My slave Mr. Mobster
Tom's Flashback

"May I know who you really are, honey?" lea asked softly making Tom open his eyes slowly. The handsome man stared fixedly at Lea's beautiful face.

"Why do you suddenly want to know who I am, honey? Don't you know who I really am?" Tom asked back, frowning his forehead.

The handsome man was astonished, why did his beautiful wife suddenly ask about who she was? Is there anything that has made Lea feel strange?

"I know you're the Mafia! But, I wonder what your past is like? How was your life when you were a kid? What are your true goals? Because it's impossible if you aspire to be a mafia, right! No one who aspires to have an illicit income!" clearly Lea was at length with no intention of covering anything else.

The beautiful girl felt that this was when she asked about Tom's past, even though the handsome man looked open. However, Lea knew Tom was a typical introverted person. Smiling only covered the wound, many spoke as if he was fine.

Lea often saw Tom who often mused when alone. Her husband was alive only when he was with her. Beyond that Tom will turn into an untouchable man.

Tom threw his face to the side not daring to look at Lea. The handsome man did not seem to want to answer the wife's question.

"Nothing special in my past! I'm just a farm boy in France!" Tom answered without looking at Lea's face.

Lea let go of her hand. The beautiful girl felt Tom didn't want to open up to her.

"I think you sincerely love me. It turns out it was all wrong! You don't love me as sincerely as you do!" Lea smiled bitterly making Tom feel hurt to see it.

"I love you, Lea. Really sincerely love you! What else do I have to prove to you to believe, honey! In my heart, it's just your name!" Tom clasped Lea's hand gently hoping that his wife would no longer be angry.

"If you love me, then you will definitely not keep your past a secret to me! Do you know how worried I am when you deliriously call your parents every night? What the hell is going on? Why does my husband look so scared? What should I do to calm her down?"

"That's the question that comes up in my brain every night. Sometimes I feel useless as a wife because I can't make you sleep peacefully every night! In fact, I also feel that I am like someone else to you. You know all about me and I know nothing about you. Just your former Mafia status! The rest no!" Lea sobbed to cover her face making Tom pull his wife's body into his arms.

Tom slid Leah beside him and tightly hugged his wife. However, Lea rebelled, making Tom tighten his embrace even more.

"Why are you so mysterious? From the beginning of meeting until now our status as husband and wife you are still serious! What does a relationship mean when there is no trust, so choose to keep your own secrets and pain instead of trusting your partner to tell you a story!"

"I beg ... tell me your past. Be it a sad story or a happy one I want to hear. If it's a happy story we can repeat in the future, if it's sad I'll make you happy with me so you forget that you've been sad, baby!" Lea looked up her face dodging Tom's firm jaw.

He said the glassy garden lamp makes the beautiful girl look adorable. Tom was touched to hear Lea's very sincere words to him.

The handsome man took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Well, I'll tell you!"

"I was 14 years old then."

Flashbacks.

POV Tom Gilbert Smith's

I am so happy to have parents who love me so much. Father who is like a friend because not infrequently I joke with him. Warm and gentle mother, sometimes I come home from the fields after helping my father harvest strawberries that will be sold to the city with a tired body.

However, that tiredness just disappeared as I was greeted with a warm smile and my mother's embrace. My world felt so complete at the time. Our lives are very simple but we never lack.

My father was a former scientist at a major hospital in France. But I don't know for sure what that scientist means. Because every time I ask what scientists do. Dad always switched our conversation so that made me not dare to ask more.

My mother was just a young married country girl. My mother was married 17 and my father was 29. My mother said it was very young. However, my mother's mind was more mature than that of a girl her age.

My grandmother and grandfather said. My mother was a very genius girl. Because the genius possessed by my mother above average makes my grandparents do not dare to send my mother high.

It doesn't make sense to me. If my mother was a genius, my grandparents should be happy and supportive of my mother's education. However, grandfather said that the genius of the mother is not about education alone.

"What does grandfather mean? Mommy's a genius like Albert Einstein?" ask me, which was still very plain.

"Later big time you will know little by little about how genius your mommy is. But, grandfather's advice if later you have intelligence. Don't show it too much! Better look stupid so as to trick the enemy!" obviously grandfather full of meaning makes my brain feel dizzy thinking about the puzzle from the words of grandfather.

The enemy? Who is that enemy? Do we have enemies? I don't know the questions after my conversation with Grandpa came up.

A week after that conversation. My parents and I were on vacation at a beach leaving grandparents at home.

I tried to persuade Grandma and Grandpa to come along. However, they refused because they wanted to spend more time at home and alone with grandfather.

"Mom .. Tom wants to go home! I miss my grandparents!" Suddenly my feelings are bad. I think my grandparents live at home.

I don't know why? I am usually the most passionate about playing sea water. But today I have no taste for playing.

I want to sleep on Grandpa's lap and pat my ass by Grandma. Even though I was 8 years old, I was still spoiled.

"All right, we're going home now! Mommy's feeling wasn't good either. Ask to go home!" Mommy also chimed in with an agitated look on her face.

We also went home together. During the trip the mother tried to contact the grandfather but there was no answer. He also drove the car at high speed.

Suddenly I was talking to my mother in a foreign language that I didn't know. Turns out it's Turkish, I found out after I was 14.

"It looks like the enemies have kissed us, baby!" My father said to speak Turkish.

Right, my father's name is Ozan Barrack Smith. My mother's name is Celina Gilbert.

"If they dare to mess with my parents. I'll make sure everything they have is destroyed until nothing is left!" My mother spoke Turkish.

Mother's reddened face held in anger made the little me afraid to see her. Because the look on the face of the mother at that time was like the attached grandmother on television.

"Mom, don't be. Tom was afraid," I shrieked in a cute voice wanting to cry making my mother realize.

Mom put on a gentle smile and immediately lifted my body into her lap.

"Tom later the big time should be a useful person, yes! Don't be a bad and greedy person. Even if you're a bad person, don't bother the crowd!" Mother advised me to make my forehead wrinkle because of the ambiguous mother's words.

Between telling me to be good and bad. I wanted to ask, however, we have arrived home.

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