombie than with Alexander.