Mafia Heir, You Have 60 Seconds to Text Me Back Chapter 01

Mafia Heir, You Have 60 Seconds to Text Me Back Chapter 01

After witnessing the mafia heir’s confession to my roommate go down in flames, he shoved the bouquet of dark red roses into my hands in a fit of rage.

My roommate, Sienna Vance, sneered as she adjusted her pearl necklace.

“A guy like Alec Rossi? Families like ours marry within our own circles,” she said, her voice dripping with casual disdain. “You have to keep men like Alec in line, Clara. Accepting flowers from him so easily just makes you look cheap.”

To spite Sienna, Alec launched a loud, ostentatious campaign to pursue me.

Floating comments suddenly flickered across my vision:

[Clara, baby girl, don’t say yes to Alec! He made a bet with his fraternity brothers that you’d be easier to score than Sienna!]

[The second you agree, they’ll play you for a fool and frame you as a gold-digger!]

[In the end, the Rossi and Vance families will seal their alliance with a picture-perfect society wedding, while the internet drags you through the mud as the other woman!]

My phone buzzed. A text from Alec Rossi:

[Alec]: Bought you a dress. Thought it’d look good on you.

[Alec]: If you don’t like it, just give it to your roommate.

That night, I typed out a document containing one hundred strict boyfriend rules and sent it straight to him.

[Clara]: I accept. But break a single rule, and we’re over.

[Clara]: Rule 1: You are not allowed to mention any other female in my presence. That includes your mother.

***

I came from an entirely ordinary family, and I was pretty enough, just easy to overlook.

The one thing I had going for me was academics. I’d been near the top of every class I took since middle school. But at an elite New England private university packed with prodigies, legacy kids, and ruthless overachievers, I kept the demanding side of my personality carefully under wraps.

Until Alec Rossi—the undisputed crown prince of the campus—failed to win over my roommate after three months of pursuit and handed his bouquet to me instead.

Alec Rossi. The infamous heir to the East Coast’s most feared syndicate family.

If we hadn’t ended up at the same university, and if the girl he was chasing hadn’t happened to be my roommate, our worlds never would have crossed otherwise.

During orientation, a blurry side-profile photo of him posted on the university’s anonymous gossip page exploded online. Student sleuths identified the million-dollar Patek Philippe on his wrist, cross-referenced tagged photos and old society posts, and dug up his private Instagram within hours.

I remember standing near the Quad, overhearing his sharp, irritated voice: “Who posted that damn picture? I’ve got a hundred random DMs in my inbox.”

By the next morning, every single post, image, and thread mentioning his name had vanished from the internet without a trace.

I leaned down and caught the faint fragrance of the roses. It was the first time in my life anyone had given me flowers.

Sienna watched my reaction, letting out a soft, mocking chuckle. “Alec asked me for your number.”

She paused, sizing me up with a gaze that mixed condescension with pity. “A word of advice, Clara? Don’t get any ideas. You can’t handle a boy from the Rossi family.”

When I didn’t respond, she continued in that smooth, practiced tone of a mafia heiress. “He only asked for your contact to make me jealous. I’ve seen that move a thousand times.”

She spritzed herself with a heavy, expensive perfume and slipped into her designer heels. As she walked past me, she patted my shoulder condescendingly. “Then again, Alec is undeniably handsome, and he’s built like a model. If you want to play along, be my guest. It’s not like I care—I have plenty of options.”

I looked down at my phone. A notification lit up my phone.

[Instagram Message Request — Alec Rossi]

Thanks for taking the flowers.

Sienna caught a glimpse of it and scoffed loudly. “He certainly was never that polite with me.”

She held down the voice-message button and recorded a mocking reply. “Aww, look at you—‘Thanks for taking the flowers~’”

SLAM.

The dorm door shut loudly behind her. She was furious.

Right then, glowing lines of text materialized floating in the air before my eyes:

[The Mafia Prince has a terrible temper and cares way too much about his pride. No wonder he’s going to end up groveling later on.]

[The side character looks so innocent and docile, total pushover material. No wonder the male lead bet he could wrap her around his finger in three months.]

[The female lead got jealous and deliberately pushed the male lead toward her roommate. She didn’t expect him to actually do it out of spite!]

[If only Clara doesn’t fall for him! As long as she agrees to break up at the end, she can walk away with $200,000 in hush money from the Rossi trust fund. That way she won’t get dragged into their toxic mess and labeled a homewrecker.]

[Those two are a match made in chaos. Even after their high-society marriage, they’ll never stop fighting. Clara is literally just a pawn in their twisted foreplay.]

Alec Rossi was pursuing me on a bet?

And if I dumped him later, I get $200,000 in hush money?

Is this for real?

Time to test the waters.

Either way—whether it’s two hundred grand in cold, hard cash or an obedient mafia heir on a leash—I win.

The floating text rippled with shock:

[Wait, what?! Why did Clara just REJECT him?]

[LMAO! She replied once and DECLINED his message request!]

[Alec’s face just went completely dark!]