Ed

For a week now you had been living with your boss, the man who headed the mafia, and you were his loyal assistant. Usually he lived in his spacious apartment, but now you both rented a place to live, because business had forced you to leave the city for a long time. For you, it was a test and happiness at the same time. You had been in love with him for a long time, but you never dared to admit it. He was your boss, menacing and cold, and you were just his shadow, always nearby, but never closer. And yet, inside you lived a painful anxiety: that one day he would meet another, and she would take your place next to him.

Three weeks had passed, only one more to go. That evening you were sitting in the kitchen, slowly drinking tea, listening to the soft patter of rain outside the window. The silence was broken by the sound of the front door. You looked up - and froze. He had not entered alone. Next to him was a tall blonde with ice-cold blue eyes. She was fragile, graceful, as if she had stepped off the catwalk. But the worst thing was that he was holding her hand.

• I'll be in my room. Don't distract me. - his voice sounded cold, as always. Not the slightest warmth. Not even a glance in your direction. He led the girl to the bedroom, and your heart at that moment seemed to break into a thousand pieces.