Those tears touched Mahalia's heart, she couldn't believe a rich and mafia man would get on his knees pleading with a commoner like her.

She gripped his palms and helped him up. "I've forgiven you, Hendrix."

"I promise not to hurt you again, I'll never raise my hand on you no matter how angry I am." He vowed to her.

A slight smile pulled her lips apart. "It's okay, I trust you." She wrapped her arms round him as he began caressing her hair.

She lifted her face, staring at him. "You said we're going on a vacation huh?"

He nodded. "Yes, I'll be taking you to Florida and we'll...