Seducing The Mafia Lord

Chapter one Jack

“Cognac, a lot of gin and light ice.” The order got out of my mouth without me sparing my stares at the bartender.

“One minute,” He wheezed. As I awaits his return with my order. I lowered my gaze, but suddenly lift it up to glance around the bar. The bar was scanty, it wasn't filled up. I darted my gaze to the exit door which also serves as the entrance and saw a young girl walking inside the bar.

The first thing that struck me was her outfit; she seems broken, but her dressing were almost like a slut. She was putting on a deep V mini top, mini skirts with buckle and zippers. Her face was swollen.

I watched her take her seat. My eyes trailed to her revealing thighs, they were hot and appealing from the far distance. “Your order is here.” I stretched my hand backwards and grabbed the glass of wine.

With the glass in between the grasp of my fingers. I twirled it around, checking the content within the glass for any sight of pills before gulping it down in a shot. I can't say, but I was staring hard at her.

She craned her neck to glanced around and fortunately, our gaze honed. I draw in my breath through my nose, she was sobbing, and my heart couldn't concentrate any more.

I tried to concentrate on my drinks and not worry about a broken slut who was sobbing over maybe a boyfriend or … From the distance, her face were visible under the dim light. She had on a pretty red lipstick, “hey yo, she terribly reminds me of someone I'm trying to forget.” At the sight of her face and the remembrance, I darted my face away, but her image keeps appearing in my head.

Suddenly, my phone rings, and I've a doubt about my safety when I've seen the caller ID on my phone's. Well, my name is Jack, Jack Royce. A former mafia lord.

After the death of my wife, Emily, I feel completely left in the dark, the light of my eyes were gone from me, I feel my world's shattered. I was going to kill myself because I deem it fit that, there was nothing left for me to tend to.

The Rico gang had used my wife to lure me into a trap. Even when I had fulfilled every of their desire, they still have the nerves to waste her. Anytime I think about her, my strength fails me, my heart throbs. I groaned because of the tumult in my heart.